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....Ohhhh boy.

Kim's face right there was probabely very priceless - a mix of many emotions and undecision. What to do ? What the hell was she supposed to do ?!? He sounded like he had lost a few marbles...

She sent a glance at Lauren, then followed his insticts, so to say... croutching beside him.

"Im here... You're not alone. I promise." She wouldn't tell him everything was okay. Because things definitively wasn't.

Stewart almost jumped when the blond girl hugged him. Wasn't she scared by the way he looked? Why were these girls not running away from him? He was almost convinced that no one would ever want to talk to him again, he was sure that it would never happen to him. The changes that affected the others. Finally he said in a very small voice "Aren't you two digusted by the way I look? I'm no longer completly human... I'm turning into a monster, and it scares me."

Lauren watched the interaction, she really cared about him and it was helping him. Did she like that? What did she really want?

Her head was spinning again, it hurt terribly bad.

"Yeah, I'm not completly human either, doesn't change who I am. I'm still me. . . I think." Lauren said, forcing the words out through the confusion in her mind. "I think ya look alright. . . for a priest."

This was not where she needed to be, too much conflict and confusion.

"Look, here I'm not feeling well, and it's not you." She said clearly to Stewart. "And it's not you either, please. . . ur help him?" It was almost a question as if she didn't believe she was asking this of someone. "I got to go, I feel sick and Damnit again it's not YOU." Her tail twitched as she ran off just as quickly as she came towards them. "Oh and nearly forgot." She threw the piece of cloth back at the priest, turning to run back towards her duplex again.

Her head was still spinning questioning her concern and her actions. They just weren't normal, weren't hers.

The yellow mongoose is a very social creature.

Kim smilled a bit, flicking a bang away and securing the bag strap on her shoulder here again.

"It's okay." She said, not caring weither or not he had heard her as she turned and left as well, heading torward her duplex. A nap seemed a good idea... A whole lot of questions, thoughts, and overall ******** collided in her head.

Pyroth was hungry again. It was so irritating this newfound metabolism that had seemed to surface in him, all it caused was hassle. Before he would probably have been too out of it for most of the day to notice whatever hunger there was, he knew that the fireweed had dulled out pain, so why not his hunger too. Now however, there were no distractions from the growling and grumbling of his stomach and he had given in and crept back down to the cafeteria.

It was a decision he would most likely regret later, he hated feeling full, it usually equated with feeling wretched but for now he was in a good mood and later didn't matter. As he made his way across the villiage to the cafeteria, his keen sense of smell, still unnervingly sharp to him caught a familiar scent,a sharp green one which stopped him in his tracks.

Nah..he had to be imagining it, chalk it up to withdrawal.

He shook his head to clear it of the "imagined" smell and stepped into the permenantly food-stocked room, letting the smells of cooked meat and vegetables wash over him, hiding any other scents.

And Amaya was here. Good. As long as Kim wasn't present to think him a pig for double helpings, it was good. He picked up a helping of ham and turkey and made his way over to sit near the other islander, he had long since stopped caring if others minded his precence. If he worried about that, he would never get to socialise.

"Hello." he said with a grin, "having a good day? Or at least as a good a one as is possible in this place."

Carrying her laptop and the pile of magazines Joliette felt the call of the one food she never wanted to eat. Watching the floor as she walked she wandered into the cafeteria, her heavy feet trudging across the linoleum her claws clicking on the floor as she headed for the meat.

The second person however she noticed enter. It was a rather scaley Joliette, whom she hadn't seen after her change either. "Hey Joliette." She said happily, not wanting to dwell on any of the new changes. She really didn't look that bad... kinda like how her scales had started to form after the first change.

"I got something from him, but it was mostly just a gift to rub in my face." Amaya took a bite from her salad, chewing it before replying as well. "But, knowing that he has cameras and microphones everywhere, I told him off." She smirked. "So yes, I'm feeling pretty good and I hope this good spirit will last at least some time before more drama happens."