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 Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 5:06 pm
Greer blinked, blushing a little. Had she not felt like a total a** for kicking him, she probably would have used her new-found compacity to playfully smack him, but as it was she was far too guilty to retaliate. "Whatever makes you feel better, I suppose."
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 5:18 pm
OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO ... she didn't just say that, did she? Feeling a bit like Lucifer himself, the Dude pondered which scenario he liked better: Make Greer go skinny dipping with him? Make Greer smoke pot? Make Greer make out with Cassidy?
Then he gave that dynamite leg of hers a thoughtfull look, considering which one of the possibilities would least likely to cause her to kick him again. Cuz that hurt ... and most likely each and every one of these little ideas would cause more kicking. Or lots of hurt feelings and embarassment. Hmmm ... better to opt for baby steps, as much as skinny dipping sounded like fun.
"Wanna use me as your pillow tomorrow night, too?" - he finally asked.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 5:24 pm
Her jaw literally dropped open. She had expected something much more... uh, porn-esque, considering how open she'd left it.
Recovering from the shock, she leapt up, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a big kiss. "I'd love to!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 5:35 pm
"Allright then" - he kissed her back. Baby steps. Man, she was hot, though. And light and soft and tiny. Well, if they were to co-inhabit the same small island till the rest of their natural lives, he'd better not ******** it up and make her hate him. It would be hard to avoid each other. That thought was pretty much the only thing that has stopped the Dude from dragging Greer back into bed right there.
"Let's hurry now, though, the sun waits for noone" - he took Greer's hand and pulled her out the door and down the stairs of his duplex. It was still twilight outside, but the birds were getting quieter, which was a sure sign that the Great Star was about to rise up in the east in all it's glory.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 5:39 pm
Greer held on to his flipper and trotted after happily, grateful that all had been forgiven. She hadn't seen a sunrise in a while - not since those all-nighters in grad school. It would be nice to see the day star rise without cramming for a test distracting her.
"Where are we going to watch it?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 5:43 pm
"Well, beach is on the west side, so let's run the opposite direction. We gotta hurry or we'll miss it for sure ..." He was pulling her along a narrow trail that led away from the lake and followed one of the many small creeks. The darkness of the jungle was overhead of them, but one could see sliver of blue up ahead. Whether it was sky or sea was yet unclear ... RP is continued on the Beach. Read all about it HERE
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 9:51 pm
Okey, this is really not very much in character at all. Just a random OOC convo on AIM that me and Perri had. But I love it! So have fun reading, too. BTW, just in case - LH stand for Ladyhawke while SL stands for Sea Lion. This has been precipitated by something the Dude says at the Beach RP. And then SL and LH, instead of beign small voice in the back of Greer's and Dude's heads took a life totally off their own ...
The Dude: Hey Ambrose, I am not sure whether you have been officially informed yet. But guess what - I think Greer's hot!
Greer: Are you marking territory?
The Dude: *gets all embarrassed and promises to stop the nonsense*
Greer: *pats* S'okay. *is rather flattered*
Ladyhawke: Good boy!
The Dude: *cuddles up*
Sea lion: *starts counting* And she's hot, and she's hot, and she's hot, too ...
Greer: Awww!
Ladyhawke: Too bad you're mine now. Bwahahahaha!!!
Sea lion: Hey, I'm public property!
Ladyhawke: Sorry hun, but my boys are MY boys.
Sea lion: BOYS?
LH: Yup. Only two.
Sea lion: o_O that was NOT in the contract! I get to have MANY ladies. NOT a lady and a guy. I beat him up! THEN you'll be all mine! And then I'll beat up the rest of the guys. And all the ladies are ALL MINE! *has it all figured out*
LH: *shakes head* Uh uh. I get a pack, which is two males who dance attendence on me and me alone. I beat up other ladies.
The Dude: *to Greer* I believe we have a problem ...
Greer: What? It's not MY dna...
Dude: no no ... not us. our alter egos over there ...
Greer: Exactly.
Sea lion:*puffs up* I am not sharing my chicks with another guys. NA AH.
LH: *chases the ladies off*
Sea lion: MY HAREM!
The Dude: *mortified*
LH: Listen cutie, the only one who has a harem around here is ME.
Greer: Meep!
SL: Oh yeah? Where is it?
LH: *grabs Dude and Ambrose* Right here.
SL: The wolf man has a mate already, sugar ... AND flees. You want flees?
LH: Honey, I'll rip that other girl to pieces. And if he has fleas, YOU have crabs.
