Stepping out of the station, Eden started by carefully observing his surroundings, just in case.
Although it would be uncharacteristic of Jason to attack a group of people in broad daylight and plain sight of one another, he also had no guarantee the mission world would follow all the rules of the movie. The chances were that it would, but Eden would rather not risk his life on such an assumption if possible.
Fortunately, there were no traces of any hulking figure wearing hockey masks. All Eden saw was Clay driving away on his motorcycle, as well as the rest of the crew scattered around.
Two blond girls were standing together next to the SUV the crew had been using. Those were Chelsea and Bree, the only two other girls of the group, whose personalities amounted to being hot blondes. Eden's imported memories did not add any depth to them either.
Lawrence, the only black man in the group, was pumping gas. He was in the movie to form a comic relief duo along with Chewie, as well as to fill the quota for minorities. And finally there was Nolan, who was basically a lesser version of Trent. Shorter, poorer, dumber, and with no girlfriend. It was him who insisted to Trent to bring Chelsea and Bree along, hoping to get laid with one of them, or preferably both.
Overall, they were an uninteresting bunch. Still, as his eyes returned to the couple of blondes, who were chatting with their backs to him, a plan formed in his mind. It was crude, but if they really were the walking stereotypes his memories told him they were, then it should work.
His pondering expression shifting into a seductive smirk he had used so many times, Eden quietly approached the two from behind and suddenly smacked both of their asses.
The two jumped and yelped in surprise, which did not stop Eden from hooking his arms around their waists, forcing himself between the two of them. Clutching them close to his chest, Eden asked bluntly, "So, have you girls ever tried a threesome?"
Were they in the real world, with actual people, Ethan would have never done this, since he would most assuredly have only gotten a pair of hard slaps. However, the two's main, and perhaps only, personality trait was to be sexy, so no slaps flew his way.
Besides, if the personality of the identity Dreamland arranged for him was really identical to his own, then the two should already have a good impression of him.
And sure enough, instead of slaps, two sultry smiles appeared on the faces of the blondes. Bree even placed her hand on Eden's chest and spoke close to his ear in a sensual voice, "Greedy much! Can't you choose?"
"Choosing is for children. I'm an adult. So, interested, ladies?"
It was crude, but it was just what Eden needed.
Bree smiled teasingly, while Chelsea rolled her eyes before breaking away from Eden's grasp, huffing, "Have some manners. I'm not an easy girl."
This prompted Bree to also get away from Eden, yet neither of the two looked like they were really offended, which led Eden to the conclusion that being crude was indeed the way to go.
"Fine, have it your way. But I'll have you beg for it by the end of the week."
"We'll see, big boy."
The two blondes giggled as they walked away, while Eden kept his smile.
Obviously, Eden was not simply a beast incapable of controlling his most basic urges. This was him playing on his strengths.
He could not remember the exact plot of the movie, at least not enough to scheme around it, making it a weakness. But he was familiar with the franchise and even the genre as a whole and thus knew of the tropes followed in them. This, was a strength.
Since he did not remember the exact plot, then he would forcefully alter it to enter his plans. In nearly every Friday the 13th movie, there would be a couple having sex, or trying to, and Jason would always choose that precise moment to either strike them or at least make an apparition. The couple would be too caught up in what they were doing and end up getting killed.
So, Chelsea and Bree's roles in the movie were obvious. One of them, or both, would end up having sex with one of the guys, probably Trent or Nolan, which would trigger an attack from Jason and two deaths.
The plan here was to stop this and take their place instead. One of Jason's strengths was his surprising skill in stealth attacks, and Eden knew he had no chance of sneak attacking Jason, so his best chance was to force an encounter with Jason. Thus, seducing Bree and Chelsea meant controlling when Jason would appear.
This was, once again, Eden playing on his strengths.
Of course, there was always the chance that Jason would simply ignore the tropes of the genre and his usual modus operandi, but Eden doubted it. Jason had had so many movies made of him that the tropes had been deeply ingrained in his character, so the only way to stop him from following them would be to deeply change his personality.
Eden also had some vague memories of the plot, and he would have remembered it if this movie made any big changes compared to the rest of the franchise. So it could be rather safely assumed that Jason would follow his usual methods.
Besides, it was not like Eden was losing anything by doing this; it would allow him more control over the group in any case.
With that in mind, Jason would only attack when one of the following requirements was met: someone isolated themselves, night fell, or a couple had intercourse.
