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Bobby mumbled under her breath, "No, those animals are not native to the area...."

She looked over at Kaveri and smiled, "There is absolutely no harm in meeting your neighbors. In fact, I think many of them would enjoy your company. I know for myself it was a pleasant surprise to have you knock on my door!"

As the turned the corner, the Town Hall loomed ahead. And with it, the cafeteria. Bobby walked the last few strides with an unusual gusto. She was fairly hungry and needed to restock! Opening the big doors, Bobby stood aside to allow Kaveri to enter, "By all means...." She winked, and then lead the way to the buffet.

...What was that? Kaveri didn't catch what Bobby had muttered about the animals. But she doesn't really mind, and continues to follow her.

"I want to get to know people around here, y'know? See how cool everyone is, see what they're like." She offers a friendly smile, twirling a finger around a stray black dred, "that's awesome, I'm really glad Sabin pointed me your way. You're really nice."

She grins, and eagerly follows Bobby to the buffet. "Oh, man! Look at all of this stuff!"

Bobby smiled, "Well thank you. I think you're really nice too.... I may have to hunt down this Sabin and thank him myself." Of course, her version was probably different and included a few nice, 'if looks could kill' glares for stabbing someone like Kaveri with one of the injections.

"Everyone I've met are nice as well. I hear there are a few, not so nice people, though." She couldn't help but think of what Emelyn had told her the other day about being attacked.

"Dig in, compliments of the doctor....!" Bobby walked to the buffet. She tried to best to make the quickest combinations. By the time she was done she had six entrees and two desserts... with miscellaneous fruits.

"I look forward to going around the commune and meeting everyone," she nods, then sidles up to the buffet and picks up a tray. She deliberately looks over the entrees, picking up what appears to be a tofu sandwich and some veggie spring rolls.

While parts of the selection here is rather unusual -- raw meat?! -- there seems to be something for everyone. Kavvi grabs a few fruits and a packet of juice, but passes on the dessert. The presence of the meat makes the vegan wrinkle her nose with disgust, but the fact the buffet serves tofu makes up for that awful fact. She can only hope the animal was killed humanely.

"Man, this stuff is pretty nice," Kaveri says in regards to the food she's put on her tray, "but honestly? I can't wait until I'm able to produce my own food and prepare it myself. I brought over some vegetable seeds with me so I can start a garden. Would you be interested in helping me with that later?"

Bobby smiled, her first entree devoured by the time Kaveri sat down. She smiled, her face suspiciously clean. "I qould love to! I used to have a garden at home, but it wasn't the best. New York City isn't always the best place to try to grow your own vegetables. I am shocked you got them passed customs...."

She picked up and apple and ate that too; core, stem, and all. Starting on her next dish, Bobby looked up at the other woman, "Where were you from, if you don't mind me asking?"

Bobby seemed to be opening up a little more now that food was involved.

"Oh, you're from New York? I've been there once," Kaveri says as she sits down, picking up a spring roll and nibbling on it. While the fact that Bobby can eat an entire apple does unnerve Kavvi a bit, she doesn't show any outward reactions. It might just be who Bobby is! People have different eating habits, who's she to say what's right?

"I'm from Oly. Better known on the map as Olympia. It's a city in Washington," she says, looking rather happy as she speaks of her hometown, "the capitol of the state. But it's really peaceful around there, you know? There are a lot of community-orientated things there, like a community theatre and stuff."

Bobby smiled, "That must have been nice. New York was very fast-paced. While I didn't feel it was the right place to raise our kids, both me and Trevor were in love with the city and couldn't imagine living anywhere else." As much of an after-thought, the woman sighed. She really had loved the city, even with all it's corruptness... but she was stuck here, turning into a real pig this time.

"Did you have a family back at home?" While she thought Kaveri looked old enough to have broken any ties with her parents, one could never be too sure these days.

"That was kinda like me and Oly," Kaveri smiles dreamily, "I probably would have stayed there if I weren't offered the chance to live here. But everything is so nice here - it's a beautiful island, and I don't have to worry about anything here but the bugs."

