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"Myssstery's def'nitely their thing. I've met 'em b'fore. Well... Moreau, Lockheart... 'n Sssabin." His voice got louder and more boistrous, trying to make up for his loss of hearing. "First two're c'mpletely insssane. C'mpletely! Almost killed mer fer hurting th'lady doctor. Wasn' my fault... You believe me, don't you? I didn' mean to!"

Almost at once his frill flared and wings spread as far as they could go. His expression became terrified, and he looked like he was about to hyperventilate. He could almost feel the chains around him again, constricting like the cobra's tail had been around his neck. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts. That was all in the past. Things were different. Sabin wouldn't let the cobra or anyone else get him.

He grinned nervously at her, still on edge after his self-induced panic attack. "Sss... Sssabin's nice though. He'sss helped me out... loadsss'a times. Y'never met him?"

"Don'... bloody care.... stupid idea..." The depressive cepholopod murmured, using two limbs that weren't clutching the older man's cane to strike the match. As always, it seemed the cigarette gave him just enough pep to perk through the machine around his neck. He peered through red bangs at the fish man beside him, mind trucking along the same lines, "Are there... drinks...?"

"Yeah... Wanna?"

Booze was the last thing Billy needed, but how could Sid deny him when they both wanted the same thing? It was downright serendipitous... and if a few repeated doses from the collar couldn't kill the octopus then how could a few drinks? It'd be fine, really. He already wasn't exactly thinking clearly himself, but that didn't matter.

His own mind made up, Sid started moving towards the drinks table before Billy could reply.

Aubrey and Moreau. Now, Ginerva had respect for Moreau, grudging though it was. He was, after all, the one who'd set her up with this job. She'd be stuck in a dead end - or an institution - if he hadn't. But Aubrey... Ginerva didn't even consider her a doctor. She'd whored her way to the top.
"Of course I believe you," she said soothingly. "Though," her voice returned to its high, excited state. "I'm sure it wouldn't have been a great loss if she'd been... lost." She whispered this part very quietly and very intensely. She couldn't afford to be heard. "At least from what I've heard."

"Sabin, on the other hand..." She wanted to hear what Zach thought of him. " I have not had the pleasure. Could you tell me about him? Surely he must be a master among them all..."

She blushed at his compliment, her skin under the thin layer of fur turning pinker than it already was.

Step outside? Little lights flashed deep inside her head, but she was blind to them. She knew that she wanted to give him another chance. She knew... that he was a friend. Yes, a friend.
Besides, she was feeling awfully stuffy. A breather would be just the thing for her right now.

"Yess. I think that would be a ssplendid idea..."
She offered him her hand.

"You as well. Bia, was it?" Emelyn smiled again, more to attempt to put the woman at some sort of ease than to suggest that she thought of it as a fond thing to see yet another person brought to Hell Island. Not that it looked like she was too recent an unwanted "Moreau Survivor Series" contestant- her beak and feathers were as distinct a first transformation as any she had ever seen.

Emelyn had no real first impression of the dark woman, except to feel a pang at seeing the starts of another 'aviator'. She thought of Greer, and wondered how long it would be before her friend would come out of hiding. Though, she realized, much of their separation must be her own fault... for if either of them were to be categorized as 'hiding', surely, it must be the hedgehog woman who had spurned society and stowed herself in a cave for all those long months. Adapting to life in the village- and "life" again, in general- was to be more difficult than she would have imagined.

She addressed her next statement to the both of them, looking between the bird-woman and the snake-man with a muddled expression of wonder. "So... how many new people have there been, recently? I see so many of...them, around." She stopped herself from saying 'you'. It seemed wholly inappropriate in present company.

Oh the foods! Sandwiches, vegetable dips, jello, Gaius had been totally enthralled sampling from the table and helping himself to a little of everything, almost totally oblivious to the rest of the party. It wasn't until he realized he was still thirsty and had forgotten to get a drink that Gaius looked up. There was a big furry fellow with a metal head over by the meats - Gaius shuddered inwardly. How could anyone eat that bloody stuff? And more people had shown up too. It was really quite the party!

Picking up his sandwitch-pilled plate, Gaius turned towards the drinks table, and spotted the guys hanging about there. The one with the terrible underbite was quite recognizeable as Sid, but he saw the red hair of the other and did a double-take. A doctor in a wheelchair? But then he caught the unmistakeable purple-blue skin and squishy limbs, belonging to the one and only octopus-man. Gaius hesitated. He'd been wondering what in the world had happened to that guy ever since he vanished after that first booze drop-off. Well, only one way to find out!

Walking over determinedly, he gave Sid a wave and addressed Billy. "Hey! Bill, right? I haven't seen you in ages!"