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 Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 11:39 pm
Matthew stared at Moreau in utter silence for a rather long moment, blinking. He then gave a slightly nervous laugh.
"Yes, definitely something good to have immunizations against." Nothing like the knowledge of a horrible disease to take the edge off of one's vacation eagerness. He had to supress a shudder at the thought of it, before awkwardly rolling up the loose left sleeve of his labcoat, followed by the much thinner fabric of his black shirt.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 11:46 pm
"Excellent" Moreau injected the serum into Matt's arm as it caused a minor burning sensation to be left behind.
"Your a scientist too I was reading?" Moreau smiled at Matt as he pulled the needle back out and began dispossing of it. "What do you study, and where?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2005 12:05 am
He couldn't help but wince slightly as he felt the twinge where the needle pierced his arm. It wasn't that he minded such things, it was just... instinct. When Moreau had finished, he rolled his sleeves back down, standing up from the table.
"Yes, that's right." Moreau had read up on him? How interesting. Though, he supposed if he ran an entire island, he'd be interested in who came visiting as well...
"At this point, I'm mostly just working in observation and research, note-taking stuff for the senior scientists where I work. Still climbing the company ladder, so to speak... hopefully in a few years, I'll be able to start getting into the really interesting things, and get a lab of my own." He smiled at the doctor, continuing. "I work in one of the little branches of a research lab on the East Coast. I think the company headquarters is stationed in New York, but the facilities themselves are a bit scattered."
He looked about the room curiously. "If I may ask, Doctor, what are you researching here? It's a very nice facility."
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2005 12:18 am
"Ahhh, wildlife studies... some genetic research as well. All very hush hush though." Moreau began to help Matt up and lead him out. "Maybe while your here we can work up a resume for you, I might be able to make you a tempting offer to stay here."
The elevator headed down "Of course think on it, I'm sure you'll enjoy the island and your time here."
At the bottom of the elevator a well dressed man in sunglasses was waiting "Ahhh, he should be able to show you out. You'll be in room... 06 above a man by the name of Pyroth, odd fellow."
"Enjoy your stay at my Island" Moreau said as the elevator closed behind Matthew.
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2005 12:33 am
Sabin smiled to the doctor and gave him a small wave and followed Matthew as he left, playing bellhop with his heavier bag. Unlike Moreau, who would only escort the subjects to the gate, Sabin walked with Matthew to the small village, pointing out the lake, the direction to the beaches, and various trails. He seemed in high spirits. "You might want to take it easy tonight, however..." he continued "Like most vaccinations, it might cause a low-grade fever or make your arm hurt. You should be feeling better by tomorrow - ready to catch some sun and waves" He grinned and pointed out where bungalow 6 was, and the "town hall" and its functions.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 10:10 pm
Matthew's eyes widened slightly at what Moreau was saying. It sounded absolutely fascinating, and if it was as secretive as it sounded... quite possibly ground-breaking. Though if the opportunity arose, it would be a tough choice for the young man- he was so used to the city, the people he knew, his apartment.... everything. But then, it would be foolish to turn down an offer before one even knew what it was. And regardless, he'd only been on the island for what, a few hours at most? For all he knew, he might find the place enough to his liking to stay in such a situation.
Stepping into the elevator, Matthew turned to thank Dr. Moreau and tell him he was sure he'd enjoy the stay, but the doors had closed before he got the chance. He rubbed his arm subconciously through his sleeve, watching the lights for each floor light up and go on to the next as they descended.
"Thanks again for helping me with my luggage, Sabin." The young scientist really did appreciate it. Even though he wasn't by any means a weakling, those bags got heavy, especially when one was walking about like they were doing. He nodded politely at the man in the shaded glasses, taking note of his room number. Moreau certainly was running an efficient island, here. He idly wondered what the man meant by this Pyroth person being an 'odd fellow', but figured he'd find out soon enough. Or, perhaps, not even at all... it would depend on how social the other guests of the island were, for all he knew, some might spend their entire vacations lounging about their hotel rooms.
