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Finally making it to the cafeteria took longer than expected. Roxie was doing a bit better, walking the way made her mind concentrate more on the task of walking instead of the pain in her head and stomach. Going through the doors of the food dinning establishment brought little warmth seeing few people there. Inhaling the sweet aroma of foods--some familiar others not--did the girl find a bit more strength to make it from the door to the table Bing had chose for them.

She paid no mind to the fox’s actions or Ryan’s little joke. Forcing one foot to move after the other did she walk over to the table, take a seat and promptly placed her arms and head down. She felt exhausted from the foreign microorganisms swimming around in her body. All to make her life harder to live…maybe if she ate something would she regain more strength. Her stomach pains were down to a minimum, a sizable amount she could tolerate. “Think they have soup?” Mumbled the girl, raising her head a little, feeling sweat on her arm where her head once rested.

Great now she was getting a fever too…was it going to rain? Because then that would really make her day.

Had the cafeteria always been so far? Maybe it only seems far when you really want to get there, Noah decided. The mouse man stood in the doorway apprehensively for a little bit before he went over to the table everyone had staked out and sat down. He sighed and rested his head on the table tiredly, arms hanging limply at his sides.

He let a long breath out and then sucked a fresh one in. Ah, the cafeteria here smelled much better than the one at the old labs. He lifted his head up and leaned back on his chair, taking care to sit in a way that didn't crush what small tail he had.

He twitched an eyebrow up at Michel's antics, almost smiling. Almost. His entire body was trembling lightly, probably from sensual overload. He was sitting to eat with two predators that preyed on...well, animals like him (or rather, what he was becoming) and he was surrounded by a group of people- a rather uncommon occurrence for the shy German. He felt like every action he was taking was fighting some instinct- he wanted to be alone, but something inside told him to seek out others. He wanted to run from the fox but common sense told him to shut up and sit down. Maybe it was the conflicting emotions that was causing the light shaking as well.

He felt, for a moment, as if he wanted to laugh. Laugh at everything. Laugh at how ridiculous the kookaburra was. Laugh at the sheer fact there was an anthropomorphic kookaburra on the table. Laugh at the utter insanity his life had become.

All he managed was a small, stifled giggle, shaking his head gently in disbelief of...well, everything.

He figured...he could go up with whoever went to fetch soup for Roxie...he needed food of his own. Pasta. No sauce, though. Why the craving for pasta? Maybe a piece of toast too...with some peanut butter spread on it. Oh, that sounded wonderful. He just wanted some food. He'd figure out his meal plan when he got up there.

He leaned forward again, and took a minute to regain his composure some before talking.

"I...ah, I vill...be going up to procure some food for meinself so...I'll go..." he offered, somewhat shyly.

Crossing the threshold of the cafeteria, Ryand shivered at the air conditioning. His average body temperature had dropped by several degrees, so the cold affected him more than it would a human. It didn't help that all he had on was a towel and a sparse coating of fur.

Michel's antics had Ryan smiling. It reminded him of high school. Those had been better days...No! Don't dwell on the past, especially not when that past might as well have belonged to someone else at this point. Michel might have thought only Roxie could hear him, but with his large ears, Ryan heard him anyways. A smaller, more genuine smile came to Ryan's snout. It was touching gesture on Michel's part. That weird little laugh from Noah though; hopefully he wasn't going to have a breakdown.

Up at the counter, Ryan browsed the selection. For the most part, if something looked good, he put it on his plate.

"What did you want to get, Bing?" He figured he may as well help the guy out. He could end up being in the same situation eventually.

If under better situations Roxie would've laughed at Michel's little comedy act...but since she was sick, feeling like crap...the act didn't appeal to her very much. A lot of people weren't nice or even decently nice when sick and unfortunately for the males that's how Roxie became at times. A small groan escaped her lips, wishing for there to be a blanket of silence to come over the entire cafeteria. Her headache wasn't lighting up and...another new comer.

'Great...' Sarcasm was laced in that thought as Roxie shifted over a little to let the guy sit down. Her head was back in its original position, laying on top of her arms. "Be my guest." Mumbled she, wondering just why all the males were coming to her. Any other girl would've been thrilled to have so many guys just hanging around but.

One, she was sick. Two, Roxie was on an island full of humans turning into animals. And three...She just wasn't in the mood. 'God what did I do to make you hate me so much?'

