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Basically, then the posting order is ready, after your Rp post, add your serum choice for the next person to post, and use the dice roll option to generate their stage. That way it'll defiantly be a surprise for all

Stage Dice chart:
1-0% unaware
2-0% aware
3-25%
4-50%
5-75%
6-100%

Posting order:
Nikorasu-Kun
Acinonyx_jubatus
Mindsend
Bress Baltar
Oliveman

Nick wandered through the village, it was nearly lunch and the supplies he’d taken to his room since his change had now run out. At least he had something to he happy about, he was turning into a mammal. From that little fact his mind and fabricated a little white lie that the change couldn’t be that bad. And it was true, to some extent. His ears had grow pointed, his feet had stretched out too, there where some clumps from brown fur had sprouted here and there, not signs of a tail yet. Nothing hugely painful compared to what some of the others had experienced.

For now he had no idea what he was being turned into, but for now he was perfectly happy believing he was something “Cool”, like a fox or something, and not some horrible lizard or bug.

He headed over towards the cafeteria, humming some nonsense tune to himself as he went.

(Acinonyx_jubatus Will be a Ferret! :3)

(75%)

Nikkos adjusts the wrap on his hairless head, trying to pull it off of a spine only to have it droop to cover his eyes, which he lets it stay there as he basks under the sunlamp infront of his indoors burrow, though a grumble escaped the scaley muzzle of the tailor as he works on his newest customized piece of clothing, delicate little claws snapping the string as he finishes the last stitch, "Well, thatsssh the lasssht of that batch. Now what ssshould I do?"

Folding the clothing carefully, he sets it into an outbox on the side of the room, slithering away from the safety and warmth of his home. His stomach growls; how long had it been since he had something to eat?

One of the things he was thankful for about his form is that his diet didn't HAVE to change much at all, since he was as much of an "opportunistic omnivore" as a human as he is now. He walks to his mini-fridge and opens it, wincing at the burst of cold as he seeks materials for Dolmades, "Damn, out of grape leavesssh... And Currantsssh... And Green onionsssh... Guessssh I need to order more and eat out..." He quickly checks his cricket jar, popping the last lone cricket into his mouth like popcorn, "Need to sssshtock up on more bugsssh too.."

Closing the door of the fridge, he walks back into the sunlamp to warm himself a little before heading out the door, his large spiney tail leaving ridges in the dirt he had moved into his duplex.

Moving as swiftly as possible, disliking the lack of burrow to hide in should he attacked, he slinks into the Cafeteria, planning a quick get in and get out to avoid slowing down too much in the air conditioned room.

Suddenly he freezes, spotting Ryan grooming himself, and scolds himself for wishing he was a little smaller, like the size of a cat. He then moves to the buffet line, looking carefully to see if anything would appeal to him, his face scrunched up in distaste, not liking pre-prepared foods despite his hunger. Eventually he wanders over to the Salad bar and starts to build himself a salad, piling it high.

He wanders over to a table near Nick, trying to avoid being interested in Ryan's movements, and turns a chair over so the back faced the table, making room for his large tail, "They need more outdoor eatting facsshilitiesssh around here, am I right? Brr..." He looks around, then hunches over as he realizes he's the only reptile in the room, covering his brow and shading his eyes with one clawed hand in embarrassment "Nevermind..."

He grabs a handful of lettace and carrots with one hand and shoves it in his mouth, settling into an uncomfortable silence.

((Bress shall be a Indian Egg-eater, a type of Dasypeltis!!))

((100% I hope you like eggs!))

Why couldn't I be something cool? Bing wondered that as he waddled along in his newfound weight. People said he needed to gain some, but this was ridiculous... At least he had it easy, sorta, there wasn't quite any inhuman things about him, except now he didn't have any chin, and all the fat to make even the most obese person cry.

He decided to go to the cafeteria. Not like he needed could survive on fat alone, but still, you're hungry, you're hungry. As he squeezed through the door, he saw that he wasn't the only one craving food. There was a person apparently nibbling on their own fur, and another man trying to eat a ham with no teeth.

What a day to come in here, huh?

((...Hungry hungry Hippos! *Dances*))

Ryan sat up, satisfied that his fur was groomed properly. He'd been so busy grooming himself, he hadn't noticed that anyone else had come in, not even when they'd begun to talk. Now that he was down, he suddenly noticed all the people that had come into the cafeteria. His round ears perked up as much as they could, and he had to resist the urge to go around and smell everyone.

"Oh, people! Hi, how's things?" It wasn't directed at anyone in particular, just to everyone there in general. Saying hi individually would take to long. "I'm doing really good myself." He replied, though no one had asked him. With his question asked, he went back to eating his bananas and peanut butter, though he had a little trouble, since he had no molars left. He'd eat, and then go sniff everyone.

((Srry, didn't mean it in any negative way, just for continuity (I said RPs *stay* past tense, not *be*), sorry for the confusion sad sweatdrop ))

Peter wanted to try something... interesting. He knew he was a lot more flexible now but jst how much more was the question. Regardless, he tried it. Twisting and constricting his lengthened torso, slowly at first and then speeding up, he started rotating the ham inside him like a jar lid. Getting almost 180 degrees on the turn, he felt a soft rip has the ham got sheared in two. Spinning back into a normal posture, the two smaller lumps relaxed their bulge, fading from sight.

Even moments after eating, though, Peter started feeling sleepy. Not again... Pass out for two days to digest like last time? No thanks. He slithered over to what remained of the breakfast table and poured himself the largest cup of coffee he could find. He never used to drink coffee, not even at the club, but he was NOT going to play sleeping beauty every time he wanted a snack. Simply pouring the cup down his widened jaw, Peter sighed, hoping. Come on baby, do your magic. He poured another and started writhing towards the tables. He was starting to feel Indiana Jones' dislike... Snake. Why'd it have to be snake?

Nick found a little spark of hope from Ryan, he seemed so happy with his new form. He hoped he’d be like that someday too. As he looked around past the ferret he saw Peter, not another reptile he thought, they all gave him the creeps, snakes especially. Yet he continued to watch a the snake man spun around randomly, as he tried to figure out what on earth he was doing. He stopped watching as he went over towards the coffee machine. Someone else was here too, a rather large man, sat on the floor. He payed him no mind.

“Huh?” His attention (Though as much as he disliked it) now turned back to the lizard sitting across the table from him. He was eating a salad, at least the fact that he was a vegetarian relaxed him a little, he knew no islander would ever eat another, but fear didn’t need logic to work.

“Oh, I don’t really know actually, I just have these really” he scratched some of the fur on the sides of his face and pointed at his lengthened ears “I don’t look like any animal yet do I?”