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

Post order:

Nikorasu
Oliveman
Acinonyx

Bress can join when he gets on.

Nick has been one the island for about 2 weeks now, he’d gotten over his feeling sorry for himself mood, in a way. Obviously he still wasn’t feeling much better about the situation, but at least he was still human, for the next week at most, from what he’d gathered from the others.

Last night he’d decided to watch every “Back to the Future” movie in one sitting, though it was already late when he started, and he had pasted out on the couch just after the “Darth Vader” scene. And he was still there slumped down on hi stomach, his glasses pressed up and bend against his face, and a rather noticeable spot of drool under his moth.

Olive will be a Giant squid. :3

(((Bress Is here, but will wait until the opportune time ninja )))

(( I suppose I'll post now))

BOY, do my feet hurt. Peter felt like cussing every other step on the way to the entertainment room. Since his change yesterday, right in the middle of everyone in the theatre, his toes felt like little black boulders in his shoes. The joint changes didn't help either. His hands, though black and harder as they were didn't hurt nearly as much, but of course, he hadn't been walking on them all day, and he hoped he never would.

His chest was a little more awkward now, being a little bit more barrel chested. More than anythng else it was just a tad harder to move his arms in front of his chest, as opposed to the sides. But no, the crowning annoyance of it all, as with anyone, was the head... after he had escaped the theatre and retreated back to his room, he didn't recognize himself. His lower face had grown just a tad longer, which he could deal with. The pointed ears and the two little nubs for horns were too much. Add in the darkening of the complexion, and you've got the thesis for the devil's face.

Peter understood that the majority of people decided to hide in their rooms for a week after changes out of shame, but it was futile. Everyone had seen him at the theatre. Well, almost everyone. In a way it was a sort of a blessing. Now there was nothing to do but to get on with it.

So he marched his way to the entertainment room, hoping to get in a little Indiana Jones action. While the door was trickier to open now, he flung it wide open... to see a dark room, with a cat-man looming over a slumbering figure. Peter just stood there, trying to figure out was going on. to stall for time, Peter used a catchphrase that a friend had told him to get over it. Peter had a gigglefit after it, which was very useful to help his state of mind.

"Well, this is gnu."

“Urrgh” he groaned, Nick was already half wake at the time, in that daze where your not sure if your asleep or not. He thought Ryan just part of some dream, his eyes where almost completely closed after all, he could barely see anything either. In his minds current hazy state, it was a perfectly logical conclusion.

He jumped on the spot when Ryan sneezed though, he was understandably shocked from his sudden wake up call. He wiped his face down, unable to see who was the culprit, but at least his glasses had shielded his eyes in a way.

“What the-“ he muttered incoherently and he continued to clean his face with his sleeves.

Nick continued to mutter under his breath before his vision came back properly. He cleaned his glasses on with his shirt and but them back on before looking at the person who’d sneezed in his face. ”Just a cat”, somehow, Ryan didn’t register in his mind as dangerous. But that was based on his biased opinion from what he’d assumed about some of the other islanders. Especially Annie and Jamal.

“Just be careful...geez” He murmured as he lifted his sore body up into a seating position. “Huh? Hear what, your pur?” It didn’t seem odd to Nick, cats purred right? So shouldn’t the feline Islanders too?

Nick couldn’t help but subconsciously scoot a little further away from Ryan as he sat down, but it wasn’t to far. He wasn’t entirely used to being around changed islanders, despite Ryan already being catalogued as “harmless” in the back of his mind.

“Erm...yeah, I guess it would feel weird” He resultantly reached over and shook his hand in return. As he repeated his somewhat ineffective,“Stay clam, there still people” mantra mentally.