[...you know what, screw it. I'm posting. The order's TOTALLY derailed now anyways -.-;;]

Noah had stacked on his tray a nice pile of fruits from the salad bar, along with some vegetables. He had also procured from the buffet a small bowl of shell pasta, though he hadn't bothered to put any sauce on it. Chalk it up to the weird cravings. He knew he'd regret it later, since he had managed to choose foods that would get very ungraciously stuck in his braces, but he was hungry dammit. For the first time in days since his change, he was honestly hungry.

He was eying the rest of the buffet for anything else that seemed particularly palatable when he heard Bing speak out from next to him. He looked down, suppressing a jolt, figuring that he should help the fox. It must be difficult to carry a tray or grab food when you didn't have the ability to use opposable thumbs. Or stand upright. Even though Bing made him nervous, Noah pitied him.

He was about to ask the fox what he wanted, or how he could help when Ryan asked instead. Of course, he didn't have any time to echo the sentiments as the presence of another islander entering rather loudly pulled his attention. His ears perked and he stiffened some, turning around quickly, dropping a few grapes off his tray on the process.

What the hell is THAT? he mentally blurted, his mouth gaping at the newcomer. Was it...some sort of lizard...? Dear lord, maybe he was lucky to be just turning into a mouse. He quickly nixed that thought though...there was nothing lucky about being a mouse considering nearly every animal bigger than you found you to be a suitable meal. He bet nothing tried to eat whatever that fellow had become, or did so with limited results.

No one's lucky here. We're all damned, he thought sadly.

He eyed Roxie, who was laying slumped at the table. The poor girl must not have felt good at all. He looked back at Bing and replied, at long last. "It vould seem...zat Ryan vill be helping you, ja? I...I'm going to go sit vith Miss Roxie. She looks deeply unhappy." he uttered, taking the opportunity to sneak back to the table.

He set his tray down gently on the table, sitting next to Roxie, on the opposite side of the...lizard man. He picked up his fork and poked at his pasta a bit, trying to think of what to say. he had to stop himself from asking if Roxie was okay...because clearly she wasn't.

"Zhe other...zhey vill find you some good food. Maybe you vill feel better after you eat." he ventured, careful consuming a spoonful of pasta. Thankfully, eating wasn't too hard...despite his oversized incisors. Difficult and a little weird? Certainly. But impossible? Hardly.

Seeing the delivery of various pills to Roxie, Marty finaly caught on.

"Ah, so you're sick. Sorry about my loud entrance then, I realize that must have been a bit of an annoyance."

He turned his attention to Noah, "You know, you ought to head over to the clinic before long and see if they can do something about your braces. I doubt much good will come if you leave them on."

Marty sat for a second looking as though he was suddenly contemplating something, lost in thought, before turning his attention to his food and continuing to eat in relitive silence.

[o lawd, POST RUSH KEKEKE]

Noah poked at his food, watching the kookaburra's exit and eventual entry with a dull interest. He picked up a bottle of watter he had brought along with his food, taking a mouthful and swishing it around in an attempt to dislodge any food in his braces. He swallowed the mouthful and repeated the process once more.

Finally content with the state of his mouth he looked up to address the lizard-man. He still gave the mouse-man chills....oh why did he have to run into all the changed Islanders tonight?

"I...if I could just get zhe vires off, zhen it wouldn't be so much of a bozher." he said, lowering his head some, and resting his hands-- in what he thought was a nonchalant way-- over his mouth.

He hated his braces. He hated the fact he had them. He was too old for braces now. He felt a blush creep across his cheeks and groaned inwardly.

The wires had been pulled taut as it was since the change had caused Noah's front teeth to grow, and the whole situation was making his mouth very sore. Almost as sore as when he got the wires tightened at the Ortho's...maybe worse. He had realized that even a few mouthfuls of pasta had been slightly painful to eat, and that was a fairly soft food! He looked at the crisp vegetables with longing, but he knew THOSE would be even harder to eat.

It figured, he was actually hungry and he couldn't eat comfortably. Stupid braces. He was almost tempted to take a fork or knife and try to break the wires, but he decided against it. It was unsafe, and would require a lot of force. Plus, even if he got the wire broken, he wouldn't be able to pull the wire loose. His orthodontist had to use what looked like pliers to remove the wires when he got them changed. He was pretty sure that the bands would have to be popped off too...maybe he should just go to the clinic sometime.

Bing yawned and let out a wow-like squeak, sticking out his long canine tongue. He was tired, but feeling tranquil.

Roxie on the other hand, seemed like she was going to explode.

He simply watched as this went on. It was apparent that Mr. Thorny man was being taken the wrong way, who could blame her though? Look at him, he didn't exactly scream out popularity for the newbies. Ah well, new islanders freak out about him all the time, it was one of those things you got used to.