He followed Sabin to the small village-like housing, taking as careful note to the directions as any tourist would. It was interesting, yes, but he'd probably wind up minorly lost at some point or another. What was a vacation without that? Matthew did take heed of the warning, however. He'd already experienced some of those types of symptoms with the immunizations he'd gotten before he started out on his trip, so it was no real surprise. His arm was bothering him, but not enough to really become a nuisance. If nothing else, he'd keep an eye on it, and if he felt too much worse, he could probably pick up some aspirin from somewhere around here.
Thanking Sabin once again for his helpfulness (he really did hope he'd see the man again before his vacation ended) he unlocked the door to his room, and set his luggage at the foot of the bed. He was torn between unpacking now or walking down to the 'town hall' and getting something to eat first; but habit was stronger than hunger, so he unzipped his suitcase and began laying his various folded clothing and other personal belongings on the bed, so he could figure out where to put them.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 4:01 pm
The folded clothing he put in the drawers of the wardrobe, carefully sorting out shirts from pants, shorts, and undergarments. He hung up some of the dressier clothing in the closet, though he hadn't really brought anything too fancy. Still, better to have at least one or two relatively refined looking outfits, as one never knew what they might be doing. Though none of his clothing was as outright showy as Sabin's had been, Matthew had done a decent job of packing for vacation-wear. Picking up a pair of swim trunks, he set those inside the wardrobe's drawers as well- he definitely planned on swimming, yes, but for today he just wanted to relax and get used to his surroundings.
He set the extra pair of sneakers and a pair of blue flipflops in the floor of his closet, as well as one of the empty bags. The other still had various knick-knacks in it, the miscellanous sorts of things one would rather leave packed until they knew what to do with. Setting the pile of books he'd brought onto the bed, he paused in his unpacking, surveying what he'd accomplished thus far. The rest of the little things could wait, and he'd gotten all of his clothing out, at least. As it was, his stomach was really beginning to remind him that he hadn't eaten since breakfast, and that a trip down to the luncheon hall was now taking priority over the rest of his luggage.
Matthew grabbed the door key off the top of the nightstand, exiting the bungalow and locking the door behind him. He paused briefly to glance at the little town area from his second-story height, and then made his way down the stairs. Thankfully, he could see the town hall from here; and Matthew mused to himself that if this were the only place they could get food on the island, it had better be good.
(continued in the Village, page 2-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 3:09 pm
It was rather dark by the time Matthew returned to his room, and he had to pause for a moment to re-orient himself. Oh yes, room six. He walked up the stairs with slightly heavier than usual footfalls, and let himself in.
A combination of the discussion he'd had in the cafeteria, and the after-effects of the immunization, had given him a headache. He wished he'd thought to pack some aspirin, rather than taking for granted how easy it was to obtain- he really didn't feel like walking around the increasingly darkening town to find some. Muttering something, he pushed the pile of books on his bed to one side, sitting on the edge and staring at his door.
Matthew must have spent a good half hour in silent contemplation; barely moving except for once or twice, when he propped his elbows on his knees and his chin against the palms of his hands. The discussion from earlier kept replaying in his mind, little bits and pieces, and he didn't know enough to string things together yet. That lack of knowledge alone was enough to keep his mental wheels spinning, but the undertones that those thoughts carried...
But sitting around thinking, he wasn't going to figure out anything like this. The thought occured to him, that he could always ask Dr. Moreau himself... but... if something shady was going on, why would he let on? Not to mention, acting like he suspected something... Matthew knew better than that. Rule number one, if you suspect something, don't let on that you do. Besides, he chided himself mentally, it was far more likely that this was just a series of strange coincidences. Asking about them, without so much as a shred of evidence toward it, would just make him look like a paranoid fool. Neither resulting situation appealed to him.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow, he'd go and scope things out. With any luck, he'd meet up with the others again, or perhaps some of the other people who should presumably show up on the island. He could see if things began adding up better; perhaps the inconsistencies were nothing more than blanks he needed to fill in to make sense of. He'd only talked to three people, afterall...