"Oh, family? My mom and dad still live in Oly, although they've been doing lots of traveling lately. Hopping trains and hitchhiking to see the country, you know? They really love stuff like that," the woman grins, finishing her spring roll and moving on to the sandwich.

"But man," she continues, "it is really nice for me to finally have a home for once."

Bobby wasn't sure if she could stand the pretense anymore. She leaned back, setting down her fork. A frown was written over her whole face. "Well, you'll be here for awhile......" Sighing, the woman lost her appetite. Kaveri had parents and at least a lover at home.... she deserved to know she would never see them again.

"I don't know what they told you... but, this Island is a prison.... lavish, yes, but still a prison." Poking at her food with a long, flat nail, Bobby looked up at Kaveri, "When I listed the animals, I wasn't entirely truthful.... every one of them are humans.... turning into animals. The shot you received when you arrived starts the process."

She could hardly look Kaveri in the face, but she eventually lifted her eyes. "I'm sorry..."

"Of course I'll be here a while," Kaveri says, albeit a little confused about why Bobby is frowning, "I was invited to live here, since this is a commune and all -- and I don't intend to go back to America any time soon, not at all."

"A prison?" Kaveri repeats, but quiets down to listen. When Bobby reveals the horrible secret of the Island, Kaveri honestly can't think of any other way to react but with laughter - people turning into animals? That's impossible! Kavvi is starting to get the impression that her newfound friend is an avid fan of science fiction. "You've got a really active imagination, you know that? That's really cool! We should write a story together."

Bobby mumbled something about thick skulls as she looked to the side. Then she stood up, the pig a little irritated at being laughed at. "You are one of the rare people that came here of their own free will.... but you are just like everyone else in that you had no idea what was in store for you."

After saying that, Bobby moved to the side, "I am not very far along in the process... so I am not a very good model." The idea of her as a super model almost made her snort... but she was trying to prove a point here!

Liftinf her shirts, the woman showed off the extra siz nipples. Holding them up with one hand, she gave Kaveri a side view, her large butt hanging over with a small tail extending from her spine, "Does this look normal? You cannot even get surgery to get these things to look so real."

In her mood, her little tail wagged a little as Bobby was showing it off. She looked down at just the right time. Her eyes widened in a confused expression, "Humrph, it's never done that before...." The pig was easily distracted.

...well.

THAT gets Kaveri to shut her mouth well enough.

"Come on," she says, her voice suddenly barely audible. "It can't be that bad, can it?"

Well, at least not until Bobby gives her a little 'show.' She stares with wide eyes, trying hard not to drop her jaw. She knew there was something 'off' about the lady, but... six nipples? The tail?

"No... no," Kaveri shook her head, raising her voice and squeezing her eyes shut, "this is just from the shot ******** with my head. This can't be real..! Cut it out! Urrgh... maybe I should have just slept that thing off... I refuse to believe that any of this is real!"

She buries her face in her hands - she wanted to see no more. "I just... I should just... I don't know. If this is a joke, I want you to stop it now because it's not funny anymore."

Bobby put her shirt down and looked sadly at Kaveri, "Oh, I wish it was just a joke, because then I could go back to my kids, my husband, my family. I pray every day that I'll wake up in the morning to see my husband sleeping next to me... even to hear the gunshots echoing in the alleys would be a blessing."

She felt there was nothing else to do. The woman felt the day couldn't get any worse. Packing up the rest of the food, Bobby rested a hand on Kaveri's shoulder. "I'm sorry dear, I truly wish it wasn't me that had to tell you. We all have that person that exposes the truth... and you never forget them."

With one last sigh, Bobby flung the sack over her shoulder and walked to the door. She paused and looked back, halfway out, "Take care, Kaveri. I do hope you invite me to help with you garden. To get back to your duplex, just take the turn and head down. I'd take you around more... but I think you may want some time to yourself."

