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Tommy gave a sheepish grin as she held her ears, "Ah s**t...sorry...I'm still trying to find a right frequency that doesn't bother people...I read that most bats do it almost constantly...so...yaknow, thought I may as well try to start controlling it now."

The bat-man frowned as she talked about how she stunk...and then that small moment of sadness...completely different from how she was acting before this. And then came the next shift...angry...and her comment afterward...Well...that's something that'll sober someone up pretty quick, given the circumstances. However, Tommy tried his best not to let it show. As he thought about it, he had a few options to take at the moment. One, completely disagree with her and more than likely gain another enemy...two, act noncommital to the idea and try to change the subject, which would also risk losing another potential friend...or three...go with it. Hell, if he acted like he at least partially agreed with her, he may get a decent friend in the process (who was pretty hot given the circumstances)...but...what if, like Zach, she had connections to the labs? It's obvious that she's pro-lab...but, if he could somehow finangle his way in...

Tommy let the thought drop, all of this taking place in the span of a split second. His decision was made. Tommy opened his mouth...and laughed along with Lauren's comment. "Goddamn, I'll tell ya...that guy was scared shitless. I dunno, I like to see myself as a nice guy by nature...but...some of the looks they give, yaknow? I just want the beat the s**t out of 'em for their goddamn ignorance..."

Tommy grinned and shook his head, "Nah heh...Don't think I could take one of 'em even if I did want to...Yeah...hell, I remember when I first found out about what was going on. Lessee...it was the first night after I woke up...I was still feeling like s**t after being out at sea for so long...I remember going outside my duplex for the first time and seeing this...fuzzy person walking toward me. I thought I just needed stronger glasses...but nope. It was this girl...Nita I think her name was...I dunno for sure, I haven't seen her since. She laid it out for me...I think I took it pretty well." He shrugged, shaking his head at the memory.

"Hmm...? Oh, I'm a huge movie buff, yeah...but um...I dunno, back at USAFA I was a Behavioral Science major."

Tommy gave a slight frown, wondering why her mood seemed to sink lower and lower. He decided not to comment on it at the moment, and pretended like they were still having a good time. "Hah! Yeah...I'm a closet dork at heart," he said with a nod. "But nah, I just think that stuff's interesting as all hell. Finding out why people do the things they do...and getting them to do what you want to do." He grinned, which may have seemed rather evil, considering the fangs.

Tommy nodded enthusiastically, "Really? Yeah, I've always loved the subject. One of the main reasons I like movies so much. I love to see how people react to them...like what scenes can produce what emotions along with music, lighting, and stuff like that."

He trailed off as she began speaking again. He tried his best not to freak the hell out right then and there. Lauren seemed to be in much deeper than he could ever have dreamed of. Studying with the labs...? With Moreau himself? He gives a silent prayer that she never finds out about his assassination attempt on Moreau...how him and Alec once held Aubrey's life on the brink and actually managed to get Moreau to come to them. He shuddered slightly at the thought while he continued to keep up the facade.

"Goddamn, that's gotta be interesting...working with a great mind like that," he said truthfully...a great mind could also be a terrible thing. "Really? Wow...yeah, I've got some experience with editing myself...so if you need some help with that, lemme know, eh?"

"Yeah, I used to do a bunch of film stuff back in school, I'd be happy to help," he said...and despite his feelings toward her views...he was actually excited about this.


"But yeah, same here Lauren...and sure, go do what'cha gotta do." He grinned as she said to stay in touch, "Cool, I'm in 54 if you ever need anythi..." he trailed off as she gave him the kiss on his cheek. He looked at her with wide eyes. "Dude...that's the most action I've gotten in about a year," he said, only half-serious. Enough so that she wouldn't think he didn't appreciate it. Even though there was humor in it, he couldn't help blushing.

New RP - Oz and Marshall

When exhaustion finally caught upto Oz, it hit him and hit him HARD. He slept for a good 30+ hours, waking only occasionally to fulfil a need of some sort - water, food or bathroom break. So far, he hadn't managed to break the couch, despite his size and feverish sleep. The fruitbowl Nita had left for him was still there, only a few items removed and laying in Oz's stomach now.

It was actually April 3rd, mid-morning. But with the recent prank courtesy of the staff, the date was closer to 30th August in most Islander's minds. Waking up on April Fool's Day to see that you'd somehow skipped several months of your life...well..that could wreak havoc on someone already feeling the strain.

Like poor Oz.

His dreams were filled with horrific nightmares about being tortured, injected with more and more things until there was nothing left of him. He grunted and whined in his sleep.

Oz rolled around, stretching one expansive arm into the air briefly as he grunted and then settled again. Eyes sort of blinked vaguely, at least confirming some sign of life. But he did little else. His senses were still numb from the change and the groggy sleep. He could barely tell Marshall was there.