The first thing to go up was Tim's tent. He'd picked it for its stability and the general level of comfort that came with its moderate size. Once it was standing and the stakes were in the ground his awning came next. This he'd picked simply because it was the easiest one to put up that he'd found in the old sporting goods store he'd looted so many years ago. It took him less than two minutes to get it standing and weighted down so that even the strongest of breezes wouldn't blow it away.<br/><br/>After the 'buildings' were up he got out his folding tables and set them up just the way he liked, spreading his maps, notes, and figures over the central one. The table on the left played home to several books, each one opened to a specific page. And the right table held his plate and utensils as well as a chessboard, which he hadn't had opportunity to use against anyone but himself in some time.<br/><br/>Looking at it made him sigh softly and shake his head. So many things of the old world....the world<em>he remembered</em>were slowly being forgotten without hope of ever being learned again. He'd considered teaching someone in the group to play but had set the idea aside simply because he doubted any of the members would be interested in something that had to do with sitting down,<em>and</em>waiting your turn. As for the captives, well they never lasted long enough to make it worth the effort.<br/><br/>Forcing the nostalgic thoughts from his head Tim continued with the task at hand. Now that the tables were set up the only thing left was his chair and his bedding. The chair he set at a good angle where he could look out at the rest of the camp. And finally the bedding he placed inside his tent. Unrolling the inflatable mattress and placing his blanket and pillow on top of it. He also laid out a little surprise for the girl, next to his blankets.<br/><br/>Once he exited his tent Tim looked around, his eyes passing over each member of the group going about their normal routines for setting up camp. In a bit he'd have to see about getting a meal set up. He knew some of the group liked to cook their own food but he still insisted that food be made by someone, normally a captive, for the gang. But before he did that his bed needed to be made.<br/><br/>With a loud whistle, akin to the kind normally used to call dogs, Tim called out<strong>"Korryn, get your ass over here!"</strong><br/><br/>Once she arrived he nodded to the tent<strong>"There's an air mattress in there with a pump attached, use the pump to fill up the mattress, then set up my blanket and pillow, then change into what I've laid out for you and come back to me"</strong><br/><br/>With that he turned back to his table, looking over his calculations for the gang's current fuel range.