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Rachel found herself wandering the village that day, in a kind of brain-dead state. The thing she had witnessed the afternoon before had put her off of food more than usual and left her wanting to rid her mind of the images. In her aimless exploration, she had come upon a notice board that contained a map of the village buildings and ammeneties. She glanced at it not really caring, until one spot on the map caught her attention. "Beach Bar." She glanced at it a moment, before deciding to head towards where the map indicated its location was.

Rachel had never had alcohol before. She had never really had reason to before, but she had heard from others that it was good for situations when you didn't want to care or think. This was a situation that was both, and Rachel couldn't think of a better time to see if the claims were true. Besides, its not like there was anyone here going to bust her for drinking underage. Not on the island where nothing made sense.

As she approached, she noticed a man going enter the building in an almost sneaky manner. He didn't seem to see her, so she approached carefully, not wanting to deal with surprising someone that thought they were travelling unnoticed.

Well whoever it was, certainly wasn't kidding around when it came to drinking, Rachel thought as she noted the bottles next to him on the ground, with a raised eyebrow. She certainly wasn't planning on consuming that much. By the look of it, he might even be storing some away for later consumption. Maybe that means he'll leave in a little and I can be alone do drown out my thoughts, she thought grimly.

After a moment of watching him silently from the doorway, Rachel cleared her throat, to let the man know she was standing there, hoping not to startle him too badly.

The noise he made, when he heard her caused Rachel to start and give a small gasp as the bottle he was holding crashed to the floor. She insintively cringed as the liquid splashed, but was fortunate to not get more on her than a few drops on her tennis shoes.

His reaction had set Rachel on edge, her nerves already jumpy after the ups and downs she'd had in experiences the past few days. First the news of the chips and cameras, then the she/he in the entertainment room, then the red-scaled man in the cafeteria. She watched him cautiously and silently until he relaxed and then opened his mouth in what appeared to be an attempt at a smile, but it did nothing to help Rachel feel more at ease.

She nodded in response to his question, clearing her throat again before speaking quietly. "Yeah...got here a few weeks ago...and I didn't mean to scare you..."

"Ah, I see..." was all Rachel had to say to his rambling explaination about his jumpiness and the animal he was changing into. It wasn't very articulate, she knew, but she couldn't think of anything else to say at the moment. She noticed that he cut himself off about to wish her luck with something, but most of her didn't care enough to try and figure out what it was.

"I suppose I am," Rachel said evenly, nodding slightly as the man moved on to the subject of why they were both there. "There are several things I'd rather not have to deal with thinking about at the moment..."

"Yeah...I found out about it the morning after I got here," she said with a sigh, letting herself relax a little as she talked to the man. "Gave me quite the shock, I can tell you that. But my reasons for wanting to not think have more to do with things that have happened since then, rather than knowing that I won't be fully human after a while." The actual shock of knowing what the island was about had worn off shortly after that first day, because despite being told, and seeing others changed, it was still surreal because it had not happened yet to her. The events in the past few days, however, she had experienced first hand, having a greater effect on her reality.

At the mention of a "fool proof plan" to get off the island, Rachel raised a skeptical eyebrow, moving over to sit on one of the bar stools, leaning her arms on the counter. She knew about the chips and cameras, able to track and buzz them. There was no way Rachel would give herself hope of believing that the people watching them would allow such a thing.

"If it actually will work, sure, but I don't think the people keeping us here would give anyone the chance to even try, let alone be successful in an escape attempt."

"Well more power to you if you can find a way, but I'm not going hope for it," she said matter-of-factly. "I have too many other things on my mind." She eyed the glasses as he filled them and the part of her brain that was not occupied with trying to not think about the past few days was suddenly screaming at her with the amount of calories that were in the alcohol. She wresteled with it for a moment, finally rationalizing that it was ok because not thinking was more desierable at the moment and that she hadn't visited the cafeteria since the incident with the red-scaled man. Besides, she could always work out extra to make up for it later.

Her mind made up, she reached for the glass and held it up for him to pour the soda into. If he said it was good for numbing the mind, then it was fine for her purposes. She glanced up at him at the underage drinking comment. "Is there an underage in a place like this?" she asked, scoffing.

Rachel was glad she hadn't taken a drink right away, and watched Seth's reaction to a sip of his own drink with a strange mix of dread and amusement. Obviously there was something about the drink he didn't like for some reason, and she couldn't help but be put off a little. When he offered his explaination and took another drinking, trying to convince her it was good, Rachel raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Uh-huh..." she sarcastically. Well at least now if she didn't like her first taste of the stuff, she wouldn't look like some baby or something. Not after the experienced drinker couldn't handle his own concoction. She glanced at the drink in her hand, not sure if she was brave enough now to try it.