They say you know you're a lover of music when your first waking moment (whatever time of day it happens to be) is filled with thoughts of music. Although this is no real testament to one's natural talent, some people tend to go with what they feel is right regardless.

Take our lovely irish boy. Strapping young lad.

Banging on his drums at the first lick of sunshine.

The choice for today's performance was rather ambiguous, as if Alec was attempting to actually create some original stuff for once. Maybe he was still hung over. Nonetheless, he was having a hell of a time playing by himself in his duplex, oblivious to the fact that it was still quite early in the morning.

Bobby woke up in the morning, bothered by dreams of memories... but.... corrupted. They disturbed her and woke her up earlier than usual. She grabbed her sack and started her daily routine... to the cafeteria.

The pig ate her fill and stuffed her sack, as usual, with more food. She was about to walk up the stairs to her own duplex when the sound of a percussion set reached her delicate ears. Turning her head to the wind, Bobby realized it was further down the duplexes that the sound was originating. She walked her way there, sack over her shoulder.

Finally, she reached it. Bobby walked to the door and knocked as hard as she could, competing with the noise. When there was no answer, the woman let herself in. She closed the door and leaned on the frame, watching the punk-haired young man bang away at his drums. It helped make her feel like home.... now, it really just needed a base guitar for effect

Alec kept right on going as Bobby let herself in, his eyes were tuned on the instrument as he played away without any notice to his surroundings. Eventually half-way through his little "bridge", the irish boy glanced up and caught sight of the... piggish lady in his doorway.

At this point he was oddly used to all the anomalies the island tossed at him, evident by his lack of surprise at finding some strange woman inside his duplex. He reached out quick and snapped hold on a symbol with his fingers to cut the sound short, now fully attentive of her presence. "G'mornin!" He chirped energetically, clearly awake for quite some time.

Bobby smiled toothily, her bottom fangs glinting in the strange lighting of the duplex, "Good morning." She finally looked around the place it noticed it a mess. Not that she really minded, it was still better than some of the places she'd been.

"Are you hungry?" the woman nudged the sack of food at her feet with a toe. She still hadn't left the door. While Bobby didn't feel threatened, she also felt that she had definitely intruded, and was ready to leave if asked to.

Alec leaned over on his stool to peer at the bag at Bobby's feet. "Food n' the'bag?" He asked though automatically smiled, finding the situation both amusing and somehow welcoming at the same time. "Ye sure." He got up from his drum set to quickly side-step towards his bed, grabbing clothes and items and tosses when into a pile on the floor somewhere. "C'mon in."

Bobby snickered, "No, not food. I've got voodoo dolls of all the staff members and I plan on on torturing them later today..." She was obviously joking. Heck, she only knew about Doctor Moreau and just assumed Sabin from speaking to another islander. "Yes, it's food. Some of it I mixed and prepared, and the others are pretty much snacks like fruit."

At the invitation, the woman finally stood up straight and walked in further, reaching down to grab the sack while she did. "Were you in a band?" Bobby motioned at the drum set. She found the couch and pushed things aside before sitting down. The woman would have sat on the stuff, but didn't think this man would appreciate her fat a** on his things.

If she hadn't ellaborated, Alec probably would've believed she was some voodoo priestess. Hell, why not? "Cool." He plainly responded, plopping onto his bed across from the couch after she had made herself comfortable. He glanced back to his drums at the question, shaking his head solemnly. "Neh, just a hobbeh." He shrugged, not knowing how to further describe his 'aspirations' clearer than that.

"Wa's ye storeh?" He peeked at the bag, hoping there was something sugary in there somewhere.

Seeing that the bag was being watched, Bobby tossed it over after pulling out three apples. It landed expertly a hand's-width from his side. At first, Bobby eyed Alec, unsure how he would take to her previous profession. She didn't think he would take it too well... but that was just being stereotypical, wouldn't it? Mentally, the woman shrugged. What did it matter? They're all stuck on this Island and cannot go back. By this man's reaction, he already knew that. Besides, would it be worse to lie?

