Camping

[daringyoungman]

Dick and Cat wanted to go camping. Dick asked Bonnie. Dick asked around, then somehow the word got out and it was a CAMPING TRIP.

Which he's okay with, really. He doesn't get much chance to hang around with other kids.

They pick a spot a good distance from the bar, near enough to the lake that washing and swimming can happen, not so close to the forest that demon bunnies are a severe threat, and set about pitching a camp for the weekend, or whenever they all get bored...

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Pitching Camp

[daringyoungman]

Dick rather likes the patrol tents bar provided him with, because they're similar to the kind of tents he practically lived in at the circus. There's two - one per patrol, although anyone who wants to bring their own is probably welcome as well.

And then there's the camp gadgets to construct: washing up stands, bedding racks, clothes lines and so on.

Patrol rotas

[daringyoungman]

As suggested by Bonnie, someone's got to draw up cooking/cleaning/fetching wood/defense against demon bunnies rosters. That's where patrol leaders come in.

[One thread per patrol? Can also be used for patrol meetings like... picking a badge, choosing a second, idk.]

Activities

[daringyoungman]

Need to practice knotwork for your pioneering badge?

Constructing a climbing frame for the same?

Making a raft?

Practicing First Aid?

Dick didn't really know that any of this counted as CAMPING stuff, but when he told Alfred he was going camping with scouts at a magical bar, Alfred assured him all these things would happen.

Games!

[daringyoungman]

It is not a camping trip unless someone gets hit in the eye with a ball or stays hiding for at least 10 minutes after hide-and-seek has ended.

Campfire's burning

[daringyoungman]

As soon as the sun starts to get low, a space is cleared a little way away from the tents and the fire is set.

Time for foods, sing-songs and above all... ghost stories.

After hours

[daringyoungman]

ssssssssssssssssssssssh everyone is asleep.

There's no one staying up late and whispering to each other, we promise.

Strike!

[daringyoungman]

All good things, and so on.

Just like every stop on a circus tour, camping trips have to come to an end at some point. And this means striking tents, dismantling gadgets, and making sure the fire is raked away.

Leave nothing but footprints...

Re: Activities

[is_the_motion]

Bonnie's not supervising per se (aside from Fry-watching) but she is on hand to test for badges or help if people need it.

Re: Pitching Camp

[fry_sandhu]

So the tents are too big and heavy for a little person to lift up. But Fry is measuring where the pegs will go with a tapemeasure, and is lining them up ready.

Re: Campfire's burning - insert your own verse

[is_the_motion]

Bonnie, responding to a request from Fry, takes the opportunity to start off a round of Oh you'll never get to heaven.

"Oh you'll never get to heaven
In a baked bean tin
Cos a baked bean tin
Has baked beans in

Oh you'll never get to heaven in a baked bean tin 'cos a baked bean tin's got baked beans in.

I ain't gonna grieve, my Lord no more, I ain't gonna grieve my Lord, I ain't gonna grieve my Lord, I ain't gonna grieve, my Lord no more."

Re: Campfire's burning - insert your own verse

[fry_sandhu]

With someone kindly starting it off for him, Fry takes the opportunity to do the scientifically correct verse he prepared for Beaver Scouts at home.

"Oh you'll never get to heaven
On a pizza tray
Cos gravity
Won't work that way

Oh you'll never get to heaven on a pizza tray cos gravity won't work that way.

I ain't gonna grieve, my Lord no more, I ain't gonna grieve my Lord, I ain't gonna grieve my Lord, I ain't gonna grieve, my Lord no more."

Patrol 2

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae has drawn up a list of duties with blank spaces beside them where people can write their names. There's a surprising lot that goes into camping. Fetching wood, building and tending the fire, preparing food, cleaning up... But with everyone pitching in, no one task will put too much of a burden on one person. They're all in it together, helping make it work. Rae finds she likes the sentiment.

