[hr][hr] [h3][color=dc143c][b] 8:15 AM - Friday, June 13th 1980 - Lava Lake trail, BC, Canada[/b][/color][/h3] [hr] [@KazAlkemi][@Achronum][@kittyluna45][@Morose][@Trainerblue192] [hr] Zeke and Aster, upon opening the nicest cabin, Pine, would find that it needed a good dusting, sweeping, and mopping. There were six bunk beds, all full-size, for a total of twelve beds. They weren’t bolted to the wall, so they could be moved around. There was also a single full bed that seemed to be for the counselor who would stay in the room when the kids came in. All of the beds had a mattress over some heavy-duty wire springs. The bunk beds had a small ladder of about three steps that allowed access to the top bunk. Since the group was small, they could probably each grab two mattresses and stack them on a bed for more comfort. A single mattress would be unpleasant. The mattresses themselves were about four inches thick but were hard. It was a good thing they were plastic because, looking at them, it was obvious if they had been cloth, they’d be disgusting. They still were disgusting, but at least wiping them down with some powerful chemicals would mean they were clean after. [hr][hr] [center][h1][color=2B9311]Emily[/color][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/ZcwZwWn.jpeg[/img] [hr] [color=2B9311]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake Trail [color=2B9311]Skills[/color]: Hiking [/center] [hr][hr] Well, at least they had everyone’s names now. Em resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose. It helped that Marco was cuddling her. She hurried after Dobbs. He was already at the top of the stairs. He had another ring of keys that he was using to unlock the main building. “Kitchen is that way, right off the dinin’ area.” Dobbs pointed to the right. There was a large open space room with tables on casters pushed up in the middle and lined up. Only one of the half dozen or so tables was not pushed off to one wall. There was a partially open wall that had serving stations for food. It looked like hot water or ice could be placed in sections to keep the food warm or cold, respectively. The other side of that partially open wall was an industrial kitchen. It was on the smaller side, but between the tables and the kitchen, the camp could feed about three hundred people at once. Dobbs led the rest of them into a small room where the shortwave radio was set up. He pulled a manual down from a small shelf. The room wasn't quite big enough for all of them to be there at once, so it took some time to get everyone through, learning all the buttons and dials. “Alright, this is the manual for the shortwave. Spend some time with this.” He started walking them through the basics. How to turn it on, change stations, the call sign for the camp (CFW325), and so on. Em was attentive while he explained everything, asking a couple of clarifying questions. Dobbs was irritated, but he answered the questions and explained how to use the shortwave radio. This was the group’s lifeline, and he understood that. Em had the sense that if Nancy hadn’t mentioned she had seizures sometimes, he probably would have just handed over the manual and left them to their devices. Once the little training session was done, with a test call that three of them made to the town where Dobbs knew someone who responded. Dobbs stood up from the tiny rolling chair that was there for the radio and picked up his bag. “I’m going down to the tool shed, the one by the lake. I’ve got a laundry list of things I have to do. I’ll be leaving camp at 8 pm. Make your lists of anything you lot need, within reason, and I’ll bring it tomorrow morning. If you need me while I’m here, just give me a shout. I’ll probably be on the roofs of the cabins. There are a few of them that need some repairs. Thankfully, I should be able to finish them all today. Tomorrow I plan on working on some electrical wires that are not up to snuff. Tell your boyfriend that if he makes enough food for me too, I’ll bring him anything specific he wants that won’t be reported on the receipts.” The last part was directed at Em.