#bw!teamtrees

#TeamTrees. It is a movement that is spreading across the Internet with a wave of support from people of all walks of life. A Call to Action for all, to finally give back to the planet that we have called home for so long. The goal is simple: to plant twenty million trees by the end of the year, through donations made to the Arbor Day Foundation. 

There have been posters placed around campus, and links provided in the school’s weekly newsletter as part of the activities section. Blackwood University has shown an open support to the cause, as have the city officials. Working together, the city of Blackwood has pledged to not only donate a large sum of money to the charity, but to also plant more trees around the city in the coming months. With Blackwood’s Cleaner Living initiative, the movement is something most residents in the city show support for. 

Blackwood University is calling for anyone looking to spend time doing something good for the environment. In honour of the #TeamTrees movement, the school has decided to plant more trees around campus and have also made plans to build an apple orchard on an empty plot of land nearby the school, with the city’s permission. Blackwood has put out a call to arms to all students and faculty, as well as volunteers around town, to help plant enough trees to complete their own personal goals of making a difference. 

This mini event will last until December 1st! Characters can participate in a multitude of ways with this event, which we will give some general suggestions to below. We ask that everyone use the tag #bw!teamtrees so that we’ll be able to track the participation for this event. If anyone has any questions, please let us know!

While this is absolutely not mandatory, we are strong believers in a cleaner future for all. If you are interested in the real life movement of #TeamTrees, please visit this site and consider donating! For every dollar, they will plant a tree. For more information, we also found this video to be quite informative! We are, in no way, affiliated with Team Trees, but we feel it is important to share and spread the word. Please feel free to do so with your friends and family, so that we can plan for a brighter tomorrow!

Plot ideas below the cut!

it was a nice and thoughtful way of giving back to the community and learning a lesson in nature. Will loved the outdoors, and much preferred to be out in the middle of the woods rather than living in the city. thankfully this place had a lovely park.

though he volunteered as a supervisor to the tree planting event he also wanted to plant a few of his own. he liked getting his hands dirty. the outside environment gave him an excuse to bring along his dog Winston as well, provided he wasn’t too much of a distraction.

It wasn’t exactly rare to have someone knock on Bernadetta’s door. People got rooms wrong all the time, or just wanted to check in on their favorite shut-in. This time, of course, it was the latter. While she saw her regularly enough in the web design classes she was the TA for, Shamir had never come to her room directly. That is, until now.

The tweet the poor girl had posted was likely on accident, but she wasn’t about to let an opportunity to ease a student into campus activities go to waste. Especially ones that weren’t a waste of time, and actually helped the entire campus! Plus, there was the fact that one of the professors she reported to was promising coffee on them for any TA that brought along a student from their class. 

“You know, I don’t think we’re qualified to be checking how well trees are planted.” Sending a TA that specialized in STEM and a history professor of all people seemed a little cruel. Maybe like the start of a really boring joke, even. Thinking back, she probably took a single biology class in her whole academic career.

With a pensive whimper, Bernadetta lets the curtain she had been peeking past drop in front of her dorm room window. Everyone outside seemed to be taking part of a university event. Planting trees, was it...?

Crawling her way through the piles of clothes, empty food packets, cans and many, many sketches and storyboards, Bernie makes it to her computer. It must be nice, being able to do something like that for the environment... That said...

“I-It’s okay, Bernie... You can help too. W-without going outside.”

With a few clicks, she finds her way to the teamtrees website. It was scary, having to type urls in after just using her shortcuts for so long. Almost as if she was a shut-in to her usual sites, too... Scrolling past the many messages and donations from people all over the world, Bernie gives a gulp.

“Come on, Bernie. Just do it under anonymous... Nobody will know...”

Speaking to herself (as she is wont to do), Bernie bites her lip and scrolls back to the top where the donate prompt lay. Initially, she hovers her mouse over the ‘20 trees’ option... before clicking on the ‘100′ one instead. While she was by all definitions a gremlin, Bernadetta Von Varley came from an affluent family. Besides, she felt guilty for not joining any group activities like her peers.

Stopping to recover from a mini heart attack after every click, Bernie manages to get through the first tab, making sure to remain anonymous. However, on the next page...

“Sh-share on Twitter...?”

Bernie gulps. Her Twitter was solely for lurking. While she had a few followers, mostly people who knew her irl, she had never made a tweet. Not once.

...But...

“Y-you can do this, Bernie...!”

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Followers of @BernieBear can now see a tweet from her dead profile.

‘Plz donate if u can. https://teamtrees.org/”

Nico stood outside of the university club building with her hands on her hips. She was dressed for the occasion; donned with the baggy rubber overalls people’d wear tending to rice fields tucked into oversized gum boots. A red visor reading “Prez” was ensuring her haughty stare was unmolested by the sun.

“I’m sure you’ve seen the posts about it aaall over social media! This is an opportunity to prove ourselves! Hope your thumbs are feeling green today!”

She didn’t bother putting on the cheerful facade. Everyone in the club probably would’ve seen through it at some point by now and was likely accustomed to her abrasive self. Scanning through the members that had made it to her very-last-minute summons... Well, there were some that were more physically able than others, but it was about what you’d expect from an anime club... She cleared her throat once more after no immediate response from the group was made.

“Listen, I know the club description didn’t specify anything extremely physical per se, but this is a chance to improve our image!” She barked. “If the brass see what good those anime club kids are doing, we’re viable for an increase in budget! And you all know what that means...!”

She’ll finally have enough for that dakimakura that no one is to know about.

“That’s right, shelves upon shelves! Besides, we’ll look like saints, too!” She puffs her chest out, nearly forgetting to add the last remark. “Now come on, double time! We can’t fall behind the other clubs!”