Letting the pause settle for a little while longer, the pig took a bite of the first apple. After chewing and swallowing, Bobby told at least a very run-down version of her story. "I was chasing a criminal, was knocked unconscious, and woke up here." This time, she really did shrug, as if her story was nothing special and hadn't in fact made her hesitate. "What's your's?"

Alec furrowed his nose as he rummaged through her bag, listening to her story simutaneously. Finding mostly fruit, he retrieved an apple from inside. "Got told a' was gonna be a rock stah." He muttered, nibbling on the skin of the fruit near the stem. "Fat chance." He smirked and chuckled before realizing his folly. In a quick motion to save himself, he shoved the apple in his mouth to take a huge bite.

"Chasin' a bad guy?" He repeated as he chomped with a full mouth, as if it was hard to believe. 'Super hero' came to mind from Saturday morning cartoons, though he couldn't... wouldn't picture her in spandex. "Coppah?"

Bobby could only snort in a very piggish at the phrase 'fat chance'. Fat was definitely the correct word for it. She had worked her way to the core, nibbling in fact. The woman didn't want to seem too much of a pig... although, given the circumstance not much else would be able to give a different impression.

"Yeah, I was a cop," she bit throught the core. Bobby couldn't help but smile, "I won't be chasing any bad guys now... they'd be miles ahead in a matter of mere seconds."

Alec couldn't help but burst into a fit of immature laughter, holding the back of his hand to his face so he didn't spew any more food out than usual customary tradition. "No' bad." He genuinely looked impressed. She didn't look like the type to be a policeman, then again people had inner strengths all the time. Besides, he barely knew her. "Eh, m'name's Alec." He suddenly remembered and quickly blurted out, forgetting to properly introduce himself again.

Bobby watched Alec laugh. It wasn't a very common sound here on the Island. She did appreciate not seeing is mucused-covered apple though... "Nice to meet you, my name's Bobby."

With a sigh, the woman leaned into the couch, "If you're wondering, I wasn't always this fat.... I just hope you aren't turning into anything so... grotesque. I don't want that on anyone."

Alec sobered as she slumped on the couch, suddenly feeling bad he found her comment so humorous. He may have been 17 but he knew girls were sensitive about their weight. "Sorreh." He mumbled, taking another bite. "A' kinda guessed." Admittedly, he didn't want to turn into a fat thing either. But he wouldn't voice his sorrows of uncertainty, seeing as he refused to ask the staff. "Ye don' look tha' bad." He tried to make things better, a weakeness of his.

Bobby peeked over at Alec from behind her half-eaten apple. "No harm done. You cannot possible say or do anything that could make the situation worse." While is sounded depressing, the woman's tone said it was just a matter-of-fact and that she was at least starting to detach herself from the situation.

"Aww, thanks." The woman started to grin, "Now you're just being nice..... Well! I was never a very thin thing.... got worse when I popped three children out, but working out and exercising kept that at bay. Ever since my change, though." Bobby shook her head, "It's all been worthless. I doubt even lypo-suction would help at this stage."

"Ye hitched with lil' snappehs?" He looked visibly shocked by this, Bobby being the first person he'd met so far that had an actual family that she could potentially miss. "Now thas a crime righ' there." The boy glared at the apple before taking another, smaller bite this time. News like this only proved to further irritate the hatred that was steadily growing for the staff members of this place. To have a family torn apart, well... he knew how that felt. But in the case of the island 'paradise', it was completely preventable.

Bobby eyed Alec, her own anger at leaving her children and husband flashing in her eyes. There wasn't many things that she regretted in her life... not even her affairs -which she was completely sorry for-. But, to never tell her children or husband that she loved them... to never appologize to Trevor... well, she would give about anything for that.

Before the anger of the pig took control of her, Bobby stuffed the rest of the apple in her mouth and crunched down hard. One of the bottom fangs pierced her top lip, and the blood mixed with apple as she chewed it. After swallowing all of it, the woman took a deep breath, "Yeah.... A crime for sure, that will never be atoned from or put to justice."

