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Perched atop the mountain on the north side of the Island sits the private mansion of Doctor Moreau himself. And "mansion" is certainly the appropriate term. While perhaps not the most ornate or showy manor, the heavily fortified walls, and the fact that it is not built ON the mountain, but instead built INTO the mountain speaks of the money that must have been sunk into this manor. The windows are tinted from the outside and made from bulletproof glass, and there does not in fact appear to be any door leading to the outside.

What is inside the manor can only be speculated.

Moreau looked down at the note. He had a lot of important work to do, he picked it up and walked to the monitors in the other room. Noticing that the Subjects known as Ambrose and Pyroth were conversing on the beach. A chance to study them up close and personal appealed to him.

He looked down at Aubrey's note, well, she had been working hard and would probably see it as a reward for her hard work. If he happened to take some notes and do some on site research in the meantime who would it hurt? He walked towards the door, taking off his labcoat and hanging it up. He'd need his sunglasses.

(Role Play Moved to the Beach)

There was an... odd grin on Sabin's face as he sat reclined in the chair, his barefeet still propped up on the desk in front of the vast array of moniters in front of him, a small dish of cubed meat besides him and.... a rather familiar novel in his hands.

Glancing up at her and then down at a passage about 4/5 of the way through the book, he read a bit aloud "And he took her luscious, milky curves in his strong, almost forceful grasp. She whimpered in pleasure, but she would never let him know just how badly she needed him, his dusky, stable-scent..."
"Gee, Aubrey... I did not know that this was work-related" he teased, the almost inanely bemused smile still on his lips as he locked eyes with her again.

Sabin laughed as the book was snatched from his hands, and he leaned forward, putting his feet back on the floor where they belonged.

"And about the duty: No problem. It's actually a kind of interesting jopb I suppose..." He paused, thinking how to best breach the subject. The manipulator inside of him very pleased with itself. "Speaking of..... Doctor Moreau wishes to see you, Aubrey. Something about said moniter duty, I believe.... or at least, the contents thereof in your absence...."

He took one of the cubes of processed meat, tossed it up into the air and caught it in his mouth. Then he flashed her a toothy grin.

"Mmmm, yes" Sabin said, a hint of disappointment that she didn't seem to quite catch on immediately to the implications. "Said something about improper conduct with subjects or something like that..."

He glanced briefly back to the moniters, tapping on one that was unordinarily black. "He's up in his mansion. Said you'd know where to find him...?"

The door was closed, the room odviously dark, as there was no indication of much light comming from under it.

"Come in Aubrey... now." Moreau's voice said from behind the door.

The room was dark and hard to see, the Doctor's face mostly obscured in the shadows. "Really? I wasn't aware that flirting was a medical remedy."

Moreau sounded stern and very very upset. "It makes me question your loyalties Aubrey or perhaps... your intelligence for picking up with a beach bum like Mr. Carroll."

"Now..." Moreau said. "Which will it be Aubrey... me or that washed up pot-head beach bum?" the room almost seemed to grow darker as he posed his question.

"I was hoping you'd say that Aubrey..." Moreau pulled Aubrey towards him and kissed her passionately. It was at this time that Aubrey could tell, drawn close to Moreau that he did not have a shirt on, though he was still wearing the labcoat. His hands were moving firmly across her body as he kissed her.

He pulled his lips away from Aubrey "Come with me... if you are mine." he began to draw her towards his bedroom which was connected by a large set of double doors to his office.