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[A heavy sigh is the first thing that can be heard before Rey speaks: She doesn't normally like talking this much, but having seen a number of those who lack experience in toughing it in harsh conditions won't bode well for the inevitable move.]

"Think there're a few things that we should discuss among ourselves before our relocation. Regardless of where we end up, it won't be a vacation. You can kiss any ideas of a Caribbean getaway in a jungle, but the fact of the matter is that we're going to end up in both the ice planet and jungle eventually. People should know how to survive in both."

[Some might recognize it when she's channeling that firm tone, like a commanding officer. It isn't something Rey lets surface often.]

"Jungles provide a fuckload of threats we've never dealt with before, and that's native animals and insects that we have no clue how to handle. Shit that can spread disease if you don't know what to be on the lookout for. Water could be contaminated with parasites and predators. Plants could be poisonous or result in allergic reactions. There're hundreds of factors that could potentially snuff you or give you a world of hurt, and that's not including heatstroke.

"Below freezing conditions are also a bitch, but can be easier to combat than you'd think. Can provide some old Russian remedies at the Speakeasy to help cope with the climate -- we'll also need to tailor proper suits and clothing, too. Extreme cold is no fucking joke, obviously. We'll probably be fine in the city, but if anyone wants to go and check out those embassies then you want to be ready for that shit."

[Pause.]

"Lastly, it'd be better that we keep everyone up to date on how to fight the Null and what their weaknesses are, as well as being properly equipped to handle them. Rage's bows and arrows and swords are useless as a nun's tits against synthetics, so it'll be up to us to be prepared. Destroying bastards like those comes as second nature to something like me--" [Oops, sorry Rey's friends and fam, but old habits die hard when she gets into this mode.] "--so if anyone is looking for training and information on how to kick their asses, you can find me at the Speakeasy."

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Malleable material. There's a lot of shit at the shops that Hope keeps stocked up, but he never seems to understand what exactly we need.

[That's not really the type of camping Rey had in mind, though. She grimaces. At least it's good to know who not to take on hunting trips and whatnot.]

Well, guess it doesn't matter... but it's good to know who knows what. [For reasons.]

Ain't that the truth. I go out looking for stuff for the Clinic sometimes and it's kind of a crapshoot as far as whether or not I find anything actually useful.

[not George. she's about as middle class suburban as they get]

I know about first aid and other Clinic stuff, but other than that? I don't exactly have many useful skills.

Better than nothing. Just sometimes, we end up with a whole lot of nothing.

[To say the least. Rey just shrugs, then casts an appraising glance to George.]

Well, you look young enough that picking up new skills shouldn't be too hard. Older brains tend to have a harder time clicking with new info. [Unless you have a computer in your skull that collects data on the quantum scale, that is.]

Yeah. Like jeans with a hole in the ass. Whether it's for a tail or for easy access to anal, I have no idea.

[or both. it could easily be both. but she feels the stare and blinks owlishly back]

I'm just eighteen. [a beat] Well, technically nineteen, but I'm not getting any older.

That's... [squiiiint] ...interesting.

[Does Alphys wear jeans? Because she's the only one Rey knows who would need something like that that isn't for... eugh.]

Ah, one of those. [She's been around long enough that "not getting any older" is a familiar sentence to her.] Still, never too late.

I guess that's one word for it.

[yeah, she wouldn't be able to think of anybody else who could wear them that wouldn't be for. . . yeahhhhhh]

Uh-huh, one of those. [being an undead Grim Reaper has its bonuses] Nope. Which is why I'm here.

[Considering that Rey is not much different from "one of those" herself, she has no trouble leaving it be.]

Ah. [Pause.] Well, anyway. One of the first important thing to know is how to determine if something's poisonous before you even eat it. Wouldn't want to add "death by salad" to the list of ridiculous kills here.

[Or maybe she does. Maybe she does...]

[a pause]

...well, maybe I should explain my one of those thing. I'm technically dead already--and not dead as in "I was dead and this place brought me back to life"--and I can heal just about anything. So even if I did eat something poisonous, the worst that might happen would be an upset stomach.

[Rey just blinks, unsurprised.]

In that case, maybe you could be a designated poison-tester. [Heh.] Could do the same thing, myself, but it might not be possible to try all the plant life there is.

[that is easily the most blase response George has received about her life status. she finds it refreshing]

Could be. Though, I'm already busy at the Clinic and the Lab. [both things that never cease to surprise her] Would you really want to? Some of the plant life here looks just plain gross. Stringy and scraggly and weird.

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