Room 311, afternoon

[flamingbonehead]

After flight class was over, Johnny headed back to his room and pulled out a crumpled but clean sheet of paper. Flying a helicopter over the school grounds had given him an idea, and he wanted to see if he could combine it with his scouting homework from earlier in the week.

So he sat down at his desk near the open door, writing things down and mumbling to himself about where to easily find planks of wood on the island.

[OCC: Open.]