<div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/3bzOqYW.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Sean Platt</strong></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Next Post: 4.16.22 | June 10th, 1:15pm | Down River | <strong>Angel</strong>, <strong>Billie</strong>, <strong>Devina</strong>, <strong>Edgar</strong>, <strong>Elle</strong>, <strong>John-James</strong>, <strong>Robin</strong></span><hr/><em>Elle &amp; Edgar, Robin &amp; Thorne, Angel &amp; Billie, Devina</em>, Ms. Devons<br/><br/>Sean paddles up nearer the shore as people start to get organized. He scrutinizes the crowd,<em>what</em>was that voice? Sean was by no means an expert on everyone who was here - but he had spent a bit of time now listening to them, and the voice he heard wasn’t familiar. Baphomet, if he doesn’t quite down, is going to tip the scale of knowledge about magic. That’s probably not good. After a moment of searching though, Devina’s question grabs him and he laughs, “<strong>Nope, no experience needed. Actually,</strong>” He grins and looks at all the newbies in two person canoes, “<strong>If you don’t know what you’re doing, kayaking is <em>much</em> easier.</strong>” Edgar and Elle - well, mostly Elle - get a particularly amused chuckle out of him. If you can ride a bike, you can pilot a kayak - actually, it’s a fair bit easier. Canoe’s, on the other hand, require a degree - not even a particularly small degree - of coordination, and there is always the antics of the other person to worry about. One person can flip everyone.<br/><br/>Back out to the front of the pack, he flips about and waits for everyone to finally make their way onto the water. He lifts a paddle and points it<em>all the way</em>across the lake at the river outlet, “<strong>Alright, that’s where we’re headed. </strong>” He swivels his paddle and motions it over by where some of the lake activities are, “<strong>Let’s avoid people,</strong>” Which shouldn’t be hard, they’re not in the same direction, “<strong>And make our way over there shall we? We’re going to cut across, fly right over the lake.</strong>”<br/><br/>Moving back to the ground, Sean works to coral them into vaguely an even line. Then he paddles behind them, infront, and turns around. “<strong>I’ve got a cheesecake made by Ms. Devons,</strong>” One of the camp administrators, “<strong>With strawberry topping, that I will share with the first group to get to the river.</strong>” Sean grins. Then stretches his paddle and taps the front of Billie and Angel’s canoe, just to make sure they stay in line. He gives Thorne an equally knowing glance.<br/><br/>He paddles backward to get out of their way, then pivots to head behind them, “<strong>I’ll follow from behind.</strong>” And that’s the position he takes. “<strong>This is cheesecake folks, play to win. No paddlewhacking, but otherwise play to win. Ready, set.</strong>” He blows a whistle.