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 Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 9:47 pm
Bobby nodded at Chana's twig-gesture. Okay, she wasn't very familiar with beaver eating habits. "If you need anything else, feel free to ask," she grinned.
"Stewart?" the pig pondered, snorting. "No, I haven't met him. A Catholic priest, eh?" Bobby wasn't Catholic, but she knew some... and she was familiar with the celibacy required of them. She giggled, "You're probably right. He is most likely a virgin..." There were some other things she was going to... mention, but Bobby didn't know if that was going too far or not.
Bobby leaned forward, noticing the reactions of the fish. Her eyes squinted in thought. "Is that usual? I didn't know fish were so... bold."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 9:56 pm
Chana waved a hand dismissively at Bobby's repeated offer of food, munching on a few more twigs. They'd hold her until she caught a fish.
"Well, I hope you do get to meet him. He's really quite nice," the beaver remarked. A thought struck her. "You know, I don't think he's very comfortable, turning into a goat. Of course he tries to shake it off, but he's the worst liar I've ever met," she added.
She kicked out at another fish as she considered the question. "I don't know...but I'm trying to catch them. I just wish they wouldn't swim there," she complained. These fish had the dirtiest minds of any animal she'd ever encountered!
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 10:03 pm
"I'm sure he's a great guy... granted, I haven't many any who weren't here... other than the Doctor," her cheek twitched at the thought of him. " Bobby sighed sadly, "Are any of us comfortable with all of this?"
Leaning further, almost precariously over the water. Her imbalanced torso could easily make her fall in at any moment... and make a huge splash. Bobby gave a half grin at Chana's comment to the fish's swimming. "Maybe we should stop using fish metaphors for that... maybe too close to the truth, no?" she winked. If she wasn't a slow pig now, the woman probably would have jumped in and tried to catch one of them -just for fun.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 10:09 pm
The beaver smiled up at her. "I really don't know. Somtimes I'm perfectly happy, like when I'm swimming in this river. Other times...I would've called myself in for counseling," she admitted.
Chana laughed outright at Bobby's comments about the fish. "Maybe! I think I'll see if I can grab one!" she said, and dived under the water after the pesky critters. Perhaps they'd forgotten she could move. Perhaps they were still mesmerized by whatever had them thoroughly investigating her. Regardless, the beaver managed to get her claws on one scaled critter and get it onto the riverbank.
"Hah!" she cried, victorious.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 7:38 pm
Bobby shifted a little uncomfortably, sitting back so it was now fully earth that was under her. "I have compleely made up my mind about this place. I try to not reflect on my old life to compare it to..." the woman sighed sadly, "but that's hard; I left so /much/ behind."
Relieved for the subject change, Bobby watched as Chana expertly caught a fish and held it up victoriously. Her eyes shined proudly, but in her heart she was upset. Her hooved fingers would never be able to do such a thing. She might be able to spear them, but the pig was just not quick enough.
"Congratulations," Bobby clapped happily, "Serves the little fellow right, I say!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 9:13 pm
The beaver frowned; the fish flopped on the shore forgotten. Poor Bobby...she'd done so much to cheer Chana up, she had to return the favor...somehow.
"It's...difficult...to compare this to our old lives," she said, slowly, trying to think things through competely as she said them. "And there's only so much we can cling to without acting like fools."
She smiled down at the almost forgotten fish. "Kinda like him," she said, gesturing at the scaled fiend, "He thought of nothing but having fun investigating me, and now he's probably wishing he stayed far away." She looked up at Bobby, completely serious for the first time since the woman had come over. "I'm not throwing this fish back. And Moreau will never let us go." The beaver shuddered at her own words. Even when she'd thought the doctor an eccentric philanthropist, something about him had sent a chill down her spine. She shuddered again and watched the rest of the dying fish' school mill around in the water.
"They don't even miss him," she whispered, eyes wide in fear and shock.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 7:04 pm
Bobby watched Chana with the fish, without mercy. She wasn't cruel though. Looking to the beaver, the pig grunted. "No... we are completely different for so many reasons," Bobby said without hesitation, her own mind wrapping around the conversation.
"First of all, you need to eat fish now -I think-. That fish isn't dying just for your sick games, but to survive. The Island is not /necessary/ for life. A new life, but not to exist. Of course, I am a little thankful: we are given luxuries and not forced to live completely on the land." Bobby flinched, for she remembered the stories about the lockout. Okay, so they weren't always living off the land.
"Second, my dear Chana, we still keep our basic human details. We know what is happening to us, and probably have our regrets that may have prevented us from arriving on this forsaken island." Bobby nodded toward the dying fish, "I doubt that it knows why this is happening to it or how it could have been prevented. It simply knows pain, and that's all... the nicest thing would be to end that pain as quick as possible." And with that, the pig leaped over with non-sluggish speed -possibly a byproduct of her dissipating humanity- and stabbed through the fish with her sharp hooves. Almost immediately, the fish stopped moving.
