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Alec coyly leaned back in his chair, balancing as he braced his heel into a leg of the table. "Sorreh luv, d'sn't strike m'fanceh." He sadly shook his head, as if she would actually missing out on something good. His stuck out his tongue at her jab at his toothy predicament, trying not to get offended though it was truly his sore spot out of all the things that had changed in his body.

At her question, he scowled. She couldn't guess what he was turning into either? And she was supposed to be the smart one. "No fookin clue, wha' th' 'ell is THIS?" He sat up properly and bent his arm, gesturing towards the tough, fibrous material of his joint. Maybe if he had fur he'd be able to hide that.

"Ye, wuteveh." He mumbled in response, not quite caring what she was referring to as he poked at the remaining food on the last unconquered plate.

At her suggestion however, his head shot up with a vicious scowl that probably would've looked much less intimidating before his change. "'Am neh PLANT." He countered in offense. The idea was absurd, it couldn't be possible! He had been a little bold to make fun of her fur but she didn't have to make it sound like he was turning into a weed or something. "Prolly joost sum... sorteh fish a neveh heard 'f o' somethin. Righ'?"

Alec felt a pang of guilt when he noted Nita's reaction, haven't not realized what he'd really sounded like. He wouldn't apologize though.

"Eh..." He quieted down significantly as he subconsciously scratched at the back of his neck. "A' d'neh... did ye?" He glanced up and obviously stared at her newer features, figuring she was some sort of cat or something, though she didn't remind him of Julian.

Alec of course, wasn't aware pandas came in a red variety and was very impressed. "Cool." He mumbled and washed down all the odd combinations of foods he'd chosen with a tall glass of water. It struck him then that he felt VERY thirsty. "Maybeh a' should." He sighed as he got up to fetch another tall glass of water, the positive experience Nita was describing was beginning to waver his vow to never speak to the staff. Come to think of it, even the guards who administered his injection weren't that bad.

"Anneh news on th'girleh?" He was of course referring to Aubrey.

Alec almost rolled his eyes until he remembered how serious the situation was. He better start caring about what happened to her if he was going to save and everyone else's asses from being thrown into cages or fed to the birds. "Guess ye righ'." He admitted, figuring he'd better just look through the information provided in the many books in the entertainment room instead of risking drawing attention to himself.

In fact, he figured he'd better get it over with and go read up on his changes now. "'Am g'na go read th'... thengs. Info abou' aminals." He waved in the direction of the entertainment room lazily.

Alec nodded gratefully, getting up from his chair. He was about to leave the entire pile of dirty dishes just laying there until he glanced back, knowing that doing so would only give Nita something to chatter about. With an annoyed sigh he gathered them up and deposited them in their rightful place after one or two loads. "Seeyeh" He waved and finally left.

New Roleplay


Emerwyn got down to the cafeteria as early as she could, praying that he hadn't been there yet.
It was very nearly barren, and she wasted no time getting to the salad bar. With an excited smile and a bounce in all of her movements, Emerwyn picked the right vegetables, meticulously arranging them in the most beautiful plate she could.
It must have taken nearly an hour. The whole time, Emerwyn cast nervous glances over her shoulder, fearing that he'd walk in and ruin the surprise.

This was going to begin a wonderful day. She was so excited. This would make everything better. Forget all the uncomfortable things of the past! This was a new beginning - for the both of them.

Emerwyn was wearing a skirt she'd fashioned from the remaining cloth from her cloak. It hung loosely and comfortably just above her knees.

Her labor done, Emerwyn stood back to appraise her creation.
It was perfect.


((This - on a much larger scale - a salad for two, enough food for four.
Don't forget the black olives.))

Emerwyn's ears stood up at the sound of the clicking feet on the ground. She knew that sound. And she knew that smell. She smiled, and almost giggled in excitement.
Without turning around, she walked forward to take up the salad. Then she turned, dramatically and gracefully, her elegant face beaming.

"Happy birthday."