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 Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 3:40 pm
Marshall had been wondering one of the greatest questions of all time while his older brother was flustered and a giant gorilla crashed the party. It wasn't "What is the meaning of life" or "Did the chicken come before the egg", but some thing much more deep and meaningful:
...HOW THE BLOODY HELL DOES SOME ONE OPEN UP A CAN OF COKE WITH FLIPPERS!
He stared at the aluminum cylinder, before an imaginary lightbulb appeared over his head. This light-bulb, for the sake of argument, could only be described as a 4-watt considering his next move.
"HI-YAH!" he called, crashing his beak into the top of the can, creating a perfect circle for sipping. Mind you he could've easily asked Oz to do this but still, why not find a use for a beak?
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 3:53 pm
Gaius finally gave up, tossing the can over to Oz with a defeated smile. "Looks like I'll be investing in one of those can-opener keychains! That or go for bottles..."
He jumped at Marshall's sudden yell and spun around to stare as the penguin punched his beak through the soda can. He blinked... and blinked again and broke into a fit of laughter. It was like watching a cartoon!
"Well at least Marshall's well-adjusted!" he snickered.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 4:24 pm
If there hadn't been any fur on her face, one would have seen her sheepish blush. She yearned to twiddle her thumbs but they were a bit too stiff, so she opted for flattening her ears akimbo to her head.
She turned just in time to watch Marshall slam his beak into his can and after a moment of staring, she doubled over laughing. God! But whatever worked, right? Guys were just so weird...it was like BT all over again!
"He's got a built in can-opener," she said with a grin. "Lord, with I can barely handle my swiss army knife with these things" - she gave her hands a wave - "Might have to start making trips to a watering hole like a real animal."
She wondered briefly if she could drink out of her faucet. Hm.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 4:33 pm
"You wouldn't want to drink from the lake if you'd seen what I saw swimming around in there," Oz commented idly, his concentration fixed on the can first and foremost.
"Some kind of purple...squid thing...a friggin shark and a mermaid..." he said, pulling all kinds of concentration faces as he fiddled with the can.
Whilst he was a fortunte member in this group to still have digits, they were now much bigger and clumsier than he could manage. Upon finally lifting the ring pull enough to slip a finger, the blasted metal broke! Oz threw the ringpull to the ground in frustration and had a sudden realisation that anything with latches or buttons were going to be very difficult from now on.
He watched Marshall with curiosity, then stared down at the can.
"Sod it, follow the leader!" he exclaimed and firmly bit into the top of the can with one of his now enhanced, large canine teeth.
Fizzing and spilling a little, Oz handed the can back to a giggiling Gaius with an almost perfectly round drinking hole.
"Pingu over there is a smart bird."
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 4:51 pm
Gaius took the fizzing drink, still chuckling at the antics. "Don't tell him that! He'll only get more crazy ideas!" He slurped noisly from the can, thankful that he still had lips, even if it was a bit of a trial-by-error process of getting the can to his unusually distant mouth.
His ears swiveled about and he glanced over at the striped girl, glad to see her enjoying herself. He took another long sip of his soda, about to say something deep, something meaningful, when...
*Uuuurrrrp!* Gaius belched. "Gah! Sorry 'bout that!" He blushed, ears flicking back against his head.
Recovering his composure, Gaius scratched the back of his neck with a hoof and glanced around the group. "So... uh, I haven't seen some of you guys for a while... I was just wondering when was the last time you changed?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 5:17 pm
At the description of the creatures 'from the black lagoon', you couldn't really say that Gloria was horrified. If anything, she was more interested in checking it out. Curiosity killed the cat and all that jazz, but she was no feline! Not that being a striped a** was a step up from a kitty, but...
For all the problems that their transformations had caused them and for all the frustration she had felt for her own, she couldn't help but find amusement from all the different methods one could come up with for opening a can. A task that had once been so simple had become so complicated, and instead of being angry, she was tickled.
"I think resourceful is a better word," she said, eyes crinkling with laughter. "I think I'll pass any drinks for now, it seems way too troubleso--"
Uuuurrrrp!
