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[h3][color=dc143c][b] 11 AM - Friday, June 13th 1980 - Lava Lake, BC, Canada[/b][/color][/h3]  
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[@KazAlkemi][@Achronum][@kittyluna45][@Morose][@Trainerblue192]
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The morning hours started to shift closer to the noon hours. It warmed up, the sun getting higher into the sky, and reflecting off the lake. Birds sang, and insects made their noises. It was a lovely summer day. The only noise that didn’t belong was the sound of hammering from Dobbs on the roof of a cabin. He was sweating, but work was getting done, and that was important to him. 


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[center][h1][color=2B9311]Emily[/color][/h1]  
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[color=2B9311]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake Kitchen
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Emily left the kitchen, giving Marco a goodbye kiss, and headed out to the shed near the water, where there were supposedly rakes, shovels, and implements of destruction. She took a deep breath of air, looking out at the lake. Em smiled. It was beautiful. Yeah, it sucked [i]why[/i] they were there. But as far as she was concerned, this was the life. She could do this all summer. She probably was alone in that opinion, at least compared to the others. 

Inside the shed, she found some old rusty tools. There were various gardening and general forest maintenance tools, which were perfect. The tools themselves weren’t in the best shape. For example, the pruning shears were rusted so badly that she couldn’t open them. She grabbed a bow rake, a shovel, a tree trimmer, the saw type. She put all of that in the wheelbarrow, which thankfully had a solid rubber tire and didn’t require air; if it did, it probably would have been flat, and headed back out toward the trails to start cleaning up.