SL: *puts his flipper around LH* I don't got no crabs, babeh. But I got some things you just can't resist.
LH: Oh? You got mad rabbit hunting skillz?
SL: Is that why you keep that flee bag around? For the rabbits?
LH: *pets Ambrose* For that and everything else I can't get from you.
SL: *ponders that* Well, hey, if he's bringing in the rabbits and me and you can make sweet love ... I suppose I can deal with that.
LH: *pats* There's a good boy.
SL: I am not a good boy. I am bad to the bone and chicks dig me! *poses on his beach*
LH: *laughs her head off* That's bad for them, since I'll just have to beat them up now.
SL: Hey, what if they bring rabbits for you, too?
LH: *bristles* Other females hunting on MY territory? Oh, they are soooo dead...
SL: *tried to keep her away from a brawl* Hey hey hey ... who said it's all your territory?
The Dude: *to Greer* I suppose there is something to be said for having the two harem breeders hook up. While they are in each other's hair, the rest of the islanders are more or less safe ...
Greer: I'd agree, but that puts us in the middle of it.
LH: You're mine, wolf's mine, land is mine. End of story.
SL: Yo, the beach is MINE. For sweet love making ...
The Dude: Erm ... there was this nice saying about love conquering all ... *watches the bickering with morbid interest now*
Greer: Sure, if love has full body armor and a battle axe.
LH: As long as it's with me, fine.
The Dude: Don't encourage them ...
SL: Hey, who are you to call the shots, here, lady?
Greer: Ah, that's the only upside to them being animals. Lack of opposable thumbs.
LH: The chick, that's who. Everyone knows males are subordinate to females.
SL: Males are SO not subordinate to females! Males and females have each their own thing going for them. Males are big and strong and fight other males so that only the best may win. And females shower the best one with sweet sweet love! *tries to scoop up the ladyhawke for the said sweet love*
The Dude: What? I have to fight? NO WAY! Peace and Love, man .. not war ...
The Dude: Hey, you think if we ignore them, they'll go away?
Greer: Them go away? Don't I wish...
LH: *grabs him first* You got it backwards, love.
SL: Oh, but I am pretty sure I didn't, gorgeous!
The Dude: Hey, check it out, fighting turns them on. It think there is still hope ...
SL: *tries to mate*
LH: Oh trust me, I didn't, but you're cute enough I'll let it go for now. *drags off out of view*
Greer: Just kill me now.
The Dude: Hey, baby ... you know ... when the nature calls, one must obey *big wink*
Greer: So what, you want me tattoo 'Property of Greer' on your butt?
The Dude: *traumatized* Not you too .....
Greer: I wasn't planning on it, but that seems to be my current call of nature.
Greer: Have I mentioned that humans are confusing? Cause they are.
The Dude: So are animals, so are animals ...
Greer: Animals are HONEST.
The Dude: They are honestly nuts ...
Greer: *rolls her eyes* Pfft. And I suppose they kidnap people and injecting them full of animal DNA, hmmm?
The Dude: Yeah ... that is true, but humans are beautiful , too.
Greer: Well... yeah, okay. They have their moments
The Dude: Yep! =^_^=
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:39 pm
Attached to the front of your duplex door is a handwritten note with the Feral Labs logo in the top left corner.
In a flowery script, the following message is written:
The Invitation You are cordially invited to a meet and greet Halloween costume party to take place Halloween night. The staff will be setting up a tent just for this occasion and will be catering, of course. We know that you most likely did not pack costumes, so if you will just leave a message with the staff (through the intercom) to let us know what you would like to dress as, we will be able to procure a costume for you. ~Aubrey heart
((OOC: The Halloween party will take place in a separate thread in the guild that will be made for the event. The event will last in real time from Friday Oct 28 till the end of actual Halloween, Monday the 31st. Feel free to come and go at your leisure. If you would like to get artwork of your character in costume, we can post it in the first post or two of the event thread - PM the art to Sabin Duvert and he will collect it to post when he builds the thread.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2005 10:06 am
((okey, this non-updating has gone long enough *rolls up her sleeves*))
In the past few weeks, the Dude has: received a message from Aubrey, hung out a few times with Greer, consolded the lovely ladybird after her 50% change and ran into Emelyn on the beach. Otherwise, he has spent way too much time in the library reading about reef critters and probably even more time diving around the reef itself. All of this will be written about in greater detail of course, but I just wanted to post a short update on the current Dude situation.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 12:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 12:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 12:25 pm
Inner Logic
... or how the Dude gets all worried and thinks too much. The Dude The Dude entered the tent after a smoke break and witnessed Awen's performance forma dark corner. Oi wey, more romance? Well, hey, whatever kept people happy. His eyes darting around he realized however, that the sea goddess had left the building. BUMMER. Where'd Greer go? Emelyn Ambrose had disappeared again, Emelyn realized with a start. Ah well... they were there to mingle, after all. If anything, she rolled her eyes at herself for the word 'date' that kept creeping into her head. It still seemed so surreal to her, in a very nice... glowy sort of way. The night, although not young, was still deep and beautiful, and if there was nothing else- there were still the stars, waiting outside to be viewed. So she headed on sweetly clicking heels towards the tent entrance- only to nearly collide with the towel-clad man near the entrance. "Oh. Sorry Dude- I didn't see you there."