Alec quieted, finishing his work on the apple and tossing the core into a spare wastebasket nearby. "Ye." He sighed stretching out his neck, oblivious to the rising level of anger in the pigwoman. "They'll get their's." Was all he could utter, not knowing what to say. It was good he had never been into the whole 'self pity' thing because clearly his life didn't suck as hard as some of the other unfortunate members of this island confine.

Bobby stood up and stretched, her extra nipples peaking out of her shirt. "I should probably get going. I don't really have anything to do, but I think I have impeded enough." She walked towards the door and turned around about halfway there, "If you want, you can keep the bag with food. I have more in my duplex."

The woman smiled. Her face hid the anger and sadness that was building up behind the mask. It wasn't Alec's fault, but now... well, she wanted to be alone. Unfortunately, this happened fairly often whenever her own misfortunes were brought up... surely, someone has it worse off then her, right?

Alec looked a little uncomfortable and perplexed when Bobby rose to leave, watching her make her way to the door before glancing down at the bag beside him. "Ah, thanks." He managed to say, feeling bad that he had obviously insulted or upset her somehow. "Seeya around, aye? Drop by?" He felt good when Bobby first came to visit, like he had nothing to fear and could trust and look up to her. Hopefully she'd be able to work out her inner demons soon enough.

Bobby smiled once more. She obviously was not very conscious of the bottom fangs, or chose to ignore their presence. Hopefully, they were not too intimidating. "Don't worry about me, I'm a big girl," the woman winked, as if to show there were no hard feelings.... it wasn't Alec's fault anyways.

At the door, the pig turned and saluted, "Definitely, wild horses couldn't keep me away!" That said, Bobby snuck out the door and closed it gently.

She walked back to her duplex, considering her options. The woman made plans, and in them, a lot of food was required.

The days meshed together. Usually, Bobby couldn't recall the passage of time while in civilization, and it was worse out here. Sometimes Bobby would sleep through a whole day, and wake up to a ravenous stomach. She never got to be as hungry as she had with her first change, but it was on the verge of close. After the fifth day of eating (so more like seventh day of isolation), Bobby ran out of food. She had long since become a vegetarian; eating berries, figs, roots, nuts, and anything else the trees provided. Her new body mass prevented her from chasing any food, so she had to deal without any meat.

As for her 'exercise', well... Bobby actually felt sorry for the nearby trees. Almost every time she woke up, the woman would be in a rage, and take it out on the trees. While it caused damage to herself as well, she didn't care. Whenever feelings of regret, anger, loss, and sadness, came into her mind, Bobby would give in to the pig's violence.

Usually her day consisted of walking up, beating up a tree, eating, and then going back to sleep. It was a pretty pathetic existance, but necessary for awhile.

Slowly, throughout the days, Bobby's beatings were less and less intense. Finally, she started waking up without the urge to harm something. It seemed as if the rage was gone, and all that was left was unavoidable acceptance, althought he pain of loss was still there.

After her refreshing time out in the wilderness, and her short rest back at the duplex, Bobby felt it was time to go meet see people again. She made a pit-stop at the cafeteria and grabbed some food, this time it was much easier to keep it down. Grabbing some chocolare cake and fruit, the woman went in search of one person that was always on her mind. Colche reminded her so much of her own children that the presence of the cheetah girl helped her cope with the Island. And, she had been away from everyone for so long. Her heart needed a little 'boost'.

Bobby stopped at the duplex and knocked, "Colche? Colche, are you there?"

She was of course in her duplex, her nose, firmly pressed in to her most recent book. She had discovered the joys of smaller text and a harder read by picking up Charlotts web which she now read, ever so slowly but surely spelling out the letters in to words. She had barely gotten a chapter in to the book, but already she was enjoying it, it was about a pig called wilbur. Her thought train was interrupted by the knock on her door, her blue eyes rose to look at it and a familiar voice echoed from the other side "Bobby!" she stated, ehr furrytail flickering as she waited for the door to open. It never was locked, she never quite got the jist of the kket and door locking thing.