The pig sighed and sat back to her original seat. She looked at the beaver with a half-apologetic smile, "Sorry if you liked them alive..."
Bobby turned her attention to the now-dead fish's school and snorted. The same applied to them, pure emotion was all the knew. Only the present was known, and their fallen comrad was no longer there. It was like a child's 'I don't see you so you don't exist'.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 12:19 pm
"What? Oh...no, I don't need to eat them, I just like to," the beaver explained about the fish in her diet. "And I like them cooked anyway," she added.
But she was silent as she thought about what Bobby was saying. The fish only knew the present...it knew pain, but couldn't comprehend more.
"I just...can't...I can't bear to think about it," Chana admitted sadly. She could swim and let the beaver be happy, and she could avoid thinking the self-accusing thoughts about her presence here. It might be an escape, but it was better than trying to figure out just what Moreau had seen in her.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 11:22 pm
From her pack, Bobby pulled out one of her miracles. As if from nowhere, a portable stove appeared, and on it went the fish with a stick through it. There was no reason to waist a meal. Looking up, the pig smiled softly at the beaver, "If you want it when I am done that's fine. Otherwise I'll just save it for later." She winked, as if it explained her intense need to eat. Was everything about food with her?
The woman chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, then, don't think about it." Her mood seemed to change almost instantly when she started preparing the fish. That was one thing she could still do: cook. And for that, there was at least one thing to be grateful for.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 5:36 pm
Chana gaped in surprise as Bobby produced the portable stove. It seemed the woman had shown the most foresight and asked for something useful, as compared to anything she'd seen provided thus far.
"It looks good already," the beaver admitted, swallowing the sudden rush of saliva in her mouth.
It was a good thing that she had the prospect of the snack firmly in mind when Bobby wandered back towards the more serious subject. But, the pig suggested she not think about it, which she was perfectly happy to do. So, Chana decided to change the subject.
"That's a useful thing to have," she said, gesturing to the stove. "Who got it for you?" It was good to know which doctors were more...reliable. Sabin may have been nice to her, but Joli seemed to hate him. Most hated (or at least disliked) Moreau. And of course, there was Aubrey, who was an unknown quantity for the beaver.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 9:32 pm
The fish cracked and sizzled as it cooked. Bobby added a couple herbal flavoring to it, just for the fun of it. She hummed a little when the sound was quiet around them.
Leaning forward and taking on large, last sniff, the pig lifted the fish-on-a-stick and handed it to Chana, "There we go. I hope you enjoy it; but be careful, it may be hot."
She went about cleaning up the small stove. Bobby looked up at the beaver and shrugged, "I don't really know. I saw it just sitting around one day and took it. You never know when you might need it. Although my stomach tolerates most things now, food just settles better if it is cooked." So, maybe there was a little left of human-tolerances of food left in her.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 8:23 pm
The beaver accepted the cooked fish eagerly, blowing on it periodically to cool her meal. She raised an eyebrow at Bobby.
"It was just...left out? That's...odd," Chana said slowly. A lot of things on the island seemed odd to her, but were apparently SOP here. So who was she to say?
"But it's definitely useful. And yes, I can't imagine eating all my food raw," she agreed, leaving the rest of that statement unsaid. She knew Bobby would hear the rest, how they might one day prefer their meals uncooked. She shuddered as she contemplated that future.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 9:09 pm
Bobby shrugged, stuffing the stove back into her bag. She looked at Chana with a mischief grin, "I guess they thought it would be safe just lying around the Island. Ya know, who would take it?" The woman winked as if it was now their little secret.
The pig picked up on the unspoken words but decided not to comment on it, too much. Bobby laughed, her boobs and tight, bulging skin moving with the action. "I've always liked raw octopus...." Her thoughts immediately went to Billy and more 'revenge acts' that could be pulled. She licked her lips for good measure, though she wasn't sure if the beaver had had the 'pleasure' of meeting the Island's octopus-in-residence.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 9:15 pm
Chana, now nibbling on her fish, giggled at Bobby's remark. "I have no idea," she managed to say with a straight face, aided by a mouthful of fish.
"Raw octopus?" the beaver echoed. It didn't sound so bad...(Bleh! What was she thinking? That was nasty!) "Would that be regular octopus or island-grown?" she asked, mostly sarcastic. Eating a fellow islander was a bit odd...but if he thought it was some part of him...
Chana flashed Bobby a smile reminiscent of the Grinch.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 9:34 pm
Bobby chewed on her lower lip, careful to not pierce it with her bottom fangs. "Actually, raw octopus is pretty tasty if prepared correctly. Certain juices and such. I was meaning to a specific Island-grown and caught. A bit of a deserving *bleeped out* if I do say so myself." Most of it was in fun thought... most of it....
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