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Snake Campfire, Monday Evening

Joxer was, shock and surprise, not wearing his armor. That would be because he was polishing it, with nothing but spit, a rag, and good old elbow grease. Do not fear, however, as Joxer was still fully clothed in leggings and tunic. Public nudity would not become him, after all.

His stomach was grumbling. Because Joxer still hadn't figured out that there was food available in the dining area. Poor dumb fool.

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"I'm glad too," Joxer said, setting down his armor. He wasn't bothering to continue polishing it until he'd gotten some polish, after all. "Sometimes, I think this whole move might've been the best thing to ever happen to me."

Seras nodded.

"I know what you mean," she said.

Joxer simply smiled and nodded, not having any clue what else to say. He tried to avoid staring, however. Which was hard, as he was really tempted to ~~ogle~~ stare.

"So, which workshops are you in?"

"Woodland Survival and the entertainer one," Joxer said. "The first week was pretty nice. How about you?"

"Arts and Crafts and First Aid. I had to fight off a hoard of hungry badgers."

"Badgers?" Joxer boggled. "I didn't think they travelled in hordes."

"They do in Fandom, apparently."

"Suddenly I wish I had my sword," Joxer said. "Were they vicious badgers?"

"They were aiming to chew on a beach full of unsuspecting sun bathers. But, they were easily dealt with for the most part. Peter Pevensie and I threw rocks at them, and they scattered."

"Rocks defeat badgers," Joxer said, looking impressed. "Well, I suppose that makes you a bit of a hero. Saving those sunbathers."

Seras laughed.

"Well, they were simulated sunbathers. In the Danger Room. But, thanks all the same."

"Simulated?" Joxer scratched his head. "I'm not sure what that means."

"Er...fake. Not real. Pretend."

"Oh, illusions," Joxer said. "Those I understand."

"Really?"

"Sure," Joxer said. "You hear stories all the time about the gods playing tricks on people and making them see things that aren't real."

"Gods?"

"You know, Aphrodite, Ares, Athena, Poseidon," Joxer said. "Those gods."

Okaaay...

Seras didn't, but she nodded anyhow.

"And they play tricks on people? Why?"

"I figure when you're a god, you've got to do something to pass the time," Joxer said. "Immortality would be kind of boring after awhile."

Seras wrinkled her nose.

"It sounds horrid of them," she said, "I think if I lived in your world I'd be afraid to set foot outside...no offense..."

"Well, it's not like they wander around picking on random people," Joxer said. "You've usually got to do something they don't like, or have something they want or something. Like defacing one of their temples or something."