Welcome to Gaia! ::

The flamingo's long neck jerked back as she was asserted by the seemingly more-than-middle-aged man. "Well..." Jasmine started, her eyes in more of a shocked state as she heard the desperation in the man's voice. "Once I changed the second time, I stopped counting how long I've been here... But I think that its about four or five months... Or maybe more..." At this point, her voice had become airy and hard to understand, then she just shut up. Looking to the man that had suffered the headache, she now guessed that he was a ways away from changing.

"Ease off, Alan. She doesn't deserve that." Alan was starting to piss him off with how easily he got angry.

"Myself? 16 days, so I should be due for my first sometime soon, I guess."

He sat back for a moment, thinking. "You know, I just realized I don't know the names of anyone but Alan here. I'm Ryan, by the way."

Peter Valleck considered not saying anything just in case this was some REALLY messed up interrorgation, until he realized his wallet was still in his pocket. ID, the works. People who cared knew. "Valleck... Peter Valleck, but I get called by eirther." The pain had him sweating like the average person, which was pretty rare for him, considering how hot it usually was in the club. Well, maybe it was more than the heat. Regardless, he used his fedora to fan himself.

Nicky Giovanni...Peter Valleck...Alan made a mental note for later to try to remember these two, but a small part of his human mind knew that he probably wouldn't if he didn't see them too long. They say that with age the mind is among one of the last things to go...and he had already lost the youthful vibrance of the rest of his body. Of course, being turned into an animal didn't necessarily help his memory.

Alan stared at the flamingo girl who suddenly started to write. "What's wrong, cat's got your tongue?" he asked, still not realizing the mental storm he was causing in the silent girl. Once again, Alan was not thinking about anybody but himself. Why should he?

Nicky glances at Peter again, wondering if he'd taken some bad drugs or something before getting here. Automatically though, Nicky looked down at him...Nicky hated drugs. Turned a good ally into a liablility. Ah well. Nicky didn't think he could use the kid anyway.

Upon hearing Alan's outburst toward the girl, Nicky himself got a angry at the donkey-man. His feelings toward him have gone from simple irritation to a loathing. He turned his head slowly toward Alan, that small smirk everpresent. "And here you are calling me rude and childish. Tell me, fatman, were you a jackass before coming to this island as well?"

Although he looked nonchalant about all of this, he was ready to spring into action instantly if Alan tried anything.

Jasmine's glare hardened at Alan's words. Usually she was not one to lose her temper or hold a grudge, but this guy was certainly going to be the first grudge. "It's called Selective Mutism, dipshit." She wrote before showing it to him.

Hearing Ryan's question sent her mind into the labs before flipping to a clean page. "I honestly don't know..."

Ryan did his best to ignore Alan. He was starting to see that he always acted like that. So he instead concentrated on talking to Jasmine.

"Yeah, for you to have that coloration, they're probably spending around a thousand dollars every couple weeks on supplements." It never occured to Ryan that she might be uncomfortable with the fact the labs were tainting her food and making her pink.

"Selective mutism huh? So does your voice just go out randomly?"