The first was hard to control, but Jason would usually not attack the first instance of someone isolating themselves, preferring to observe them instead. For the second, that left Eden the whole day. As for the third, he only had to worry about three people: Jenna, Bree, and Chelsea.
For Jenna, while Eden was confident in his looks and general charisma, he doubted he would manage to sway Jenna by the end of the day. Her whole personality was to be innocent, so convincing her to cheat on her boyfriend and have sex with him by the end of the day would be next to impossible.
However, it was also precisely this innocence that made her safe. From the knowledge he had been given, her relationship with Trent was not exactly strong, so Trent was just as likely as he was to have sex with her.
This left the two real factors, Chelsea and Bree. Eden chose to go for both because of their characters. Had they been more 'real', doing so would have dropped his chances, so he would have focused on the easier of the two while ruining the more guarded one's vision of the other guys, ruining their chances.
But because these two were walking stereotypes created solely for the plot's convenience, Eden believed that the safest way was to go for both. They were both unnaturally easy, and he doubted he would manage to stop either of them from sleeping with one of the guys, so he had to take them instead.
Only by taking both would he have enough control over them to control when the sex scene would happen.
"Dude! How big are your balls!?"
Eden tore his gaze from the two girls, the dark, cold scheming eyes turning bright once more. Lawrence, looking excited, as if he had something incredible, approached. Bad luck with women was also part of the gag that was Lawrence's comedic duo with Chewie.
Smiling slightly, Eden said, "I'm definitely banging the two tonight. What about you, any luck with Chewie?"
Lawrence looked like he was about to gag as he shot back, "Hell nah! Say anything like that again, and I'm taking them chicks for myself!"
Eden chuckled at the virgin's empty threat, saying, "I'm joking mate," before pointing at Lawrence's bag, changing the subject, "You've planned to use the week to work?"
Lawrence was in the midst of writing his thesis and had thus brought his computer with him. Clutching his bag a little tighter, he replied, "Yeah, why?"
Eden shrugged, looking around at the woods surrounding the station, "First off, that's not the idea I make of a fun vacation. Secondly, we're in the middle of nowhere, so I wouldn't be so confident there's going to be signal at Trent's summer house."
Right as he said that the three in the station got out, so Lawrence asked loudly, "Yo Trent! You've got signal at your house, right?"
Trent, who was walking toward the driver seat, shrugged and replied, "Depends, most of the time there isn't."
Lawrence looked devastated, so Eden patted his shoulder and said, "Don't cry, Chewie will be there to comfort you."
Lawrence pushed Eden away, making him laugh as he went to sit in the car. Doing so, he threw a glance at the two girls, gesturing toward the seats next to him with his head.
The girls, true to their character, giggled and came to sit on both sides of Eden. With the two beauties sitting on both of his sides, Eden could see Nolan sending death glares at him.
Eden bet that Nolan would give anything to swap places with him. It was no secret among the group that Nolan was lusting after the two, and following the logic of the movie, he might actually have originally ended up with one of them. Too bad for him, as Eden's only response to his glare was to put an arm around each of the girls' shoulders.
To add even more vitriol, neither of the girls shied away from his touch, resulting in surprised glances from most of the group and Nolan scoffing disgracefully.
In the front seats were Trent and Jenna, as Trent was driving, and while Jenna didn't seem to dare to look in his direction, Trent looked envious as he stared through the windshield.
Right behind the couple sat Nolan and Lawrence, the former raging internally and the latter with his headset on already.
Finally, the third set of seats had Eden sandwiched between Bree and Chelsea, making himself comfortable. Because they didn't have much space, each of the girls had a lot of skin contact with Eden, making all three of them feel hot. Not one of them complained about it, though.
That only left chunky Chewie, who, after the categorical refusal of both Nolan and Lawrence to allow him to sit between them, was forced to go to the trunk.
Eden used the rest of the trip to Trent's family summer house to get as much skin contact with the two girls as possible, while internally digging into his memories of the movie, hoping to dig out anything he might use, and planning the best way to manipulate each of the members of the group to do what he wanted them to do.
Eden also got to somewhat map their surroundings. Thanks to the signs, he discovered that the nearest police station was about two kilometers away from the house, and Camp Crystal Lake was dangerously close to them.
Unfortunately, it was only as they arrived at the house that Eden realized that THE Crystal Lake was right in front of the house, meaning that the camp was at best only several hundred meters away from them, along with its deadly denizens.