Mason winked cheekily at the head counselor, then picked up his packet and walked blithely away, free hand snapping a rhythm as he made his way to a more shady area to read. It wasn't [i]too[/i] terribly sunny, but even so, he was more comfortable in the shade. It was a shame that the camp had to happen in the summer, when the sun was fiercest...

Upon examining his packet, he realized that he was at a bit of a disadvantage compared to some of the other campers. While some had been coming to the camp for years, and knew plenty of people to clump up with. His packet told him who he should room with and have classes with, but that was no good if he couldn't put a face to the names.

He read over the packet once more, then decided that, by process of elimination, he should find one of the other boys, as only one of them didn't share a class or cabin with him. He checked outside first, but the only person he saw was so huge, he had to be a counselor. He shook his tawny head in frustration, scowling uncharacteristically. Why the hell did this have to be so [i]hard[/i]?

Well. There was only one thing to do. He'd have to admit ignorance, and ask someone. The big fellow outside would have to do. With a deep breath, the gargoyle-shifter stepped into the sunlight. In his human form, it wouldn't physically harm him much, but it wasn't comfortable, even with his coat.

"Excuse me, big guy. Hate to interrupt your meditation or what-have-you, but you look like you might know your way around. I'm new here, see, and I figured I should ask a counselor such as yourself about who these folks on my sheet here are." He extended his free hand to shake, adding "I'm Mason, by the way. I'm looking for a Torok, Natalie, or Keegan. Do you know any of them?"