The Dude "Oh hey, playmate. Did you see Greer leave?" - he turned to her, putting his flipper arms forward to brace, either agaisnt the pretty girl falling or him falling on her. After Awen's floor accident the Dude felt every precaution was good enough. Girls and their heels ...
Emelyn Em leaned subconsciously away from the extended flipper- it was an automatic gesture for her with her history of men- usually European men- grabbing whatever they liked. Her back foot went back to support her, and she ended up bending her knees and bowing a bit to settle her balance. Afterwards, she felt a little badly- hoping that he wasn't getting the message that she wanted to be physically away from him at all costs. So she straightened, an apologetic look on her face. "Sorry. I've not seen her for a while. Maybe she went outside to give the appetizers a proper burial."
The Dude "Oh god, yeah the crickets ... or the grasshoppers or whatever they had there. She actually might have ..." - the Dude pulled his flippers away and scratched his beard, looking out into the dark. Then he focused back on Emelyn and smiled: "Thanks for being sweet to her." - he nodded. "With the shirt and all ... other stuff."
Emelyn She furrowed her eyebrows in question, then loosened them as he explained. "Oh. No, don't mention it- I'd do it for anyone. She's so great, and I heard the way people have been talking about her transformation. ...In all these... hushed tones, like they were talking about an illness. So I just wanted to do something that would make her feel a little more normal."
The Dude "Thank you. For that especially." - he nodded again. There was a pause then he spoke up again. "I didn't think it would be so hard to watch her change. I didn't expect that it would be far harder then to accept one's own mutation." The Dude shrugged and left it at that.
Emelyn Em moved aside a bit, so that she was standing out of the way of the tent flap, and she eased the tone of her voice into one of a low, easy one that wouldn't be carried throughout the celebration. "You've been having trouble?" It was more of a prompt for him to continue to speak, than a legitimate question. It was obvious there was something on the Dude's mind.
The Dude "I hate being helpless when someone I care for deeply is loosing everything she used to be." - he summarized the situation. "One more injection and she'll have no arms. And while I can tell her that it's okey and that everything will work out, but a completely different things for me to believe it myself, noweday. It's one thing to grow a few feathers. But with this new injection she has moved so far beyond human ... that part of me cannot accept that. Gosh, how do I put it ... it's that even though we are all changing within, out perception of self is not altered too much, but when others change, our perception of them IS. Do you follow? And I don't want Greer's face to disappear completely, but it's going to, isn't it ... aaaand I am dumping way too much stuff on you right now, so I should probably put on my party hat and go dance, ey?" - he straightened out and put his flippers into his pockets, avoiding Emelyn's eyes.
Emelyn As much as she'd been physically avoiding him before, now she moved herself directly in front of him, so he couldn't help but see anything past her probing, careful eyes. "Can I ask you a question?" She said, intercepting his view of the dance floor he'd referenced.
The Dude "Yeah, sure" - he nodded, looking into the blue eyes, still very much frowning.
Emelyn He was looking directly into her eyes now, and so she probed into his with a poignant pause, before letting her voice ask, "Are you in love with her?"
