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Who: Sasha, anyone.
When: Day she arrives, mid-afternoon
Where: The edge of camp.
What: Staring down the outside world.
Warnings: Sasha will be a bit mouthy.

Sasha's first move after her tour of the camp, and the explanation of the situation? She was at the border, staring out into the rather unimpressive expanse of NOTHING. She was expecting a large fence and wolves or something big and melodramatic. Nope, just... grass, and a tree. Naturally she wanted to just defiantly stride out into this nothing but something told her there was more than a little danger at the edge of camp.

So she stood there, staring out, trying to determine if this was a better way to spend her day than talking about sex with Michelle. She honestly thinks the 'monsters' that may or may not be outside would be less bloody an affair than talking about sex with a former Vegas Showgirl. This wasn't fair, she was already far from her parents, now one of them claims custody without telling her who they are!? What sort of stupid system is that. If she's going to be here she'd at least like to know who her parent is.

"The only good news is that if 'the buzz' is true I can at least get something good in New York City. They wouldn't make a show about it if it didn't at least have nice clothes," Sasha mumbled, maybe she could go nap at a broadway show during the outing. That'd be a fun story to share back in Paradise. But for now... she'll stare down the border, until it blinks, because she won't.

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"Great, a week to figure out how fight monsters, make competent friends," she paused to stretch a little. Which, given her skills at ballet, was more than a bit impressive. She at least wasn't out of shape by any means, "And learn how to do the splits in pants that don't have any give to them. Joy."

"Probably some special blessed material, or the body parts of other monsters," All the stories required monsters to either be killed by a unique weakness material like wood for vampires, silver for werewolves. Or you could use some aspect of another monster as a weapon. It was just kind of logical, monsters would be just as deadly to other monsters, right? "So without the right kind of weapon, no amount of prep would actually help me win? Keeps getting better."

"This is only a personal suggestion, but you might want to make those first two priority. There will be plenty of time to twist yourself into any position you want after you make it through the field trip. By then you might even have some better pants."

Worick isn't very familiar with monster myths. He knows the basics but in his world there is a much more prevalent and dangerous form of 'monster'. A human kind of monster. Against them no one has much times to concern themselves with vampires and werewolves. "I have a few ideas on how to get the information. I just haven't made it that far, yet. But from what I've been told, go in armed. At least you injure or distract it enough to give you an opening to run away."

"I'll probably need some of my flexibility to fight monsters," He had a point, fighting monsters and finding allies did seem the priority, at the same time being able to twist into any position could be useful.

"So this place can't just come with an instruction manual, great." There was a bite to her words. Her annoyance that none of this was simple was more than justified. Now she had to learn a weapon in a week, at least enough to not hurt herself with it, and hope that it can actually help her with a monster. "You wouldn't happen to have a book on Swordplay for Dummies do you? Cover all the steps after 'stick 'em with the pointy end'?"

"You should focus more on being able to run away. Speed trumps all when you're going to have to run for your life." While he wass not discounting flexibility and its usefulness, the only things he was used to counting on in a fight is strength and speed.

"That's what I said when I got here." He had phrased it differently but it was generally the same concept. "Maybe we should start writing one." His tone is light and joking. While not a bad idea, he wasn't sure he would want to commit to that kind of project. Besides, why should they make it easier for people coming in after them?

"Real heroic..." Not that he was wrong, it just felt wrong, deep down. She tried running from her problems before, and it was better to stare them in the eye. If they had eyes, usually it was just... standing up to whatever it was. "I'll take it under advisement."

"Hah, they can suffer like we had to," at least until the questions got annoying. For now she was very much for the 'we had to do it, so can they' school of learning. She'd consider it for her friends, but the only ones that were likely born of parents that they didn't know of were Melanie and Michelle. And that's just because Michelle could have been the Lindbergh baby for all Sasha knew... barring that age thing. "So what's there to do for fun here, other than learn to stab things?"

"There's nothing heroic about getting yourself killed." He shrugs it off. He was not concerned about her thinking of him as a coward. He knew what he was capable of handling and what he wasn't. And man-eating monsters were never his forte.

Ah, now that was a question he wasn't sure how to answer. What he spent most of his time doing was keep an ear out over the network, wander the camp, and read whatever looks interesting in the library inside Athena's cabin. "I think I saw some people doing crafts yesterday..."

"Especially if it's shot in the back running away from a fight," It wasn't a bad idea to run away sometimes, but she was pretty sure playing tag with monsters wasn't terribly safer. She have to hope the game is hide and seek, she could manage slipping away in a crowd or a maze... maybe. "Or... whatever happens when a monster catches you from behind."

And now she'll just stare at him like he grew another head. Crafts was the best he had to offer, was the best this place had to offer? A camp of demi-gods, who should have some level of save the world power and they were doing crafts? "...We have got to find a way to get some booze in here."

"That's why you make sure they're properly distracted or too injured to run after you first." Honestly he can understand why they tell you to stay in groups. It's easier to break down the creature's concentration if they're being attacked from multiple sides.

He grins innocently and shrugs. "Wait until we go on that field trip. We'll probably be able to find plenty of booze in the city."

"...Or be faster than whoever I'm with?" Well that was a cheery thought wasn't it. The whole not needing to outrun the dragon joke was no longer as funny as it was.

"Not too long a wait, that's good I guess. Don't really have a fake ID though..." not that she was opposed to stealing, she was just opposed to more trouble than she needed. "You can buy."

"You're just always thinking on the bright side, aren't you?" He shook his head. Even he wouldn't be so cold as to leave someone in his dust to be gobbled up by a monster.

He seemed to consider this idea for a long moment. "I could..." His lips twitched into a smile. "But I don't have an ID either. Left them in my other pants." Pants that happened to be back at home. Not that he really needed an ID in a city where his face was recognized by locals.

"One of my many talents," Yeah, this was depressing, to be fair the world wasn't much better. Still, it was a talent she was proud of, even if it was only good for cutting down others.

"Please, anyone carding you has to be blind or hitting on you," Even if she couldn't put an exact age on him, it was over 21. Heck, he acted old when she talked about things. "And there have to be plenty of people in New York who don't care, right?"

Ouch. Way to hit a guy creeping up on middle-aged in the gut. If only his actions matched up to his age because now he was going into full on pout mode.

"You really shouldn't insult the guy you're asking a favor from, you know?" Luckily, Worick isn't the type to hold grudges. At least...not over something as little as this.

"Oh don't pout, it's unbecoming. I was only saying you don't look like a lost little high school boy," Really, pouting? She could tell you to act your age but that's kinda how this mess started.

"And right now, it's really useful, since your ID is in your other pants."

Of course his response is to stick his tongue out at her. Act his own age? Yeah right. This is so much more fun though.

"Alright, alright, I'll see what I can do. Do you got a preferred brand of beer that you would like, princess?"

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