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Sophie didn't know what finally got her out of her duplex: maybe it was simple boredom. Maybe it was curiosity. Or maybe it was that she just didn't want to stay in that room any longer: either way, she found herself wandering back to the village, exploring the parts she hadn't seen from her first visit. In all honesty, she wasn't all too thrilled with the idea of moving about: moping had left her feeling drained, and her medicine wasn't working like it used to. She knew it was stupid to take it if it would just turn her into an animal, but she liked not having to go to sleep.

Poking her head inside the entertainment room, her eyes widened: stuff. Lots of stuff. She quietly entered and closed the door behind her with a soft click, her gaze glued to the mass amounts of DVDs, games, and the perfect centerpiece, that huge TV. If it was for public use...oh, Sophie had found home, and a constructive way to get rid of the empty feeling she'd had since she'd found out the Island's secret.

However, it seemed she would have to share: at the table, there was a...well, Sophie wasn't quite sure what it was. It had a lot of arms, and it twitched a lot, and most things fitting that description would cause Sophie to whap it with a newspaper until it was dead. However, it seemed rather interested in something, and therefore, Sophie became interested, too.

She shyly stepped up behind the man, peering over his shoulder from a distance. It was no use: she couldn't read the writing from that far away. But, she still looked for a while longer, hoping not to be noticed so that she could take inventory of the beautiful collection of stuff in so close a proximity.

Sophie stifled a yelp at the curled tentacle, backing away. It had curled towards her, but she certainly wasn't going to let it get any closer. When she finally looked to the man on which it belonged (or, at least, she'd thought him to be a man), her stance relaxed in the slightest bit, though she was still staring at his odd features. It took her a moment to get her brain in gear again to reply.

"No...I don't think we've met, either." Realizing that she might have sounded sarcastic, she added, "That is to say, I haven't been here long enough to forget the people I've met."

Deciding she'd done enough verbal damage to her first impression, she just dropped the subject and continued on. "I'm Sophie," she said, sidestepping to get a little bit closer to the table, but still not quite as close to him. "What exactly are you working on, if I can ask?"

Sophie blinked, then gulped: the guy knew her name and duplex already? But how??? She nodded in response, but couldn't quite bring herself to answer for a moment. "...I've only been here a few days, really. It's been a bit hectic." She bit back a weary, despaired expression, then looked back to the papers, suddenly very interested once again.

"A newsletter? That must be a bit more than a little project. And...community?" She paused: it had never occured to her just exactly the size of the Island. "How many people are here, anyways?"

"Yeah...I changed state-side because of some pills I was taking, and they brought me here to get rid of the side-effects." Again, Sophie hid the dismay of having to tell her story, and tried not to remind herself of the things she'd heard about the true nature of the place.

Her discomfort melted into a pensive stare. It had never quite occured to her that she would know what animal they were turning her into, and Sophie paused, thinking for a moment. Come to think of it, the guy she'd met in the Cafeteria the first time had known he was a pegasus...or that's what he'd said, anyways. "Uhm...no, actually. I have no idea what I'm supposed to be. Can you tell?" She turned around once to get a good look at her nub of a tail. "Because I have absolutely no clue."

Oh, dear. The stateside interest. Sophie could tell by his look that he was hoping that she'd stirred up some publicity, but she shook her head as she pulled up a chair and sat down. "I didn't make any waves with it...I just called the company, they picked me up, and that was the end of it. No one outside of Feral Labs even saw me like this." She scratched the back of her head and gave a weak apologetic smile: it was the least she could do.

"I don't know how, or why, but after about a month or so of taking medicine that Feral Labs produced, I woke up like this." She held up her hands, then rested them in her lap. "I don't even know my way around the place yet, to be honest." Sophie shrugged, looking away. "I just got here."

Sophie looked up, and couldn't help but have the feeling that perhaps she should've done more to grab the attention of others to her deformities back when she was off-Island. She smiled at the mention of Gaius, even though with it came the pain of the truth, as well as the encounter.

"Yes...I've met, uhm, Gaius the pegasus man...and then, Marshall...and I met Jordan right when he changed." As a small amount of comfort, she brushed through her hair with her fingers for a moment, and then put her hands in her lap again, trying not to fidget too much. The man had an austere sense to him that made her give respect, if nothing else.

"I'm just trying to stay positive about the whole thing as much as I can...it wouldn't do any good to mope, would it?" Her voice quivered and weakened by the last statement, and it was clear that she was anything but okay with the situation. However, she regained composure, and began fiddling with her hair again.

"He took it fairly well, I guess: after all the screaming and everything, he was able to eat just fine." Sophie couldn't help but smile at her mention of the man: it was mostly his confidence that was feeding hers. The grin faded to a confused look as he presented the names on paper, then turned to one of surprise and fear.

"You mean...those people died?" She managed to squeak, trying her best not to fidget in her seat but doing so anyways. "People...people die here?" The confident tone in her voice was gone, replaced with a shaky uncertainty that came with those names. True, it was only one female name out of four...but all too easily she could see Sophie Cherise Bell put on the list, her last testimony to this world. She didn't want to die there, and she looked up to Richard hoping that it was some sort of sick joke.