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Sayuri shook her head.
'I have only met Emerwyn before this,' she said as she got a drink for herself.
'I have met more people, but have not seen them here yet. I hope that I will,' she sipped the juice drink, not wanting to have any alcohol at this early time.
'You have not been on Island long?' she asked, moving the cup from hand to hand.

Thom was well and truely drunk. If he had to spend the evening in a dress, then he damn well didn't plan on remembering it in the morning. Shortly after arriving he had kidnapped a generous bottle of alcohol from the bar table and curled up at one end of it, for the time being laying low and hoping no one investigated closely enough to recognize him.

Sadly, his good fortune couldn't last forever. But by the time Miller wound up watching him from a few feet away, Thom couldn't have cared less that he was in a dress nor thought it odd in the slightest. He reclined back in his seat with the quarter-full bottle in one hand, glancing over to the 'normie' and fixing him with a slightly blurred stare. "What d'you wan', then, eh?" Sweeping the hat off his head, he set it on the table, turning his glare instead to it. "No' my fault, issit? Didn' pick th' ruddy costume, didn' even know th' wassa bloomin' party. But 'eh, issa party, 'ave a good time, righ'? Wha're you supposed t' be?"

Scratch that, not only was it a snake man in a dress, it was a drunk man snake in a dress, was there anything on this island other then him and Shenzi that wasn't going to leave horrible mental images in his mind?

And to make matters worse the snake started to talk to him. "M-me? I just... I nothing I..." his mouth moved behind the mask but he couldn't find the words to describe the situation. "N-Na-Nazgul... from that that movie the one with hobbits and stuff..." Slowly Miller pulled a seat over to the table where Thom was sitting and sat down across from him. "You... you're like... that girl... Ni-Nita right? She said... she said things happen, you turn in to fur- animals, you turn in to animals around here."

"Nazzgul," he repeated, lifting his eyes from the hat and brightening up slightly. "Lord of th' Rin's, read tha' again recen'ly. Good book, tha'. Saw th' movie once." He nodded thoughtfully to himself, attempting to dredge up a memory of said movie. It had been pretty good, from what he remembered. Left out Tom Bombadillo, which was bad. But overall good. Yes. He couldn't quite remember right now.

Miller's words dredged him back to the present, and he quirked a brow, a toothy grin spreading across his face. "You're new 'ere, arentcha? 'Normal', shall we say? Won't be for long. 'Ere now." Pushing back his chair, he drew up one side of the dress, which might have seemed a tad inappropriate until it revealed his shortened leg, claw-like 'foot' and all. "D'you b'lieve now?"

Miller nodded slowly to the snakes response, "I've never... read it I o-only saw the movie a fe-few times." Even from behind the mask Miller tried to avoid eye contact with Thom in any way trying to look past him and hold a normal conversation and ignore the snake man that he was.

"Y-yah, I just arrived two... two days ago..." He gulped slowly feeling his whole body shake, it was just like Nita had said. No way this could all just be one bad dream as much as he wished it was. "Eh wha?!" He turned away at first not sure what Thom was up to lifting his dress like that, but when he looked back it was no less disturbing then the action it's self, "Wh-what the hell... h-how? Nita said... said there was a serum they give you... I got a shot when I a-arive is that wh-what happens?"

Pyroth appeared back at the party a little later than he had originally intended to, he hadn't found Bobby but he had found time to polish off what was left in one of his opened bottles of JD in his duplex, leaving the other two, unopened ones out for Jamal. He had forgotten how potently alcohol affected canines though and was already a bit shaky and zigzaggy in his walking as he strolled back into the party.

It had gotten busier since he'd been there last, which was definately a good thing, he was able to wend his way to the drinks table unnoticed for the most part. Once there he hopped up onto his hind legs again, resting his eight on his forpaws and the table. Good, he could stay upright like this provided he held his tail just so. Looking about for anyone nearby he asked aloud.

"Anyone pour a man a drink?" with a smirk. If no one heard him, he could care less, he'd just end up making more of a mess tryhing to do it himself.

Tristan half turned. It was the 'princess' from earlier that was dancing with the dog. "Well, your majesty, it's the land of beautifully fake women, fast cars and overpaid egos. It's where I had lived.. before I became a member of this zoo."

Upon closer inspection of the female, she was some sort of feline but he couldn't name the exact kind. "Damn, I bet you get all kinds of cracks for being a female and a feline. Here, p***y, p***y, p***y. Can I pet the p***y... cat?" He ran his hand through his hair and grinned broadly, "Forgive me, I think I've had a little too much to drink." Of course, this didn't stop him from pouring himself some more.

Finally Miller settled on the easiest solution, he closed his eyes and made sure he stared stright ahead at Thom as they spoke. "Yah... two days, some guy with white hair Dr. Sabin I think gave it to me. Said it was to keep us from getting sick..." It made sense how easily they could cover it up and make people feel safe and secure at first. "I came here for a job. I guess I signed my self up..." his head doped down realizeing what a mistake he had made. "I was takeing a vacation to the Carabiean, blew my collage saveings on it and what ever else I had, so I found a help wanted ad and now I'm here as a 'medical test subject.' though I know another girl who's here for a so called 'rehab' clinic." He raised his head again, famous? He sure as hell didn't look like any famous people, at least not any more.