Mason arrived a bit late, which was unfortunate, but not surprising. His mother had instilled in him the ideal of fashionable lateness, and since his childhood he had found himself quite incapable of arriving anywhere on time. Even so, he hated to be late as well as both a new camper and one of the oldest there.

His feelings about being at the camp were mixed. He was concerned for how the summer would go, apprehensive about some of the others he would meet. At least some of the campers were real monsters, demons and the like. He'd never really considered himself to be anything of the sort, as he spent most of his time in a human form. Apparently, though, in his mother's infinite wisdom, she'd decided that this was the place for him. He'd have to make it work. At least the girls all looked pretty attractive...

He approached the check-in table and asked the counselor "'Scuse me, d'you have a "Mason Peters" on your list there? I'm a newbie, 17, very single." He smiled charmingly with the last comment.