Welcome to Gaia! ::

The first draft of the introduction letter now composed, Richard was busying himself with taping a copy of it to the doors of the unoccupied duplexes, numbers 71 to 75. 71, 72 and 73 had been no problem but the two to others had... stairs. Richard was currently huffing up to duplex 72, one hand on the railing, pulling and the other on his cane, pushing. His weight and the heat were making him a feel a bit old.

Richard didn't stop until he reached the top of the stairs, cane thumping heavily againist the wood. He paused to catch his breath at the top of the steps panting heavily. He turned to look at down at Gaius, "I'm... quite... alright..." Richard managed between wheezes. God he hated stairs. He withdrew a white envelope from his jacket pocket, a scotch tape dispenser from his pants pocket and start a fixing it to the door.

Richard hated when people advised him on his health, if he was interested in longevity he would have spent his "Retirement" playing golf and spending the winters in florida.
"Bah! I'm fit as a fiddle." If said fiddle looked more like a string bass and had high chlorestol, that might be true. Regardless Richard finished taping the envelope to the door and turned around to find Gaius coming up.

Richard had zero reaction to Gaius' face, he was getting used to people around here and after Tommy and Ambrose, Gaius' flattened nose was a drop in the bucket. He smiled at the mention of his letter, he was quite proud of it.

He took out another envelope from his jacket, he had made nearly twenty hand written copies. All of them baring the word WELCOME on their face in big friendly letter. "These are the start of an information packet I'm compiling." He offered one to Gaius.

Richard chuckled. "I got a personal explaination from Doctor Moreau. Appearently most people don't get the.... pleasure of meeting him. Thats why I wrote the letter. Might as well they be informed of the important bits even if they don't believe it at first."

If Gaius scans the letter it reads:

Welcome to the Island!

This document is intended to serve as a "welcome tour" to life on the island. Please read
it entirely before venturing beyond your front door it contains information that is
critical to the island´s day to day operations and to your own survival.

First is your duplex. This is your home, you will find the access code on your dresser,
please note your duplex number. Take care of it, there is no regular cleaning service
here. Note the intercom, dialing zero will get you an operator at the labs, you may
request personal items for your comfort. Nearly any reasonable request will be honored
except communication gear. Dial # + (a duplex number) to call another duplex.

Beyond your duplex is the village proper, the village center contains the cafeteria, it
serves hot food three times a day but is always open for snacks. There is also an
entertainment room with a vast library.

However the most important aspect of the island are the residents of the village. Pleased do not be alarmed by their strange appearances, these people are human beings and do not appreciate being gawked at. They are all the (mostly unwilling) subjects of Dr. Moreau’s experiments that fuse normal humans with animal DNA, producing an animal human hybrid. The changes are caused by a series of five injections administered by lab personnel. The first shot causes no changes. It prepares the body, probably at the molecular and cellular level. The proceeding injections induce physical changes in the body with hours of the injection. The process is incredibly painful.

The villagers are prevented from escaping by the natural remoteness of the island and chips that are implanted under the skin at the base of the neck. They enable the labs to render anyone unconscious at the touch of a button. The chip can also paralyze the subjects.

There are camera’s every where, both in the open and hidden. The villagers are observed 24 hours a day, nothing is unrecorded.

No one to date has escaped. There have been attempts.

This is the reality of the island. Anything else the staff has told you, the reason you are here, is a lie. No one has left the island in over a year and everyone who stays within a duplex is a subject. I’m am sorry but this includes you.

Sincerely,

Richard Harrison, Resident of Duplex #70

If you have any more questions please seek me out. I will answer them to the best of my ability.

Richard nods, "Sooner rather than later is the idea. I'll put a longer version in the library after I write it. I need to pick Ambrose's brain some more before then. That should be more than enough information for anyone who's just arrived."

Richard knocked a leave off the porch with his can. "Yeah I'm still new, been here for six days now."

Shaking his head a bit, "All the complete islanders I've met have been here for over a year but I've also met one that has been here from almost the beginning and she looked barely halfway. Some go further than others appearently." Richard frowned at both the comment and the fact that Gaius was now blocking the stairs. He head wanted to get this done fast, hoping that the labs weren't paying all that much attention to him.

Richard's eyes narrowed, that was it. "DO I look like an invalid to you."
The change in demenor was sudden, his pale eyes glisened like wet ice. "The only help I need is for you to get. Out. Of. My. Way." Each word was accented by a sharp poke from Richard's cane.