"Patrol, um, Two's roster's here for camp duties," she says, after all the tents are up and everyone has picked a spot to sleep. The girl is very aware that a lot of her patrol are taller and older than she is, but she's determined to do her best. "And you can vote for your preferred patrol badge here, too."

Re: Patrol 2

[fry_sandhu]

One of her smaller, younger patrol members comes to look at the roster.

He kind of likes all the badges, hard to choose...

[ooc: Patrol lists are up here if anyone didn't find them earlier]

Re: Campfire's burning - insert your own verse

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae has to listen to a few verses to get a feel for the unfamiliar tune and structure and come up with something to add. Eventually, she gets up her courage and leads a verse of her own.

"Oh you'll never get to heaven
on a great big pie
Though maybe you could
It's pie in the sky.

Oh you'll never get to heaven on a great big pie, though maybe you could, it's pie in the sky.

I ain't gonna grieve, my Lord no more, I ain't gonna grieve my Lord, I ain't gonna grieve my Lord, I ain't gonna grieve, my Lord no more."

Re: Patrol 2

[sunbaked_baker]

"Hi there, Fry," Rae greets the boy with a smile. "Excited about the camping trip?"

Patrol 1

[herr_bookman]

Like Rae, Autor has drawn up a list of duties for his patrol members to write their names on and commit to. "Patrol One here," he announces, standing a little ways away from her. "Let's pick out a badge!"

Re: Pitching Camp

[herr_bookman]

"Hi, Fry," Autor says, carrying firewood. "Need some help?"

Re: Campfire's burning

[herr_bookman]

Autor has marshmallows, chocolate, graham crackers, and skewers available for anyone who wants to participate in the time-honored tradition of s'more making. He himself is trying--and failing--to toast a marshmallow.

Re: Campfire's burning

[sunbaked_baker]

"Not so close!" grins the red-head beside him, affixing a marshmallow from a separate bag to her skewer. "If it gets too close, it'll catch fire and turn black."

Re: Campfire's burning

[herr_bookman]

"That's what happened to my last three," Autor grumbles good-naturedly, his marshmallow already threatening to catch alight. Fire licks the edges, turning them black.

"Ah! That's too bad," Autor says, drawing the marshmallow back to inspect it. "How are you, Rae?"

Re: Campfire's burning

[sunbaked_baker]

"I'm good," she answers, contentedly. She's got her marshmallow on her skewer held near - but not too near, and not directly above - the flames, and is slowly turning it so it heats evenly.

"You want to toast slowly, so it heats all the way through. Else you get a pretty outside and a solid inside, or a burnt outside. You want it melty on the inside, toasty on the outside."

Re: Campfire's burning

[herr_bookman]

Autor watches her avidly, eating his marshmallow off his skewer. He replaces it with another and holds it out to the fire, trying to maintain the same distance that Rae has on hers.

"I've done this right before," he says, a touch sheepish. "Once." Autor turns his skewer slowly, watching the marshmallow brown. "Thanks for teaching me your technique."

Re: Patrol 2

[daringyoungman]

Dick is only a little taller and a little older than her, but he's very pleased with her as patrol leader. He's quick to write his name down under fire and preparing food, but plans to do a few more things as well.

"I still like the trilobite and the fire fish."

Re: Activities

[daringyoungman]

Dick appears at her shoulder sometime in an afternoon, a little tired from a game but grinning and brimming with energy.

"Hi."

CAPTURE THE FLAG

[daringyoungman]

"Okay."

Dick's done his homework on this - well, from a book that bar gave him. And he's got two flags on sticks that he also got from bar. One goes to each patrol leader.

"That area over there,with the forge to that rock,that's our territory. You guys get the greenhouse through to the playground. Campsite is out of bounds. We get five minutes to hide our flags and choose a tree or a rock to be a jail.

"When we've set up, first team to bring the opposite flag back to their base wins. If you get tagged in the opposing territory, you have to go to jail and you can't stop touching it until a team-mate tags you out."