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There was a barely perceptible jump as Anerica's attention turned suddenly his way, but Zeke just smiled back at her, unhelpfully, letting Lex ask the question he'd tried to avoid asking earlier. Fun times.

{You are the worst sort.}. Lagertha didn't sound surprised, nor bothered, and Zeke's only response was a broadening of his grin.

"We usually go with either military operation, local hikers who know the area best, and experts investigating the area ourselves. The military thing is saved for more extreme cases, folks wandering here are usually hyped and paranoid as it is, no need to escalate it. We don't bother with a consistent story anymore. They did for a few months but found it caused wider interest in us. Long term, we'd rather be inconsistent with a small group than under investigation by a broad one."

After a moment of consideration she adds, "With your accent, I'd go with sciencey research fellow. Folks'll believe it, easy."

Too much muscle was never a bad thing, and since Lydia had zero intention on relinquishing her grip any time soon, she pressed her face against Aro's back and breathed in deeply, as if she could some how smell how amazingly well built he was.

And he was hers. All hers. Yep. That was still pretty amazing, to her.

"How are you today, Oliver?" She asked, and her voice was completely muffled by fabric, but she pulled away and looked up when Aro twisted around to look at her, and blinked.

"Training.....yes....." She said, slowly, eyes shifting left and right.

Oliver had learned an important lesson about Arorangi's companionable approaches. Just stay relaxed, keep loose, it's less likely you will fall over when you are shaken. He just wobbled, pushed enthusiastically back and forth while he unwrapped a third hard candy.

"Yeah, strawberry. Do you want one?" He asked in a quiet voice, mindful of the presentation going on. He held up not just one, but a handful that had been pulled from his pocket. Then leaned over again to try and address Lydia, "I'm good, have you seen anything interesting yet? Would you like a candy?"

Suddenly he raised a hand to catch America's attention, partially extracting himself from Arorangi's friendly hold. "Would you recommend we had a cover prepared then, just in case we run into regular civilians?"

When the invitation came through, Caroline's response of immediate excitement had been something reminiscent of a child on their way to the coolest of summer camps. It wasn't summer, of course, and the cold weather would not really qualify the camp itself as cool, but none of this deterred her energy. She didn't need to be told twice to abandon her 'uniform' and any other indications of her current occupation, but pretending to be a reaper was still a little hard to stomach. Not so hard to stomach that she'd pass up going to camp for the first time in several decades, but still a little weird to think about.

She was still abuzz with delight as she arrived at the camp alongside the other attendees, her eyes bright and noticeably a bit too manic. The warmest article of clothing that she appeared to be wearing was a slightly oversized Emerston University hoodie, a lovingly kidnapped souvenir from her last venture near the border of Canada - otherwise, she was not particularly dressed for the climate, opting for short shorts, a casual pair of boots, and socks that went up to her thighs. She looked oddly comfortable and at home with the look, considering the fact that she resembled a counselor just one summer before college.

Through the majority of America's presentation so far, she maintained a pleasant smile and paid close and careful attention, giving her the respect she was confident that she deserved. It only faltered at the mention that FEAR could cause hallucinations, her expression sinking into a thoughtful frown. That was a troublesome thread to pull, attached to something that was barely held together anyway; if she was going to risk unraveling, this probably wasn't the time.

The few familiar faces - her kid, her kid's kid, some kids she'd adopted, a friend here and there - were noted, and greeted with a smile if they met her gaze. But her attention was ultimately on America, leaving all of them to either wait or approach her on their own.

Justin's eyes brightened. "You mean this expansion has been localized into other countries?" This would just be jargon for anyone not mmo savvy, "I did hear that China is huge into the mmo industry, this would make sense." And then he was just nodding to himself.

So a job skill was basically a specialization. New terminology, same mechanics, really. He listened to Shu intently, soaking up every word and internalizing it. "Well my current job skill is set in doing dailies but I am looking for some new quests. Oh I know - we should party! What's your username? What level are you? What's your spec? What guild are you in? Do you have any fabric on you I'll buy it at lmb."

The questions just did not stop.

He was expecting Full Metal Jacket. Standing at the back, it felt less serious.

Standing with the one duffel bad go his name, he lit up a cigarette, trying to deal with the major hurdle of a voice in his head.