The Dude "Huh?" - the Dude's jaw literally dropped. "Now, that is out of left field. Define love" - he quirked his eyebrow at Emelyn
Emelyn She smiled softly. "It's not really that surprising a question. When a man agonizes over a woman like that- it brings up the wonder if it's because he loves her." She put a hand out to touch his arm, comfortingly... but at the last minute, decided to cross her arms in front of her, instead. "I can see then, how it would be hard for you to see her change, and to know that she's going to change even more. And I know what you mean, about how it's easier to deal with the internal, rather than what's happening to someone else. One, you can at least feel like you can control- at least, you have the power over your attitude. ...But when something happens to someone you love..." her voice fell silent, and her mind was filled with one aching thought... "you feel so helpless." But the differences between this situation, and the one that echoed painfully in her memory were immediately brought to mind, and she voiced it with true, almost hopeful emotion. "But at least you know... she's going to be okay. After all this is said and done, she'll have a lifetime to cope with this, to learn to accept it and maybe even love it. So even if you feel helpless... at least you can have the comfort that the end result isn't... her being taken away from you."
The Dude "I dunno, you have a pretty broad definition of love. I care for Greer, that's for sure. But I'm pleading the fifth on the L thing. But ... how do I put it ... humans are not supposed to love birds. OR sealions. OR wolves. It's a built in instinct that the Scottish have suppressed." - he tried to crack a lame a** joke.
Emelyn She shrugged, only giving a cursory smile to let him know she wasn't going to gloss over his attempt at a joke. "I don't know. I love animals. And yes, I know... not that way," she said, rolling her eyes before he could make an inappropriate comment, "...But... I don't know. I think we're all still going to be "human" in the end. At least, what makes a human different than the other animals. And it'll be the human in us that will be attracted to each other. I mean..." she struggled for a way to explain it, "it's not as if the hedgehog in me is the one who's attracted to... well... a wolf. That's a predator. But something in us still lets us connect."
The Dude "No no ... I see your point. Love, after all, conuqers all. But me and Greer, we have known each other for maybe a month. I am not a believer that something as profound as love happens a first sight. Infatuation - sure. But love is a complex thing ... and now I can't get over the beastiality problem. Did that moron Moreau even forsee that? I bet he did. I bet he is getting a helluva kick out of it, too."
Emelyn She wrinkled her brows again- this time in a little bit of distaste. "I don't really see it as bestiality. ...And I don't believe in love at first sight, either. There's no such thing. But I don't think the sort of love you do have for Greer will go away- no matter what, I think you'll still care about what happens to her."
The Dude "Okey okey, that was too strong of a word. But why did this all happen to Greer? She is such a sweet kid. She's wonderful! And now I can't kiss her. That ******** SUCKS. And I do not want to avoid her, but it's weird. And who knows what will happen next ... she still has her brown human eyes. What will happen if her eyes become like that of a hawk? Have you ever looked into the eyes of a hawk? They are expressionless. They do not show love, or happiness or tenderness. Just intensity of a bird of prey." The Dude sighed. If nothing else, it was helping to voice his own fears. There was no solutions to any of the problems he had just listed. But at least the somber thoughts were coming out of his chest into the open. Somehow, then, they became easier to deal with.
Emelyn Emelyn was silent for a long while. She both understood everything The Dude had said... but also wanted to open his eyes, for him... and didn't know which to vocalize. In the end, what came out was a hybrid. "Why did it happen to any of us? Why are any of us going to suffer from one strange change after another? We can't ask those questions... not unless we're satisfied with never having the answers. I know you're afraid," she said, hoping he wouldn't do the typical 'man' and deny the feelings that were so evident, coming through his eyes, "and this really won't be easy. ...But... grow up," she whispered. "You can still kiss her. Just not the same way. And you can still hold her, and know that behind expressionless eyes, there is a person inside that you feel very strongly for."
The Dude "Yeah yeah .. I know. I can be a big boy and suck it up." - he sighed with frustration. "Behind the hawk's mask there will still be Greer. Behind the whiskers there will still be me ..." - he put his flipper on his face, covering his eyes. "I am sorry for dumping this on you, Emelyn. I'm sure you have plenty of your own problems to deal with ... and" - he paused, his face still covered by the brown hand. "... and be careful about this romance thing. God knows what will tomorrow bring ..."
Emelyn Em smiled. "No worries." She shrugged. "As far as I'm concerned, I have no problems to deal with right now. Everything that's been worrying me... well..." she looked out into the night with a hopeful, if not cautious eye, "it can wait. ...Tomorrow will bring better things if we can keep our wits about us."
The Dude The Dude grunted something non-comital regarding brighter tomorrows and leaned on against one of the tent's poles. It wasn't like him to loose his nerve like that. It wasn't like him to not see the sunshine and only the sunshine. He gave Emelyn a side long look:
"Strange how for every single one of our problems, the solution is the same - ignore, avoid, pretend it's not there, go on living. Not just this little situation, but conversation I've had with Ambrose, Karma, Greer. Like animals who rarely worry about tomorrow, unless the instinct tells them to." - he said quietly.
