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[masteroflocks]

Characters: Jill, anybody interested in taking Survival!
What: The first Survival Tactics class.
Where: Wherever they let this woman teach.
When: Tuesday afternoon
Rating: I can't see any reason that this could get very high, unless someone starts swearing.

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[boobclocks]

Zero wasn't quite sure how applicable survival strategies would be for him as a Reploid. After all, there were plenty of human needs that didn't mean anything to him. Nonetheless, it seemed a lot more useful than Geography or Real Manliness, whatever that entailed. He copied down everything she wrote despite it being quite safely stored in his memory banks, and wrote a single word on the page for his assignment before placing his pencil neatly beside the notebook.

[jonny_talbain]

In the middle of the woods, nothing. I can hunt perfectly well with my teeth n hands and know what to and what not to eat. Besides, four days is barely even time enough to GET hungry.

If I were a regular human I'd want a sturdy, sharpenable knife and pocket whetstone, and if I'm unskilled or in the mood for a bit of luxury a stout rope, a box of matches, a magnifying glass and a canteen.

On a boat, twine, a sheet of plastic or canvas and a cup.

She had mentioned she was going to get him to lend her a hand. He wondered what she had in mind... her mannerisms and manner of speech pointed towards capability. He set down his pencil and waited.

[moonlitmonk]

If there was one class Kevin would excel at (aside from Beating-the-Hell-Out-of-Stuff 101), it would be this one. After all, living in the woods was perfectly normal for him. He hadn't actually ever seen an ocean before, but he knew oceans were full of water, so living there couldn't be much harder!

But despite his confidence, Kevin still stared in dismay at the notebook. Writing. Why. Slowly, he started scribbling away, but by the time he finished it pretty much entirely illegible to the point where not even he could tell what he wrote. So much for that.

[cleavagenyan]

"I don't know if I like the idea of a mid-winter camping trip," Felicia said to herself. She opened the notebook and began to wrack her brain, twirling the pencil between her fingers. "Let's see... I can catch my own food, that's no problem... If I was in the woods, water would be important, but it would be important in the ocean because of salt water..." She continued to mumble to herself as she brainstormed, scribbling down ideas.

(Misspellings/bad grammar in writing on purpose)

[spammycombo]

Okay this class might be more fun than alchemy, after all Lloyd knew about camping out all too well. Too bad writing wasn't Lloyd's favorite thing to do, nor did it give him much time to out loud think about what he was going to write so it would look better or even written correctly.

"I don't know much about boats. I know about forests, I lived near one. If you have enough bread and stuff for sandwiches and a weapon your good with it should be ok. If the waters bad then be sure to bring your own. matches too for a fire because it gets cold some months of the year. If the forests warm enough then you'll be fine."

Needless to say, under school pressure Lloyd wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.