But that would all wait until tomorrow. His headache hadn't lessened any, and there wasn't anything else he'd be able to go do, not in this darkness. Relinquishing his spot of vigilance towards the door, the young man got up, rummaging around in the wardrobe for a pajama top and some pants. The loose flannel was a comfortable change from the dress slacks he'd worn most of the day, and was significantly cooler than the long sleeved top and labcoat he'd worn earlier as well. He double-checked the lock before clicking off the lightswitch, fumbling around in the sudden darkness to pull down the sheets and crawl into bed. It took a while of laying there, listening to the foreign sounding noises from the nearby jungle and the island's nocturnal wildlife, but he eventually fell fast asleep.
At some point past midnight, his eyes fluttered open briefly; barely getting a chance to register the tall, strange shadows of people looming over him, feeling something pressed against his face, causing the images to swirl and mesh with those of his dreams. The tall shadows now became tall dark trees, looming over a barren landscape with their dry, leafless branches. And in the middle of it he stood, nearly choking in the strange foggy haze that covered the area. It felt like drowning without water, and his dream self began to run through the maze of dead trees and bare dirt, the mist swirling into strange shadowy shapes behind him. Clearing the fog, he continued to run; the feeling of things behind him never ceasing for a moment. Through brambles and shadows and completely silent trails, until he finally stopped at the edge of some noxious looking swamp. His dream self paused, glancing at the murky water, wondering whether or not to try running past the shadowy things that lurked beneath the surface, or turn and face the shadows chasing him. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, reaching back to grab at whatever had caused it, and his hand closed around the spiny torso of an enormous looking mosquito, crumpling its fragile wings. He stared at it with a look of disgust, hurling the mangled insect at the cracked ground, and stomped on it firmly with one shoe. He went to turn, to continue his wanderings, but the dry earth had turned to a goopy sort of mud, clinging tightly to his shoe and not letting him move from the spot. All of a sudden it was like quicksand, and he was sinking into it, unable to pry himself free no matter how much he struggled. It was up to his torso now, and had somehow dragged him into the center of the swamp; he could feel the shadows swimming around him, brushing against him, and still he couldn't break free of the mud's grasp. Looking towards the now distant shoreline, he saw a few of his new aquaintences sitting, watching and waving at him with smiles on their faces. He reached out, the muck to his shoulders now, why wouldn't they help him? They only smiled and waved! His hand grasped at nothing as the surrounding mud and water mixture completely overwhelmed him, pulling his head under, a mixture of desperation and fear and that horrible sensation of drowning overtaking him once more, shutting out all light and sound and with only the shadows lurking around him...
Matthew awoke the next morning with a dry throat, frantically pushing the covers off of him, trying to free himself from the trapped feeling and constriction of his tangled sheets. His breathing was ragged, and his head was pounding even worse than it had been before he'd gone to sleep... taking a few minutes to calm himself down, getting his breathing under control, and sitting there with his head in his hands. He felt absolutely awful at this point, and though he didn't remember much of what he dreamt last night, the small vestiges he could remember of his strange and muddled dreams were not helping matters any.
He got up shakily, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror for a good few minutes, hands resting solidly against the vanity top. Matt looked about as bad as he felt, his rumpled hair and the restless shadows beneath his eyes reminding him of some of the all-nighters he'd pulled in college. Maybe a shower and some breakfast would help, getting some fresh air...
He slowly got ready, rubbing the back of his neck subconciously. Damned mosquitoes, dream ones or otherwise.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 9:49 pm
A package is delivered outside your apartment with your name and your duplex number written on it, with various hearts and smileys around the writing. Inside you find the following.