Emelyn "...I never thought about that. But I guess it makes sense," Em said, surprised she hadn't thought of it herself. "Animals won't survive long if they dwell on the past. Animals tend to live for the moment. It's a protection." The word stuck in her throat, suddenly- she didn't realize she'd said it, or why the word seemed so comforting to her. "Huh..." she said, voicing her thoughts aloud. "I didn't mean to say protection." She put her curved index finger up to rest on her bottom lip, thoughtful and wondering how much of an animal she was becoming.
The Dude He finally grinned at Emelyn from behind his dreadlocks, but it was a crooked kinda grin: "Well, we all are turning into animals, so I suppose it's not a surprise that the basic instincts kick in. What is weird for me is that I'm the one worried about it all. That aint' right ..."
Emelyn "Well, maybe your animal side senses danger easier than you do." A corner of her mouth went up, amused. "It seems we're all getting a little more mellow, at least at this point in the game, before the stronger instincts take over... bowing to the gentle side of the animal. ...Maybe you were just so mellow, you... outmellowed a sea lion, and it's starting to take over a little." She uncrossed her arms.
The Dude "That sound like quite a feat - to outmellow a sea lion. Then again, they are only lazy bums above water. I've dived with them - in the ocean they are speed and precision." - he looked up at the sky. "Hey Em, what does hydrophobe means? Does it really mean 'being afraid of water'. Or not?"
Emelyn The sudden change in subject surprised her, and she blinked, digging in her memory for the little latin she knew, only to realize that it was her even worse Greek that she needed. "Um... yeah, I'm pretty sure. Hydros is water, and Phobos is fear. I think you can also call it aquaphobia, though, too. ...Why? I know you're not afraid of water." The Dude "Just, thinking about the ocean reminded me" - he explained the sudden jump in conversation: "The blue haired girl, Awen - she said that she is a hydrophobe ... how can one be afraid of water?" - he asked, still not computing the conecept.
Emelyn "Oh god... the poor thing," Em said, putting her hand up to her cheek- yet another unconscious movement of someone who practically spoke with their hands. "Is that how the doctor got her here?"
The Dude "Yeah. But seriously. Doesn't one need water to live? I mean - you gotta drink. You gotta wash yourself." - he furrowed his eyebrow and chewed on the lower lip.
Emelyn "I doubt she's afraid of all water. It's more... afraid of what water can do. ...You can drown in water. It can consume you, choke you. Besides, the reason they call them phobias instead of just fears, is because phobias are irrational. ...I'm an aichmophobe, myself. ...Irrational fear of knives."
The Dude "I do not think fear of knives can be described as irrational" - he countered.
Emelyn She crossed her arms in front of her again and huffed a laugh. "Let me put it this way. If you were to go over to that table and start carving in it with a pocket knife... I'd leave. In my mind, I'd think... 'oh no, what if he lost control of it, or pressed too hard, and it flicked out of his hand... and flew over and cut me?' ...Everyone may be a little afraid of knives, and what they could do. But I always imagine the absolute worst case scenario. If there's a knife on a counter... I'm going to bump into it, and it's going to slide off the edge and right into my foot. ...Awen- and that's her name, by the way," she indicated the blue haired girl, "probably sees the worst case scenario with water." ...Suddenly, the conversation didn't seem so off-subject to Emelyn anymore. ...Worst case scenario- wasn't that almost what The Dude was concerned about? Picking out the difficult in a situation. The poignancy was ...striking.
The Dude "Ah. I think I get it. Wow, I hope she's not turning into a fish then. Leave it to Moreau to come up with something twisted like that ..." - he nodded and left the topic be. After his half a** attempt at being honest with Greer fell by the way side, he now felt bad for even allowing it to surface. Suck it up, be a man. But what this boiled down to now was that Sean wanted to see Greer really bad. If nothing else, to apologize.
"To go back to our earlier conversation topic ... what will happen to all of us come spring? Will the basic instincts kick in? What's your take on that?"
Emelyn Emelyn exhaled her breath in a ragged confusion she didn't know she'd had pent up. "I don't know. ...I think we'll all act differently. Some people may actually lose some of the hangups that they've been... well.. hung up with." She laughed. "...But I actually think that a few of us will give in to the instinct. It's strong. Even now, I think I can feel it, and this is only a fourth of the way there."
