"if growing up means It would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree;"

[dragoneer]

Who: Hiccup and whoever wants to come!
What: Camping!
When: November 10th-11th
Where: Southern Lake
Summary: Hiccup invited anyone who was interested to the lake for a little camping trip. Hijinks ensue!
Rating: Shenanigans


Early on the ninth, Hiccup broadcast a short message to the journal reminding everyone about the camping trip he had planned for the weekend. The message was simple: pack your things, meet at noon in the plaza, and then they'd trek to the southern lake where they would make camp for the night. It would be chilly, but with a dragon in tow and clear skies, how bad could it be? Hiccup flies out to the lake early on the tenth to transport some camping supplies including extra tents, blankets, sleeping bags and tarps, as well as some food, before heading back to meet his fellow campers.

At the campsite itself, campers can expect to find such things including (but not limited to): fishing poles, cooking equipment (and ingredients), marshmallows, board games, card games, various sports equipment, harmonicas, et cetera. And Hiccup will definitely be trying to round everyone up for at least one round of storytelling around the fire sometime during the evening. Basically, anything campy (pun intended) can go on here. Have fun with it!

Here goes one of Hiccup's rare attempts to be a social planner. Let's see if it sinks or swims!

Comments

[berkian]

[ Well, that's pretty impressive. And Astrid at least doesn't have to ask for details about some of the lore there, since...well, viking. ]

Really? How'd that go? I mean, what'd you do to stop him?

[not_a_troll]

[Of course it is! Loki's adventures are so very impressive.]

Well, we had a super secret awesome team and we convinced the other fear lords to battle against the one that took the crown made out of my fears.

There has been a lot of scheming involved as well. And Loki is very good at such things, you see?

[berkian]

God of mischief, yeah. Sort of comes with the description, I'd think.

[not_a_troll]

Indeed, that is an excellent conclusion.

[He grins shortly before tending to the screw two parts together again.]

If I had my hands free I would give you my thumb of very great approval.

[berkian]

You'd give me your thumb?

[ Her expression could not possibly get more weirded out. Might have to explain that a bit further. ]

[not_a_troll]

[Loki blinks and shakes his head.]

No, no, no, a thumb of great approval.

[He puts the parts down and sticks one thumb up and holds it right in front of Astrid's face.]

Great approval, you see?

[berkian]

Oh! [ Thumbs up. Approval. Yes, now she gets it, and looks less squicked out. Astrid was picturing actual lopped off thumbs, yeah. ]

Uh. Right back at you? [ Is it blasphemous to have casual conversations like this with your gods? ]

[not_a_troll]

[Loki moves to stand now as he screws the tent's frame together, obviously showing that he got this.]

Aye. My thanks.

[And a thumbs up in return.]

Maiden, if you keep this part up, I will start with attaching the other parts to it so that it can stand.

[berkian]

[ Good job, Loki! Astrid will go to take the part he motioned to, waiting for him to attach it, with a small grin.

She likes it when people get things right, okay? ]

You can call me Astrid.

[not_a_troll]

[Loki's brows furrow with concentration when he continues putting the tent together]

Astrid.

[He nods and grins as well.]

A pleasure to meet you, Astrid. Your name is quite viking-like indeed.

[berkian]

[ She actually looks a little surprised at that. ]

Really? I normally get comments the other way...I mean, in Berk you normally get a horrible name to scare off monsters, but my parents didn't really do that.