General Care Package
Gourmet Chocolate Candy (wrapped insulated packaging so they wouldn't melt outside)
Sunscreen
Fitted Swimsuit
Sand Castle Making Bucket
Scented Bath Supplies
Random New York Times Best Sellers Books
Stationary Kit
Pocket PC for Note Taking
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 7:09 pm
It had taken a while, but he''d finally gotten ready, and looked a little less worse for wear than he had when he''d first woken up. The headache was still there, though, as well as a hint of nausea- it was just not his morning. Afternoon. Whatever time it was now... had he really slept in that much? He planned on heading down the the cafeteria, and seeing if a light meal (or hell, even just some orange juice) would calm his stomach any.
Stepping outside of his apartment, he noticed a package addressed to him, complete with little scrawling smileys and hearts. He raised an eyebrow in curiousity, but didn''t feel up to unpacking it at the moment. He mostly just wanted out of that little room... Picking it up gently, he went and set it by the side of his bed, making a mental note to see what was inside once he felt a bit better.
With a click of the keys in the lock, and some muffled swearing when he nearly stumbled over the first few steps on the stairs, Matthew was off for the cafeteria.
((Continued in the Village pg12 and then Ambrose's journal, pg10-12))
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 9:55 am
After the events and conversation that had taken place between himself, Ambrose, Greer and the Dude, Matthew had gone back to his own room. He'd sat there, on his bed, for a good few hours... just trying to wrap his mind around what was happening on this island, how it could even be possible, and the implications that the start of Ambrose's transformation would have on the rest of them.
He could only take so much of it. After a few hours of turning dead-end thought process over dead-end throught process, with no solution or real answers to be found... well. He picked up one of the novels he'd brought with him, not even bothering to check the title or see what book it was. It would do, anything would do as a distraction from the information he'd just recieved.
He went through several of the paperback books that way, drowning himself in the distraction of text. It was a childish way of coping with things, and some part of him knew that; but he needed the distance from reality, from the sudden complicated twists his life had suddenly taken.
None of them were going to get off this island, were they?
He couldn't stop thoughts like that from cropping up, but when they did, he just dove further into the reading.
Several days passed like this. He hadn't even gone down to the cafeteria, and had been living off some instant-coffee packets that most hotel rooms seemed to have, a bag of trail mix he'd packed in his luggage, and the gourmet chocolate stash that had come with his 'care' package. (He'd left it sitting for a few days, before remembering about it. Once opened, he read through one of the paperbacks in there as well, even though it wasn't his usual genre of choice. His inner researcher couldn't help but smile at the pocket PC, that would make note taking so much easier... but he really didn't want to stop and think about the things he'd no doubtedly want to take notes about.)
Needless to say, one can only distance one's self from reality for so long. Regardless of where a story takes you, when you look up from the page, you're still sitting in the same little room you were before.
It took him until the end of chapter 12, fourth book he'd started on, before Matthew began to realize this. Here he was, drowning himself in distractions, and... why? What good was it going to do? Yes, it was a nice break to not have to turn over and over the situation in his head... but it didn't change it. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pretend he was just on vacation anymore.
Not to mention... well. How many days had he just wasted away, reading? He'd lost track, but one thing was certain, it hadn't been kind on him. Not eating anything but the occasional snack, he'd be better off living like a poor college student! Avoiding leaving his room (and therefore, the cafeteria) may have helped prolong the illusion, but it had left him pretty weak, and not in the best state of mind mentally.
Good going, idiot. Now what are you going to do, hmm? You can't even fight back if... no, not if, when... they decide it's your turn to be part of this grand experiment. You could have at least been spending this time thinking of some way to help yourself out of this mess, or you could have tried to collaborate with those others, but no, you had to go and delude yourself...
Doing his best to brush away the bitter little voice in the back of his mind, Matthew set the book down, getting up off of his unmade bed and stretching. No more of this. No more trying to fool himself.
He hadn't spent all of his life in the pursuit of knowledge to give up now, just to stop looking for a solution when some unforseen difficulty came along. There had to be something he could come up with, or if not by himself, with the others. Right? The only information he had was from what he had seen, and there had to be a much greater deal that he could find out than that. Maybe something would present itself, some as of yet unseen possibility or compromise. But regardless of what it was, he wouldn't find it sitting around in a daze.
