[Inside, Billy's fussing over a backpack, chewing worriedly on his lower lip and wondering what he's forgetting. He's gone completely tech-and-communication-free; the journal's kind of mandatory since it'd follow him if he left it anyway, but otherwise,his stuff's getting left in the apartment- phone, computer, anything that might distract him from what he's trying to do. Misty's taken care of, and Optimus is coming along. There's food and clothes and camping supplies all set and ready to go, he's got a map of the mountain area tucked away with a compass in the bag's side pocket in case they get lost in the vast woods (though Teddy could just fly up if they were really stuck), so all that's really left is... the books.
He's got them laid out on the bed, with another bag beside it waiting for him to stuff them in and get moving, but he'd wanted to take stock before he left, but sure he was taking the right ones. Self-help books had been his anchor in the beginning, the first step on the path to learning everything else he'd discovered since he gained his powers, but he'd left them somewhat in the dust the last year or so. Ego and confidence and experience had gotten in his way, and he'd forgotten a lot of things. He'd paid the price for that, and he wasn't inclined to forget or screw it up again.
He reads the titles carefully, recalls the lessons contained within, and makes a decision. He chooses a set of them, as many as he thinks he can carry in his bag, and then, impulsively, stuffs a couple more in until the pack is bulging with corners poking out everywhere. It's going to be pointy and uncomfortable to carry, but to him, that's lesson number one. Sometimes adversity is what you need to face in order to become successful. He'd read that somewhere. Probably in these very books.
Decision made (or not made, really, since apparently he'd decided he needed them all) he slings both bags on his back and carries them out the door, nodding to Teddy.]
[Action, May 6th]
[Inside, Billy's fussing over a backpack, chewing worriedly on his lower lip and wondering what he's forgetting. He's gone completely tech-and-communication-free; the journal's kind of mandatory since it'd follow him if he left it anyway, but otherwise,his stuff's getting left in the apartment- phone, computer, anything that might distract him from what he's trying to do. Misty's taken care of, and Optimus is coming along. There's food and clothes and camping supplies all set and ready to go, he's got a map of the mountain area tucked away with a compass in the bag's side pocket in case they get lost in the vast woods (though Teddy could just fly up if they were really stuck), so all that's really left is... the books.
He's got them laid out on the bed, with another bag beside it waiting for him to stuff them in and get moving, but he'd wanted to take stock before he left, but sure he was taking the right ones. Self-help books had been his anchor in the beginning, the first step on the path to learning everything else he'd discovered since he gained his powers, but he'd left them somewhat in the dust the last year or so. Ego and confidence and experience had gotten in his way, and he'd forgotten a lot of things. He'd paid the price for that, and he wasn't inclined to forget or screw it up again.
He reads the titles carefully, recalls the lessons contained within, and makes a decision. He chooses a set of them, as many as he thinks he can carry in his bag, and then, impulsively, stuffs a couple more in until the pack is bulging with corners poking out everywhere. It's going to be pointy and uncomfortable to carry, but to him, that's lesson number one. Sometimes adversity is what you need to face in order to become successful. He'd read that somewhere. Probably in these very books.
Decision made (or not made, really, since apparently he'd decided he needed them all) he slings both bags on his back and carries them out the door, nodding to Teddy.]
Okay... ready. Let's do this.
[Before I chicken out.]