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 Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 7:41 pm
Nicky continued to watch Ryan, waiting for an answer when he heard the familiar sound of the door opening and closing...and a very unmistakable sound of hooves...his eyes swiveled toward the new arrival by instinct and couldn't do anything but stare. The lower lid of his right eye twitched slightly as his face, frozen in an emotionless mask, watches the donkey-man.
"...huh..." he says breathlessly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 8:00 pm
Peter slowly turned, catching the figure in the corner of his eye, and wished he hadn't. MERDE! A furry convention. Three events at Zaphod's in five years was three times too many. The guy was right. A drug hideout would have been better. Groaning, he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples as another 'hangover' came on.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 8:46 pm
Alan tried to ignore the reactions of the three normies, keeping his head down as he approached the salad bar for some greens. Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck (his mane?) prickling as he realized that he was being watched, Alan turned around slightly to allow one eye to see the trio. Two of them, the two he didn't know, were acting very strangely...like they hadn't seen a changed islander before.
"What are you looking at?" Alan asked, a little irritated.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 9:03 pm
Seeing the reactions of the, Ryan couldn't help but inwardly laugh. The expressions were just priceless, especially the tough guy.
He spun around one index finger, moving his other and towards it and making the appropriate sound effects to illistrate his point about the fan.
Turning to Alan, he guestured to the other two with his thumb. "They don't know yet." It was loud enough that the other two could hear it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 9:22 pm
Nicky's initial shock is gone in an instant as he put on his business face. Pieces flew together in his mind like a numbered jigsaw puzzle as his gaze slided from the donkey-man to Ryan. The small smirk came back soon afterward. "That'd explain the tracks...the labs...and probably the duplexes too. Gotta wonder though, do they just breed freaks here or is it something else?"
"But of course...I wouldn't have to think out loud if you would just explain all of this instead of sitting there like a jackass making infantile sound effects featuring exploding feces. Now would I?" he says with thinly veiled malice toward Ryan.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 9:46 pm
Valleck's head came up at part of that, still pounding. "Labs? Since when are there labs?" Well, he had seen some other structures further up the mountain. "So these are legit drug runners?" This was making less and less sense. "And yeah, what's with the sound effects? If this isn't a drug op, you're sure convincing me you're high on something."
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 9:59 pm
Alan stared at Ryan, feeling even more annoyed now that he was going to have to explain all this to not one, but two new islanders...at once. Hopefully, he could keep his cool long enough to not fall back into that strange...state of mind he was in the night before.
"Freak?" Alan asked the rude young man. "Who exactly do you think you are? All you kids are the same...kids today..." He muttered, turning his glance over to the fedora-clad boy. "You can call me Alan." He deliberately left off his last name, hoping that his celebrity wouldn't be recognized.
"There aren't any drugs," he said hastily, the young boy's dig hitting home.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 10:18 pm
Ryan shrugged a bit. "I'm just trying to lighten the situation up; worked for me at least."
In answer to Nicky's question, he was a little more serious. "Alright, listen," He made sure he had Peter's attention as well, "try to keep up, because it's a little confusing."
He took a deep breath, mentally working out what he was going to tell them. "Everyone that's down here on the island is being experimented on. That includes me, you two, and Alan over there. We're all being changed into animals through DNA or something. Alan is your proof if you need any. And we're all trapped here, under twenty-four hour serveilence."
Ryan took another bite of his sandwich and watched for thir reactions.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 10:29 pm
Nicky responds to Alan, though he doesn't take his eyes off of Ryan. "Last time I checked, the term 'freak' was defined as an abnormally formed organism, be it a person or animal...in this case, both...which is regarded as a curiosity...or monstrosity. And since it only takes one to regard another, I deem you to be a freak."
"Now," he says as he redirects his speach toward Ryan, "you were saying...what now? Human to animal experimentation...and the pleasure island reject over there is the proof. Granted, it's convincing proof, and I'd have to assume the other tracks I spotted that were not from hooves were from some other monstrosity on the island...but how? Seems to me this is all...more or less anyway...physically impossible."
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 10:45 pm
Peter turned to the man who's just spoken "Mmhmm. Didn't you know? 4 Star hotel service, fine print genetic multilation. No guards, free buffet as you can see our friend enjoying. This seems to me as if this whole idea is - ", he pointed over his shoulder, "half-assed, hmm? Furries usually like their pretense, but this's been done by Disney." He rubbed his head again. "Old Walt must be turning in his cryogenic grave."
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 11:02 pm
Alan's mind broiled in anger and was starting to cloud his judgement. "Well, whether I am a freak or not is a matter of opinion," he said hotly, focusing in on the rude man's face. "It may be against God...but...damnit..." Why would God let something like this happening to him. "...he has a plan."
He winced at his own weak logic. If that's so, why him? Hadn't he lived a good life? Was he a modern Job? Why him? The questions toiled over and over in his mind.
Alan's mind returned to the coversation. "It may be impossible, but it's real, somehow."
He turned to the other, fedora wearing young man and frowned, not appreciating his sense of humor. "Furries?" Alan asked. "What the hell are those?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 11:32 pm
"Yeah, what he said, it's all real. I really don't care if you believeme or not; you'll find out soon enough."
He noticed Alan was getting angry again. Maybe he'd see a repeat performance of yesterday. His stomach hurt just thinking about it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 11:39 pm
Nicky gives a glance toward Peter at the quip before looking down at his plate, collecting himself for the next wave. Thoughts raced through his mind, analying the data, speculating on the possibilities. Real fur, moving ears, hooves in a shape no human foot could fit into. The labs, the lack of FBI, the other people from completely different backgrounds. It was the only real solution. At least the humanimal part of it. His own fate, decreed by this person in front of him, he was not so ready to accept.
Finally though, with an extreme amount of hidden effort, Nicky turned to look at Alan in all of his jackass glory.
"If what this guy's saying is true, God's nowhere near this island, oh great representative for the extreme left," he says, refusing to use the man's name. Allowing that monster a name would only prove to Nicky how screwed he really is.
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2007 11:55 pm
Peter watch Alan as he spoke, and more and more he began thinking that the headaches were the least of his prorities. Both of them wanted two two 'newcomers' to believe, but Peter knew a thing or two with costumes... and rule number one was NEVER, EVER mess with the mouth. But this guy's mouth wasn't normal in any way. The overly large teeth, the wider lip line, especially on the sides. Not even cosmetic surgery would be safe enough to do that. The ears... well, the ears could be faked, but to that degree of efficiency you'd have to be smack dab on stage of a hollywood film, not in the buffet line. The one question that nagged at his mind the most came out as a mutter as he gave in to another headache front. "Why would furries kidnap people with tranquilizers? Poachers, maybe, to cover their tracks, but..." The headache ended his sentence prematurely
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 2:21 pm
"It's a test," Alan replied quckly to the rude young man, catching a weird scent (fear?) from him as he glanced over. Well, it appears that the young man is more afraid that he wants to look...something that Alan could exploit, if he so desired.
He turned back to the fedora-kid. "Once again, what the hell is a furry?" He mumbled angrily. "You keep using it and I don't know what it is..."
Alan then turned back to Ryan, looking for help. "Ryan, don't waste your breath. They can't even see it when the truth is right in their faces."
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