He wasn't looking forward to it by any means, who knew what new complications had arisen in the several days he'd locked himself away from the world. But he had to go find out.
Not to mention, some food... would be very welcome right now. Stepping out of his room, Matthew began walking quietly to the cafeteria.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2005 2:38 pm
Attached to the front of your duplex door is a handwritten note with the Feral Labs logo in the top left corner.
In a flowery script, the following message is written:
The Invitation You are cordially invited to a meet and greet Halloween costume party to take place Halloween night. The staff will be setting up a tent just for this occasion and will be catering, of course. We know that you most likely did not pack costumes, so if you will just leave a message with the staff (through the intercom) to let us know what you would like to dress as, we will be able to procure a costume for you. ~Aubrey heart
((OOC: The Halloween party will take place in a separate thread in the guild that will be made for the event. The event will last in real time from Friday Oct 28 till the end of actual Halloween, Monday the 31st. Feel free to come and go at your leisure. If you would like to get artwork of your character in costume, we can post it in the first post or two of the event thread - PM the art to Sabin Duvert and he will collect it to post when he builds the thread.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 10:11 pm
You find in your room a large box that when opened has a very extensive chemistry set (with a fridge for some of the chemicals that need to be kept cold) and an Ipod with music fitting to what Moreau would assume your tastes are.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 8:27 pm
That night, at 3am on the dot, there is a LOUD sound of an explosion, originating from the sky above the Island. Looking out, or anyoune outside would look up to see a brief fireball in the sky. Following that, any power that is on begins to flicker, going through a few brownouts before finally shutting down altogether. If you happen to be awake at that point - you would notice all the lights around you, any electronic equipment that wasn't battery operated flicker and die. However, within a few seconds of the final powersurge and failure, you find yourself being pulled into a forced unconsciousness.
When you wake up, it is midafternoon the following day, though it would vary within a few hours depending on the individual. You are NOT in your duplex. You wake up to find yourself deep in the jungle.
All of the buildings on the island are in 'shutdown' mode. This means that everything is locked tight. If you attempt to force your way into any of the buildings, your own duplex and the Town Hall included, then you will find that from the outside at the very least, they are impenetrable. If any window was broken - it is now fixed. All of the lights are off - in every building. Even the electric fence surrounding the main laboratory is turned off - though still closed. Attempts to break into the main complex will be met with equal lack of luck as breaking into a duplex or the town hall.
The only items you have on you are the items that you would have been wearing when you were asleep/fell unconscious: including clothing and perhaps a few battery-powered electronics IF You would have been wearing them. That's it. Everything else is where you left it - if it was in your duplex, it still is and you can't get to it.
There is no sign of what happened to the staff. The labs are quiet from the outside.
Welcome to the Wild.
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Island of Moreau Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 1:17 am
Three months ago...(Shortly after Ambrose's first change)Even as you toss and turn in your bed you awaken feeling... strange. Your fingers and toes ache as you look down and notice they seem to be darkening and growing sharper. You feel the skin on the bottom of your feet thickening almost like pads and you feel a strange skin itch as patches of your skin start darkening, almost looking like stripped tattoos. You feel your teeth lengthening uncomfortably as your stomach is wracked with pain. Even as your body is adjusting itself for it's primarily carnivorous appetite. Your feel a scretching and burning sensation in your ears as they legthen and change, your hearing becomming more sensative than it was when you were just human. You sniff the air unconciencly as your sense of smell joins your ears in growing keener. Finally your eyes ache, as you blink and watch as the transformation seems to overtake them as well. Even as they become reflective like cats eyes, allowing you to see in dimmer conditions. Along with this they seem to repair their own damage, leaving you able to see without your glasses. Most of all though you realize, you don't feel entirely human anymore. You defintly have something more feral buried inside you, a predator of the jungles.
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