At the sound of her name, Bobby assumed it was okay to just open the door and walk in. When she did, she saw Colche with a book. Upon seeing the title, the woman couldn't help but laugh a little. A story about a pig... in which a pig interrupts; how ironic.

"How are you, dear?" Bobby asked as she walked over and sat down next to the girl. With a floruish of the hand, the woman exposed the chocolate cake, "And this... is for you!"

Colche grins broadly "Okay" she puurrs, taking the chocolate cake with a broad childhish grin. "Thankyou" she smiles gently taking a little bite out of the cake as she set her book down to keep her place. She wasn't sure where she came up with this idea, but it seemed like a good one, it meant she only had to readfrom the top of the page again instead of from the beginning. "Bobby good? Missed me Birthday, seventeen now" she stated with a grin and a giggle "big princess Cheetah now" she smiles in a childish way closing her baby blue eyes, the smile on her lips speaking in reems of her 'accomplishment' at becoming a big cheetah insetad of a little one.

Bobby sighed sadly, "Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea. I was..." she searched for the right words, "...I needed some time to myself for awhile and hadn't known. I am feeling better now, but I wish I hadn't missed you birthday."

At the girl's -no, young woman- pride, Bobby couldn't help but smiled and give her a one-armed hug, "Awww! They grow up so fast. Did you get a lot of gifts?"

Colche nodded "Uh huh, lots n lots, books, n tel..ee..scuh..oape" She still had to spell this word out, she ahdn't been out to play with it yet but Ambrose had said he would take her out to look at the stars with it. "Mommy, gave this" She pointed to the heart shaped locket around ehr neck and smiled happily. It was Aubreys last gift but her favourite thatw as for sure she wouldn't take it off for anything.

Bobby stiffened at the mention of Colche's mother. She had no idea what the cheetah's relations were with other people, but the way she interpreted it: "Colche, you mother is here too?" Of course that sparked another question, one that she hadn't dared asked before. The passing of time was usually too depressing, "Do you know when you birthday was? Did anyone mention a date?"

Colche smiled and carefully, for the clasp was a bit fiddly, opened the locket to show the picture of Aubrey and the otehr of herself in her own. "Aubrey Mommy" She stated with a puur. Date? "Uhmm.. Birthday May first" she stated, hoping that was right. as far as she was concerened may first was again tomorrow, though obviously that wasn't true Aubrey had said soon last time maybe it would be soon again, she enjoyed ehr birthday alot

Aubrey? This wasn't the first time Bobby had heard of the woman. It may have been Colche herself who mentioned her before. But it was evident that the cheetah-child, young woman, loved this Aubrey very much. "May first?" Bobby muttered, musing over that. So, she was approaching about three months on this island. Three months without her husband, children, and friends.

Almost shaking herself away from the path those thoughts were leading her to, Bobby smiled. "You love your mommy very much, don't you?" She knew where this was going to lead her... but the day should not go un-appreciated; even if this would be the first time in about fifteen years that she was not the focus of the day.

Colche nodded. "Uh huh, Mommy rescued..me" she paused her ears flickering. Perhaps to many being turned in to a part animal thing was not rescue, but to Colche there was no betetr place to be. She had a family, friends and a mother and was spoiled completely rotten by Aubrey too. She owned so much now her presents lined the room, her books and dvd's on the book shelf in the corner being held up by several plushies.

Bobby grinned, a spark of happiness entering her eyes. If the life on the island was a rescue for someone, especially one as sweet as Colche, then she was glad it help at least one person... even though it ruined the lives of so many others. "Do you want to play a game, Colche? I think your mommy Aubrey would like it too."