Her ears stood ramrod straight as she turned to Gaius, a grin plastered on her face. Normally she would have given a score, but she refrained, giving her head a playful shake as if to say 'men!'.
Upon the mention of their transformations, she clopped her hooves together thoughtfully. A few days ago, maybe? Definitely not long enough to become accustomed to its finality - could she get anymore horsey looking?
"Four days? Maybe less, I can't remember very well," she replied, mouth becoming slack as she tried her damnest to remember. One ear ticked backwards, the corner of her lips pulling taut. The look died as she gave up trying to pinpoint the exact timing.
"What about you, Mr. Pony?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 5:22 pm
Oz found his eyelids still feeling heavy, but what else would you expect after a restless night, tossing and turning on his roof with muscle pain? His head 'nodded' a few times, each time Oz forcing his eyes open and awake to keep up.
"Yeah...what Stripes said," he said lazily. It seems they'd transformed at a similar time then. He wondered if hers was as painful as his had been?
Oz was still in the 'bitter' phase about his transformation, and would need some strong convincing to talk about it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 5:44 pm
"Ah, pretty recently, huh?" Gaius fiddled with his half-empty can. His mind went back to the feverish night... the dreams he had...
"I changed... two weeks ago? Wow, been half a month already... It doesn't hurt anymore, but I'm still not used to it..." He held up a hand and gave the hoof part a sad wiggle. "I was kinda hoping I'd be able to keep my index finger at least... but I guess I'm lucky to still have my thumbs, eh?"
He took another slurp of his drink and chuckled. "The worst part had to be growing these things." He jerked a thumb over his back at the massive wings hanging from his shoulders. "Who'd be crazy enough to give a horse wings anyways?"
Giving his head an amused toss, Gaius finished off the soda and set it down beside the grill. A quick check showed the bricks to be nice and hot. Now they only needed one more thing...
"So... uh, where's the food?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 6:31 pm
Her ears fell back in a sympathetic fashion; in a way, she was just as bitter as Oz was. Being played with like she was some kind of doll you dress up and change made her bristle with anger, which had lead her to break many things inside of her room - she had yet to clean up, not that she thought she was going to.
Her rounded shoulders bunched upwards, her breath becoming short before she released it with a snort. Gloria was trying her best to crush the anger perverting her mind, but putting up a front just got so tiring!
Swallowing, she replaced her frown with a smile and shook her head.
"My thumbs barely move," she said, rotating them slowly. "I really hope it's just a side effect. I couldn't bear having to be taken care of just because I can't manage everyday tasks." Feeling was a rare thing as well, since there was only a small, tender part within her hand. She flipped them over to stare at where her palms had once been.
Not being able to touch things as much as she did...
"Who'd be crazy enough to turn us into animals?" She gave a sad smile and shook her head, "Did it hurt?"
Assuming they came out of his shoulders, they probably had hurt; it was a dumb question, she knew. The zebra leaned forward, head canting, and touched one of the pinions.
"Oh! Food!" Her dark eyes lit up suddenly. She fell silent...
"Carajo!" Her father would have killed her for that. "I don't think I can eat meat. Last time I tried...well, can't exactly throw it up."
She wanted to caterwaul. Her? Not allowed meat?! Despite not having a taste for alcohol, she suddenly felt like getting wasted.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 10:15 pm
Marshall had a prideful smirk on his beak (however one manages that), mostly because of Oz's compliment. His advantage was that, unlike his fellow Islanders, Marshall had dedicated his entire life to figuring out how Animals would do human activities. Perk of being a cartoonist, no?
He doubled over laughing as soon as Gaius let out a hearty belch. Bodily functions were always funny, and Gaius' embarrassment only added to the humor.
"Lets see now...My change was a little before Gaius'...Sooo...Hell if I know...And who brought the meat? We got any Fish? How about a Steak? Can't eat Chicken any more...That'd be eating my relatives I tell you!" he said, taking a sip of his well-earned Coke.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 10:41 pm
"So if you didn't bring food, and Gloria didn't bring food, and neither did Oz and Aislinn, and I was too busy setting up to bring food..." Gaius did the math on his hoof as if he was counting off with fingers that no longer existed. He paused and slapped his face with a hand. "We don't have anything to grill!! Augh! Alright, alright. I'll head down to the cafteria and grab... something. Though too bad, chicken's nice grilled... Easier to choke down than steak anyways." Gaius grimaced, sympathizing with Gloria. Ever since his first change he'd been struggling to re-cultivate a taste for meat, but his growing herbivorous instincts had undercut most of his efforts, leaving him to tango with the toilet after meals until he actually lost the ability to vomit. That had not been pleasant!