The Dude "Yeah, I think so to. What kinda of instinct are you feeling, if you don't mind me asking?" - he quireked his eyebrow curiously
Emelyn Emelyn thought about the question, intent to answer as honestly as possible, considering she didn't even know entirely herself. "Well... I think the best way to describe it is, I'm not afraid as easily. ...But still, I really want to take care of myself. ...No, not take care of- more like, I know I'm safe, but only as long as I keep up my end of things- know where I stand. It's ...very strange."
The Dude "Not afraid as easily? That's good." - he nodded. "I just want to be in the water a lot. I mean, I dived a bit. But I didn't want to just stay in the water all day long ..." - he smiled.
Emelyn "Hm... wanna know something...utterly odd? ...My favorite animal is the hedgehog. I don't know if that's some strange coincidence, or what. But I was shocked when Moreau told me what I was going to be."
The Dude "Maybe he's a mindreader ..." - the Dude shrugged unenthusiastically. He refused to give Moreau even an ounce of slack. If he turned Emelyn into her favorite animal, then it must have been just been an instance of his evil genius failing."But that's good for you" - he patted her on the head. The Dude was so substantially taller then Emelyn at her 5'3'' that that was teh easiest place to reach. besides, her shoulders were bare and he didn't know what she'd think about body contact.
Emelyn "Oi!" She said, surprised at the sudden headpat. "You better not make a habit of that. These things are going to be a lot firmer soon, I'm guessing." She shook her head, and the quills that she'd tried to tease into standing at attention for her costume wiggled limply.
The Dude "Aich, you are quite spikey" - he pulled his hand away in surprise. "Maybe the reason Moreau decided to make you a hedgehog was b/c you kinda are one anyway." - he smiled to himself and left it at that. "I think we should go back to the party maybe. Well, at least you should. I want to track down Greer ..."
Emelyn "Mm..." she agreed, suddenly feeling defensive at having been called 'spiky'. ...She doubted it referred to her quills. "I should go find Ambrose, anyway. He's probably looking for me," she said.
The Dude "He probably is. Thanks Em. For listening and all this stuff." - he nodded his head.
Emelyn "Anytime," she said, almost dismissively, still wondering what parts of her were... 'spiky' as she clicked off on her two black heels, in search of someone who perhaps saw the 'smoother' parts of her personality.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 12:22 am
((Continued from the Halloween party. Lemme know if you need me to delete this post. ^^))
Amaya silently closed the door the the Dude's room and grabbed an extra blanket from his closet, throwing it over him to make sure he was warm enough. To her, it was kinda cold in the room... even though she knew she was cold blooded, she couldn't tell wether anyone else found it uncomfortable. Better safe then sorry.
After making sure he was covered she pulled a chair over to the side of his bed and grabbed a spare sheet as well, wrapping herself in it and balling up on it.
Even though she swore to herself she would stay up all night, she rather quickly fell asleep. Her dreams were confusing and jumbled, containing the things that had happened just hours before. Of course, she wouldn't remember any of it when she woke up.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 12:53 pm
The Dude had spent the entire night in a dreamless oblivion. The microchip was still exerting slight counter current on his brain stem, enough to keep him knocked out but his heart and breathing rate stable. Moreau was playing a dangerous game here with the microchip. Sure, 99 attempts out of a 100 had a complete reawakening of the subject without any detrimental effects. But there was still that 1 in a 100 chance that the ever so slight counter current exerted by the chip would be too strong, that the vital systems of the body would be affected and the subject's heart would stop. It's not like he got a chance to test it on a 100 men yet ...
Eventually the timing of the program activated by the doctor timed out and the Dude slowly returned from the sleep-like state. He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. Where was he? Wasn't he just at the party right now? Why was he horizontal? Turning his head to the side he saw a dark haired girl curled up in the armchair next to his bed. He was in his room, he slowly realized ... what was this girl's name?
"A ... amaya?" - he asked, hoping he was right there.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 1:01 pm
A snort escaped the girl's scale covered nose as her head fell from the back rest of the chair. Catching herself she rose her head and turned to the voice, eyes straining to open in tiny slits. "Yeah... yeah." Taking a deep breath she rubbed her eyes with her long, clawed fingers. "Sorry, I was going stay up to make sure you were okay but I fell asleep... are you alright?"
Blinking a few times she looked down at him, eyes filled with sleepy concern as her long toes curling around the edge of the chair before she tightened the blanket around herself so most parts of her body were covered. Dude hadn't seen her changed, had he?
Oh well, not the time to think about that. She needed to make sure he was alright.
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