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Paying? Were they paying people around here? She had never really discussed that as of yet, didn't think it was an option. She had a room, food and new clothes and right now that is all she needed.
She shyed away a bit realizing she had been taken as an idiot kid by the doc.

"Damn him. I hate that creep. Sure I get room and board but no cash." She still hasn't figured out what was going on and looked horribly confused.

"What's up with this crazy place?! What the hell are they doing here?" Maybe asking questions was best right now. She would get no straight answers from the Doc and this guy didn't seem to have a reason to ever lie. She knew his type, had seen tons like him in L.A. and they always preferred the truth over lies.

She remembered a little of what Doc said.

Everyone? Thorn had only met Karma and The Dude and knew Karma had locked herself in her room since she arrived on the island. Thorn had just arrived a couple days ago, not long enough to start much trouble yet.

"Heh, just arrived here a couple days ago." She shifted her legs and wrapped her arms across her chest. "Don't know anyone other than Karma, you and the lunch ladies."

She thought of her clothes and the fact that Karma had received a package. "The gifts probably changed their minds. They probably forgot all about being stuck here. As Doc said, most don't know they are being observed."

The thought of being observed sent chills down her spine. Was the doc getting pervy to her changing in her room? She reminded herself to search for a camera once she got back. Disabled? For the most part everyone she met seemed physically healthy.
"You don't look disabled."

She plopped down on the sand. Finally someone who had balls enough to talk to her about this Moreau freak.
"He didn't talk to me much but he let that slip." She looked down raking her fingers through the sand. "He told me that there was a full village here and that all the people were here for different reasons. Then he let loose that the true reason for them being here was observation." She looked a little worried as her fears came back. Her eyes snapped up the way with the paranoia of a true conspiracy theorist.
"Do you think there are camera's and s**t? You don' think he's pervin' out on me while I'm dressing do you?! GOD I've got to find that ******** camera." She got up, her bottom dirty with the sand.

Lauren had never thought of it being a reality series. The thought actually seemed highly pausible. She did sign a contract... and didn't read it very well of course, because there was so much fine print.
She shrugged.
"Hell if I know, the more I think about things the more my head spins. I've got food, water, shelter more than I've had on the streets." She was not the picture perfect person people usually casted for reality tv shows. Although, she may be the ugly b***h that causes trouble for all the pretty people around her. Damn.... she always hated that person.

The thought of a camera being in her room was really getting to her. She still hadn't had time for a swim but maybe she could come back later.
"I'm off to look for the camera. Can't have him selling my scrawny a** to every freaky wanker on the internet. See ya." She waved and tried to beam a sort of smile towards Dude as she started to head off to her room.

She waved "I'll tell ya, and help you find yours." She was really pissed off at the thought of her room being bugged but hoped to find out soon enough. At least then, she could remove it.

The Dude had one hell of a night. Even though the pain killers eased some of the suffering, they ran out of juice half way thru the transformation. So when the bones in his hands began to stretch and grow, the skin cells and muscle trying to desperately to catch up, he felt every thing. It hurt like a b***h. When the sun finally floated out of the sea and chased away the darkness, the Dude was laying face down on the beach, his cheeks wet from involuntary tears and covered with sand. Passively, he was watching the ray of the sun reflect from his now chocolate colored skin. And he was thirsty.

So there the Dude was, splayed on the ground, like a beached whale.

The Dude turned his head towards the sound and looked at the blurry figure standing not so far away. It was a slight figure dressed in black, with high pitched voice and big green eyes. He hasn't seen this girl before. Hoping that he hadn't sprouted something too terrifying that he wasn't yet aware off, he produced a weak smile and waved his flipper in the air weakly. His voice sounded hoarse and his throat was dry.

"Hey, cutie. I'm okey, don't worry. Peachy keen."

He really couldn't figure out who this was, and he was aware that she was probably terrified. Trying to be casual and hoping this was not a new victim of Moreau, but a technician from the labs he asked:

"Are you new here, girl?"