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 Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 1:10 pm
"Yeah .. fine. Struck with amnesia, though. What happened? Did ... did I just DREAM I smacked Moreau or what?" - there was a strong sense of dissapointment in his voice there.
He sat down on the bed and scratched his head, looking around quite bewildered still. There was sun shining outside so he must have been zonked out for quite a while. Did Amaya really stay here all night to watch over him????
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 1:14 pm
"No, you got him alright. After that you two fought a little bit and then he said something like... 'Subject Carroll Sleep' or something. Then you just kinda... zonked unconscious." Amaya frowned and curled the blanket tighter around her small frame. The scales on her face seemed duller then they normally should have been, having become a rather dull green due to her lack of basking throughout the night since the party. The air conditioner inside the room wasn't helping either.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 1:25 pm
Oh yeah ... she was right. The events of last night began to slowly come back in the Dude's head. Moreau's sneering face, Aubrey's shocked expression, Ambrose, looking horribly indecisive at first, then coming out for support and Awen, trying to keep the peace ...
"WOW. It's insane that he can put us out by word alone. Megalomaniac b*****d ..." - he grumbled, feelign a bit defeated. But still, he smacked Moreau good. Part of the Dude was extremely excited aboutit, but most of him felt sick. He was not a violent man. There was not question about the fact that Moreau deserved it, but it also made him feel like a beast. But it was for Greer ... and all the other people on the island.
"It was very nice of you to come watch over me like that, Amaya." - he smiled at her. "Who brougth me here? Couldn't have just been you alone ..." Then he noticed that the girl was shivering: "Are you okey?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 1:33 pm
Amaya nodded with small smile, glad that he seemed alright. Her face still looked tired as she spoke. "Thanks, it's alright. Ambrose, some woman with spikey hair, and that Aubrey lady carried you here." She smiled slightly in jest. "I'm probably too wimpy to even lift one of your arms."
She then frowned at the question and cursed her new, altered body. "Just a little cold. I'm cold-blooded now, so I have trouble keeping warm a lot..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 1:40 pm
"Aubrey helped? Moreau LET her?" - the Dude's jaw hit the floor and a bad sense of foreboding settled inside his stomach. Surely Moreau didn't instruct her to help carry the bumm that hit him in the face. Aubrey dissobeyed the doctor! WOW. The unthinkable has actually happened ...
"Well, let's get you outside into the sun, then" - he stood up and offered his hand to pull Amaya out of the chair. "Sun and food will fix things, I am sure ..."
And the two headed for the cafeteria (the RP moves there now.)
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 8:44 pm
The next time you go to sleep and wake up, you'll find that your weed, whereever you've been storing it is completely gone. You'll also find that the alchohol you had, and the alchohol in the Beach Bar is completely gone. Also, your cigarettes are gone as well.
The island is now, officially dry since you hit Moreau, no drugs, no alchohol, no cigarettes.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 4:40 pm
Joliette looked through her pile of envelopes she went through them as carefully as possible having already poked holes in the corners of many of them by accident with her new claws.
She found the one she was looking for and slid it under the door of her friend.
Note Enclosed with Merry Christmas Dude I couldn't think of anything else to give my friends so I holed up in the darkroom for a few hours pouring through my Photographic work and thought you might like this one... ~Joliette
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 4:29 pm
Sometime in the middle of the night, a grey-furred figure quietly makes a stop on your doorstop to deposit a cloth-wrapped package. The cloth is cut from a scrap piece of blue tarp from the looks of things, and tied shut with a length of rope.
Pinned to it is a note on Feral Labs stationary (much like the pad found in all of your duplexes in the desk drawer), penned in an elegant, confident hand.
Quote: Dude, I haven't seen you in what seems like forever now... and I hope that you're doing alright. I want to apologize again for some of my actions towards you and Greer... and I really do want to see the two of you happy. I really hope that the tension that was there was not the reason I have seen little of either of you lately. I still consider you my friend, and I worry about you and your absence. I no longer see your face at the beach or the cafeteria and I hope that nothing has happened to you. Here's a small token of my thoughts - I hope that it finds you well. Your buddy, ~ Ambrose Maurlias
And once the rope is cut or untied, inside the package is a small, handcarved Sealion figure carved out of driftwood. "Keep on Swimming, ~ Ambrose" Is carved into the bottom.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 6:57 pm
Hargun made her way out of her duplex quickly, irritated with herself for not doing this sooner. In one of her arms was a few pieces of paper with scribbly writing, and several, tiny little clay figures, each wrapped in a makeshift red ribbon for a tag. Each also had a label to whom it was for. Most of them were hearts, but a few were animal shapes. She pulled out one shaped like a little sea lion.  Then she placed it down near the door, on top of a letter that read (In terrible handwritting): Quote: Dear Dude, Hey! Hows it going buddy? Well, guess what idiot forgot what day it was? Thats right, me. So, just incase this is late, Im sorry. Thanks Dude for being such an awesome friend, and for being there for me when I needed the help. I hope this little guy will be there for you too when I cant.. I feel guilty that youre one of the only ones whose stepped up against Moreau like you did. Happy Holidays; stay out of trouble! <3 Love, Hargun
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 12:19 am
When you awake in your room on Christmas morning. You find that it smells... weird.
When you move you realize that it is difficult.
You find that your room, from the floor to above your height in the bed, has been COVERED in Coal.
It is high enough to make it nearly impossible to get around or even get to your clothes in the dresser (or defintly not on the floor).
No inch of the duplex has been spared, so you can't even try to push it in any direction.
You will probably have to work just to open the door.
Merry Christmas Dude!
Bah Humbug from Moreau!
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 8:31 pm
That night, at 3am on the dot, there is a LOUD sound of an explosion, originating from the sky above the Island. Looking out, or anyoune outside would look up to see a brief fireball in the sky. Following that, any power that is on begins to flicker, going through a few brownouts before finally shutting down altogether. If you happen to be awake at that point - you would notice all the lights around you, any electronic equipment that wasn't battery operated flicker and die. However, within a few seconds of the final powersurge and failure, you find yourself being pulled into a forced unconsciousness.
When you wake up, it is midafternoon the following day, though it would vary within a few hours depending on the individual. You are NOT in your duplex. You wake up to find yourself on a rock just out of the shore, surrounded by the ocean.
All of the buildings on the island are in 'shutdown' mode. This means that everything is locked tight. If you attempt to force your way into any of the buildings, your own duplex and the Town Hall included, then you will find that from the outside at the very least, they are impenetrable. If any window was broken - it is now fixed. All of the lights are off - in every building. Even the electric fence surrounding the main laboratory is turned off - though still closed. Attempts to break into the main complex will be met with equal lack of luck as breaking into a duplex or the town hall.
The only items you have on you are the items that you would have been wearing when you were asleep/fell unconscious: including clothing and perhaps a few battery-powered electronics IF You would have been wearing them. That's it. Everything else is where you left it - if it was in your duplex, it still is and you can't get to it.
There is no sign of what happened to the staff. The labs are quiet from the outside.
Welcome to the Wild.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 2:02 pm
For RP Purposes of other players:
The Dude is officially missing. His duplex has been locked and the lights are off.
((For The Dude:
Since he hasn't been RP'd in 3 months, ICly we're assuming that something went wrong - either illness, mistake with his serum, etc and he has been brought into the labs.
We welcome you back whenever you're ready to return - just drop us a line and we'll do a re-entry scenario with you and go over details of what's been going on. smile ))
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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