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Avery tapped two of the pills out of the bottle before replacing the lid, setting it down next to the bowl, figuring Pyroth would be wanting to take more later. "Um... here..." he crouched down in front of him, holding out the pills on his hand - he would let Pyroth decide how to take them; either putting them on his paw or taking them right from Avery's hand.

Either way, it was the last straw for him. Once the pills were out of his hand, he stood back up. His face was sickly pale, and he clutched his stomach - he knew he was about to get sick, and he would rather not do it here in front of them. This was all too much, he felt too overwhelmed - all his nightmares and worst fears about the transformations were true - and without a word to either of them, he turned and ran, tail tucked between his legs and ears flat back against his head.

He hoped he could make it back to his duplex before he threw up.

Pyroth gratefully took the pills from Avery using very carefully, his front teeth, then leaving the asprin near the back of his throat he took a drink of the water, glad of the hydration. He didn't even register Avery leaving, too out of it to register much other than what was directly around him.

He nodded. "Thanks."

And since he'd hit 75 percent sex couldn't have been further from his mind. Now all he really wanted was a friendly face and a timeout.

"Could you lead the way there? I need to work on getting used to being 3 foot or something above the ground."

Despite what everyone had told him when he was younger, sleep does not cure all things. In fact if it was even possible he woke up more miserable than he'd been last night. Food would help, probably. He hadn't eaten a proper meal since before he'd arrived.

He wandered for a while, not seeing anyone else, thank god. He finally entered the large building set in the center of all the houses, peeking in. Nobody had bothered to explain to him where everything was, so it was all a bit trial and error. He was delighted to discover that this seemed to be a cafeteria of sorts, stepping in.

He immediatly paused, seeing one of those... people. This one was quite... bizarre. It looked mostly like some sort of hoved, horned creature. An elk maybe? A deer? It was unnerving, whatever it was. He decided to ignore it for now and headed over to where it looked like he could get ********. Error. He didn't speak english, he didn't know what to do. He fumbled with the damn pocket translator, pulling it out and figiting with it. What he really wanted was a nice big bowl of chicken soba soup and a nice tall glass of ice cold bottled water. It looked like there was a line off to the side with some food, however.

He wasn't happy about it, but he grabbed a few of the most delicious looking meat based items, a glass of water, and then went to sit at a table that was a few away from the only other guy sitting in here at the moment.

Taro stood up immediatly, almost knocking his food over. "Hey! Watch where you're going. God, what are you?" Taro flinched away from the deer man - a part of his brain still registered the strange, bestial apperance of all the other islanders as costumes.

It had to be there was just no way for them to really be turning into animals.

Taro was just shy of raising a hand to try and punch the other away. He was in a foul mood for more reasons than one and having this ugly THING nearly land on him wasn't very helpful. As it was he flapped his hands wildly at the other, cursing at him loudly in his native language.

Taro stopped his yelling and instead glared. The man was disgusting, an animal. He wasn't even a man, he was an it, a thing. There was a split second where Taro thought about hitting the deer-thing.

He recalled Thom, however, and there was also the real fear of the thing hitting him back, and those things on his hands and feet looked like they'd cause a great deal of pain. Instead he opted to rummage around angrily for his translator and tap in a message.

"The place where it has gone, watch." He scowled at the other, taking a moment to look him over, a little thoughtfully. As a side he added. "It is what?"

He motioned to the translator and then thrust it forward at the thing. It was human once, and it was obviously speaking english. Here's to hoping it could type with those disfigured appendages that were probably supposed to be hands.

Tommy pushes open the doors to the chow hall a little bit later. The cadet turned bat boy looks rather horrid in appearance at the moment. The fact that he hasn't slept for a while coupled with his emotional troubles has given the young man a very nosferatu looking image. Of course, having murder on the mind will sometimes do that to a person.

Tommy uses his shoulders to push open the door, his hands still aching from the change the day before.

Eyes searching the rest of the building, the cadet is more than a little surprised to see a Catholic priest with horns sitting there. A sudden flash of memory from back home overwhelms him for a moment. He remembers the many hours in his Jesuit High School where he listened to priests speak of morality.

Tommy walks slowly into the room, making his way toward the buffett. He had crammed his feet into his boots this morning, determined not to give up that part of his humanity.

As he walks, he notices the priest's stare...and almost breaks down right then and there. Things were different on the other side of the fence, it seemed. Tommy closes his eyes tightly for a moment and just like that he seems fine again.

"Evenin' Father..." Tommy murmers. Though he practiced speaking alone in his room, the cadet was still having problems with the 'f'. But if he spoke slowly enough, he is understandable.