"Anyways, I'll be back in just a sec!" Gaius took off at a jog toward the cafeteria, hooves pounding the grass in an easy lope.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 11:48 pm
(I am crashing, sorry)
Gallen had been prowling around the duplex, Now fully changed to his anthro ocelot form, Gallen had finally let go of trying to suppress his animal instincts. He soon caught sight of the group and quietly padded over. He watched as Marshall cleverly open his soda and over heard Gaius with his dilemma. As he heard Gaius say he had no food for the crowed, Gallen slide back into the brush and rushed to the river side. For the past month he had perfected fishing, with the help of his little adopted bro Cody. Soon Gallen dove into the cold stream and started to wade around looking for some nice fish. In 30 minutes he had gathered up enough for the group and was back on land. All he wore where his old pants now torn up to the length of shorts. They hung on him drenched, but no mater they would dry. He rushed back to the group. Gaius had disappeared, probably went off to get food. He slowly wondered in, hoping the others would not mind his sudden appearances.
"Hey ye all, I heard you where needed food." he grinned with an arm full of now dead fish. This for him was probably the oddest thing he had done. Before his changes he was a strict vegetarian, now he could not live with out the taste of meat. Even odder was the fact that like the fishing, he enjoyed the act of hunting for food.
He slowly padded over and laid out the fish on a near by table for the group.
"Umm, though ah don eat it as much, ah can help with sum vegetarian cooking, if ye like."
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 1:56 am
After nearly toppling forward in semi-sleep, Oz finally felt as though he would stay awake. As he dazily rubbed the sleep from his eyes and wiped some drool from his bottom lip, he just saw Gaius trot out of sight. Looking around at the blank faces and lack of food, Oz came to the conclusion that Gaius had gone to get emergency supplies.
He yawned lightly, revealing huge sharp canines typical of silverback male gorillas, and stretched his massive arms. He rolled his hulking shoulders and just cracked his neck. Spotting one of the coolers, he reached out and lightly grasped a handle, dragging it back towards him. He popped the lid, hoping to find any kind of drink.
It was the cooler full of beer.
Oz's face dropped. Nestled amidst ice were his achilles heel, the one temptation he had managed to resist since being on this godforsaken Island. He gingerly picked up a can, held it within shiny black hands, just looking at the condensation form on the outside of it. Like a long time lover, it teased him. With a dismayed grunt, he managed to put the beer back into the cooler, close the lid, then slide it someway from him.
He took a deep breath and tried not to look at the cooler again.
He watched Gallen arrive, laden with fresh fish, and wrinkled his nose at the smell. He'd never liked fish much as a human, but the smell was repgunant to his gorilla senses. But he tried to maintain a politeness anyway and waved to the ocelot.
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 5:31 am
The horse-woman trotted back over, karaoke machine in tow. It was a little heavy, but she'd managed anyhow. Too bad she didn't have horse-like muscles in her arms as well as her legs, she mused.
She was just in time to see Oz put the beer back as she set the machine down, and she grinned,
" 's my boy," she teased, then smiled as she noticed Gloria and Marshall had finished whatever contemplating they'd been doing and had become animated again.
She took a few minutes to grab some orange juice for a Fuzzy Navel and sipped at it casually,
"You want a girly drink at least, Oz m'man? Sorry about the beer. Didn't know you'd be about and I thought someone else might enjoy, at least-- and anybody else who wants something, I've been practicing my drink-mixing. Not a whole lot else to do on this forsaken island but that and gardening."
The food qualms everyone else had to deal with, she technically did not. But, barbecue was certainly on her list of 'un-healthy and therefore very bad foods' so she'd more than likely opt for a salad with many of the others.
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