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Matthew watched Ambrose worriedly as the man ran off.

"Is he going to be alright?"

An uneasy feeling had begun to develop in the back of his mind. There had to be some plausible explanation for why things weren't adding up. It was, after all, easy to be misinformed, and easier to spread it. Maybe there had been some mix up in communication between all of them and the doctor?

He poked at his remaining spaghetti with the tines of his fork. For some reason, he didn't feel quite so hungry anymore.

"I... I hope so." Greer looked at her tray for a moment, before shaking her head and picking it up.

"I should go draw up a research strategy for looking at the mosquito populations on the island, although until I get collector nets I won't be able to conduct a prper survey."

Busing her tray, she returned to the table. She wasn't sure why, but she wanted to look at the mosquito populations without her hosts' knowledge.

"Do you think Aubrey or the Doctor would get me collection netting? I need it for general insect studies anyway, so they don't have to know it's for mosquito collection specifically."

Turning to the Dude, she did her best to recap. "It seems it's possible we're being systematically lied to by our hosts."

Matthew couldn't quite surpress a sudden jolt that ran through his spine. He'd just gotten here. He hadn't even been here a day. Why couldn't this strange stuff at least have waited until he'd gotten a proper chance to relax?!

"If you need it anyway, Greer, you could probably go catch mosquitos without their knowledge. And even if they knew you were collecting a certain kind of insect, would they really notice?" He didn't know what Greer was here for, or her relation to Dr. Moreau's studies. But she seemed to be on the inquiring side of things, as opposed to the official...

He held the side of his face with one hand. Whether from the conversation or the immunization he'd gotten earlier, he couldn't tell, but something was giving him the start of a headache.

She nodded, making up her mind. She'd track down someone official tomorrow and get her netting. She always felt better when she was working on things.

"Only people versed in collection insect specimines will notice the difference in net types. As far as I can tell, we won't have that problem."

Of course, if the things other people had been told weren't true, that meant there was a chance they'd lied about her chance to be a field entomologist- Greer stopped herself. No, the idea that her dream had finally been in her grasp and was now being yanked away wasn't something she could deal with. She needed to be calm. She had work to do.

Standing, she smiled at her companions. "Thanks for letting me eat with you guys. I'm going to go start planning my study - I'll keep you two and Ambrose updated on what I find. See you later!"

She charged off, mind made up and on a mission. When she was this gung ho about something, there was a chance she wouldn't sleep tonight.

((Thanks for thr rp guys - I'm off for the night. Bye!))

Matthew looked up from his muddled thoughts, doing his best to give a cheery half-smile after Greer.

"It was nice getting to meet you, and good luck... please let us know if you find anything." At least someone had an idea of where to start looking. He still hoped this was just a misunderstanding of some sort...

Looking up at the Dude, he shook his head.

"I didn't even know it was privately owned, let alone by who. It just had really good rates available. I haven't seen anyone else here for my reasons, though. I was told they'd be arriving later, but... well, I guess we'll see."

Matthew poked halfheartedly at the remaining meatball and pile of spaghetti on his plate.

"You probably know him as well as I do. I just met him when I arrived here, and got my immunizations. Or whatever they were." His expression darkened a bit, and he seemed suddenly very focused on a speck beside his tray.

((He's 25, and yeah, he's quite youthful looking.))

Matthew took a deep breath, sighing. The Dude did have a point... this was a modern day world, with modern day consequences. Even if the worst possible case scenario was true, and Dr. Moreau had lied to them all...

But he was still skeptical of that possibility. He was more confused, than anything else, and he hated not knowing what was going on. He looked up at the other man, giving a slight nod.

"True..."

Talk about a wonderful way to start a vacation.