[CT] What Else is There Besides Pooping?

[Tim Tawfeek]

"Yeah..." replied Tim, looking at the place. His overactive and ill-informed imagination came up with all kinds of options for what could be in there, most of them the kind of thing that could attack them. If they were super lucky, they'd run into, like, bats or something. Tim didn't think that Fate would be that kind; Fate so rarely was.

Somehow they managed to get there though, and Tim looked into the alcove. "I could, uh, check?" he said, turning to look at Evan and raising a brow. "I don't mean, like, getting out of the boat or paddling in or something. I can do the bat thing, remember? Echolocation and all that," he waved his arm in the air, trying to show how he could make the readable sound waves and stuff. He'd never used it to check out a creepy alcove before but, well, there was a first time for everything, right?

[Evan Webb]

Evan didn't exactly share in the trepidation Tim was, mostly because of Tim and his presence. Maybe if he was alone, he probably would steer clear.

When the other boy suggested he used his echolocation, Evan used the back of his hand to tap Tim's back in realisation. "Oh yeah, you totally could. Why not?" Evan grinned and stopped paddling, waiting for the other boy to do his magic.

"I mean...I'm sure there's nothing there, right? I mean the teachers wouldn't bring us some place that could be dangerous...right?"

[Tim Tawfeek]

The tap had Tim chuckling, the noise only a little infected by nerves. He reached up to adjust his glasses again, leaning forward slightly. Evan had faith in him, but that had to be mostly because Evan was an idiot. There was no real other reason that made any sense to Tim.

Tim raised a hand up and coughed into it, getting ready when he heard Evan speak again. he turned to look at his friend. "Uh, probably? I mean, it is the wood, right? It's not like they can sweep it. But c'mon," Tim looked back, "it's not like that's big enough for Bigfoot or anything, right?"

With that said, Tim leaned forward. then he opened his mouth and, this time, a squeaking noise left him that definitely didn't sound human. Tim gave off a couple for a moment, knowing that Evan was hearing the strange noise while Tim could hear a deeper, more resonating one. He closed his eyes, listening as the vibrations came back.

"Uh, there's definitely something in there..." he said, his brow furrowing. He thought he heard something moving, but he wasn't sure, and he didn't want to open his eyes and ruin the mental picture. "It's like, small dog size or something? I can't tell, maybe i should try again...?"

[Evan Webb]

Evan really was an idiot but he did put a lot of faith in people's abilities. And they all seemed to have a pretty good grasp on them. True, Evan was learning some new stuff about his but what he already knew, he could pretty well master and he was certain so could Tim.

"Bigfoot doesn't exist." Evan shook his head, though who he was trying to convince, he wasn't even entirely certain.

Evan's eyes narrowed when strange noises came from Tim. He had never seen it in action so everything felt a little weird.

"Really? Oh damn. Yeah, yeah try again." Evan nodded, his heart beating pretty fast.

[Tim Tawfeek]

Really, that first sentence should've read: Evan was an idiot; you could tell because he put a lot of faith in people (like Tim's) abilities. The denail of Bigfoot did a fair amount to disabuse the idiot notion, at the very least, though Tim had to mumble "don't tell Frank that," under his breath. He'd bumped into the crazy girl on his way off the bus and, well, she had more equipment to hunt Bigfoot then Tim had possessions.

Okay, maybe Evan was an idiot, because suggesting that they continue poking whatever animal had made its little hidey hole in there probably wasn't a great idea. However, the canoe turned out to be big enough for two idiots, as Tim leaned forward and let out the cry again.

that's when the beavers showed up.

Yes, beavers, as in multiple beavers exited the little hidey thing, swimming straight at the two like they'd practiced military maneuvers.

"Oh crap!" said Tim, falling backward and flailing. "Holy tophat! Row, row," he grabbed for his own oar, attempting to at least get it in the water and moving. You know, to do something, at the least.

[Evan Webb]

At first, when Tim did his screechy thingie again, Evan didn't pay attention until he saw movement from the rock formation.

"Oh hey, look. Beavers! Look at how - wait hey, they're just beavers though!" Evan said, not at all knowing the danger of the cute little critters, despite the fact that they were heading straight towards the canoe.

"Um...wait, are they rabid?"

[Tim Tawfeek]

"Yeah, they're freakin' beavers!" agreed Tim, flailing some more. The beavers were heading straight for them and Evan clearly did not understand the severity of that. "They have giant ass teeth and are really mad 'cuz, oh crap!'

The last came as a few beavers knocked into the boat, rocking it. Tim finally got an oar out and started more or less flailing, dipping it and and trying to jerk it in a direction that would get something to happen. "They are going to consume us, man! Do you want your obituary to read 'got devoured by beavers in the damn woods?' I didn't think so! So freakin' row!"

And Tim started flailing all the harder, making pretty much no progress. The beavers had started attacking the boat in earnest, and Tim could've sworn he saw one poking its beavery little head over the front (whatever that was called).

[Evan Webb]

Tim then didn't have to tell him twice as Evan started to row as well. Briefly, he credited his strong rowing to baseball, thanking God that he had the guts to even try out.

He accidentally knocked a few of the critters in the process of rowing, though one did sink it's teeth on his oar. "Okay so...we're gonna die." He said as he shook his oar to get the beaver loose. "Oh my God we are going to die a horrible death by beaver."

Evan kept rowing, not wanting to stop for anything. "Whose bright idea was it to go out here?" He asked, though there really is no use blaming anybody. He was the one who urged Tim to poke the hornet's nest.

[Tim Tawfeek]

Tim was mostly flailing about at this point and only rowing by accident. His oars hit beaver at least as often as water, which might not have been such a bad thing if he actually hit hard enough to do anything but anger the beavers further. And no one wanted to mess with Angry Beavers.

"DUDE, LESS TALK, MORE ROW!" Tim yelled, flailing about a little more. "I AM NOT GONNA DIE BEFORE I HAVE SEX WITH LUX. THAT IS NOT ACCEPTABLE, YOU HEAR ME!? WE WILL SURVIVE!" And somehow just mentioning Lux's name was enough to least give Tim enough "umph" to start digging the oars in a bit better and really pulling at the boat. They were at least moving away from the den now.

"AND WHO THE HELL CARES WHOSE IDEA IT WAS TO PISS OFF THE ANGRY MOTHERFUCKING BEAVERS? JUST ROW, MAN!" Tim yelled again, the panic at least mostly giving him strength at this point, as opposed to just embarrassing him. Though he still wouldn't be surprised if he found that the crotch of his pants had suddenly gone damp. There was enough water in the boat from their flailing that he could always just blame that if it came down to it.

[Evan Webb]

Evan did not need to be told twice to row faster. Any faster, he would have created a whirlpool. He managed to shake one of the beavers loose and finally they were far enough that the beavers turned tail and went back to their den.

"Okay I've had enough of nature. Nature can stay where it is. I am too young to be pronounced dead in nature. Nope. Not for me. I want to die of embarrassment like I was born for." He shook his head, though his hands were still rowing.

[Tim Tawfeek]

Between the two of them, they actually managed to get the boat far enough away. Beavers, not being particularly predatory by nature, gave up after a few more yards of flailing and getting their heads knocked in by various oars wielded by panicked teenage boys.

"No shit," agreed Tim, though he too hadn't stopped rowing. "This is definitely not something we should do with anybody else. In fact, this never happened. We were most definitely not harassed by beavers. If this story ever comes up and for some reason we can't change the subject, we pick something different," Tim paused for a moment, rowing and thinking, before adding: "Are we in alligator country? Because I'm thinking we got harassed by alligators. Bit mutant ones."

Tim's arms were beginning to ache, but he most definitely wanted distance, more distance, all the distance. He figured they could slow down on the rowing about the time they crashed into, say, their cabins.

[Evan Webb]

Evan's arms were still pedaling even when they lost sight of the beavers, not wanting to take his chances. Tim's suggestion that they change the subject should it ever get brought up was agreed to wholeheartedly.

"Alligators. In Montana...stranger things have happened." He nodded, releasing a chuckle that turned into a full laugh. Relief washed over Evan's face when he realised they were nearing the bank.

"Augh nature...you had your chance and you blew it."

[Tim Tawfeek]

Tim nodded, nodded and then looked at the water suspiciously. Stranger things had certainly happened, and when you threw mutants into the mix, the strange had a tendency to happen with even sharper frequency. It wouldn't have surprise Tim to hear that some shifters had decided to roam around in their animal forms. Though that wouldn't have stopped him from squealing like a little girl if he saw one now.

Evan's comment drew Tim away from his watery contemplation, and he chuckled. "And not in a good way," he agreed. he kept paddling, and considering their earlier ferocity and determination, they ended up bumping into the dock soon enough. Tim could not get out of the boat fast enough, and was practically bounding toward the dock.

Which might have been easier had he not been on a boat, which seemed to want to slide away from the dock, flip over, and flood all at the same time. Tim had pretty well moved beyond caring though.

[Evan Webb]

The joke seemed to fly over Evan's head and he was just glad they were safe now and returning to land.

Seeing Tim try to climb out made Evan laugh, before the boy used his paddle to steady the boat against the dock so he could get out safely. Evan then climbed out and briefly thought of just leaving the boat there.

"Do we have to return the boat to it's owner?"

[Tim Tawfeek]

Somehow Tim manged to get onto the dock, though said getting pretty well just involved his falling out of the boat and landing on the slick wood. At least his life-vest cushioned the blow, if only a little. Stupid thing at least had some passing use. Tim was soon scrambling forward though, practically ripping the thing off as if it would attack.

"Huh?" he asked, looking back to Evan as he spoke. Tim blinked and looked at the boat. "Man, at this point I just want to set the damn thing on fire," he sighed, reaching up to adjust his glasses. "We probably should return it though... or, wait, didn't we just find it tied up to a dock or something? Because I don't about you, but I don't plan on getting on a boat any time soon. Or at least not a small one, and definitely not one anywhere near beavers."

Despite all his protests, Tim still walked over to the boat, figuring they'd have to move it closer or something. If nothing else, he figured they should tie the boat up or something. Tim seemed to vaguely recall hearing or seeing something that said that boats would drift away if you just left them.