She didn't really wait, pretty sure that the cheetah would like to do something nice for her 'mommy'. "You see, there is this day. It happens once every year, and it is when you get to do something nice for your mothers. This year, it is on May 14th. Here's the rules. First, find out what day it is." Bobby paused, giggling a little, "I wish I could help, but I am not sure. Then, you see how many days until the 14th. In that time, you can make something for Aubrey. Something that means a lot to you, and I'm sure she'll love it. And finally, when that big day finally comes, you can give it to her. Usually breakfast in bed accompanies it. If you want, I'd be glad to help you."

Bobby looked down at Colche, her eyes glittering.

Colche looked surprised at being told there was a day especially for Mothers. There had to be she supposed. Special people needed days. Of course finding out when the day was would eb the problem. "I make sumfink purty for Aubrey?" she asked wide eyed and bushy tailed. She looked at her art set, she could do something really special for Aubrey and give it to her. With a puurr she stood up and padded rather delecately to her desk picking up her art set she returned to her bed with it and grinned "Bobby tell when mothers day?" she tilted ehr head curiously, Bobby would be her best bet for finding out when mothers day was. Breakfast in bed though? That would maybe be a problem, where did Aubrey sleep? Questions questions. For now she would be sated to make something for Aubrey, at least then if mothers day was really soon she was ready for it.

Bobby struck a pose much like 'The Thinker'. She wasn't sure what day today was, so the woman could not give an exact date. If they were a day or two off, would Aubrey be really upset? She would be happy with the idea that Colche was thikning about her? Suddenly, Bobby was struck by an idea. She wanted to kick herself for nothing thinking of it before.

Without another word, Bobby bounded to Colche's intercom and pressed a button, "Hey! Hey you! Yeah, you on the other end, what day is it?"

After a pause, a voice answered, although a bit annoyed, "May fourth!"

Proud that they got an answer, Bobby turned to Colche "It's in ten days. So, in ten mornings," she held up her hands, and made a show to go through them, "starting with tomorrow as one, it will be Mother's Day!"

Colche bit her tongue, it took her a moment to take this in, "ten mornings." Her brow furrowed, perhaps she understood the concept or perhaps not, either way it was pretty soonm, ten mornings went pretty fast. Or as least she thought so, her perception of passing time was usually quite marred. "Okay" she stated after a long moments silence, ten mornings, okay.

Bobby smiled, "Now that you have a mission, would you like me to leave you? I would always like getting artwork from my children. They would bring breakfast in bed, like I mentioned, too... but I do not know if you can do that. My children were horrible cooks, but it was the thought and energy that mattered to be...."

Her smile turned sad, as she suddenly realized she would not have any more Mother's Day surprises from her children. It was amazing how something that she hadn't really thought about much before hurt so bad now that she could never enjoy it again.

Colche tilted her head. Bobby seemed sad but she didn't know way, putting her art kit down she padded over to Bobby and gave her a big hug "No sad, Make Bobby nice things too" she puurred snuggling the big woman without a moments hesitation. After a moment she put on a determined face and with one last hug she made ehr way to her bed and pulled out a coloured pencil. This would take alot of work.

Bobby gave Colche a hug back, enjoying the care and warmth that the cheetah emitted. "Thank you dear, I will be okay."

The pig was going to say more, but saw that Colche was soon entranced with the idea of artwork. She didn't want to interrupt, so instead Bobby went towards the door. Before exitting, she put the second piece of cake that she brought -originally intended for herslef- but the door. With one last glance to the busy cheetah, the pig snuck out to go for a walk. One lonely tear dripped down her cheek, but she quickly rubbed it away.

Ever since their little talk about Mother's Day, Bobby couldn't get that day out of her mind. At home, her children would ally themselves for a specific mission. It was true that once or twice Mother's Day turned out more like April Fools, but that was part of the fun. Now, though, Bobby wanted to see how far Colche had gotten, even though it had only been a day or so.

After her morning feast, Bobby stopped by Colche's duplex. She knocked softly, but didn't appear to be heard, so the woman quietly opened the door and peaked her head in to see if the cheetah was even home.

Colche was sitting on her bed, papers were strewn every where with little doodles on them, but they all seem to have been discarded in favour of the currant picture she was working on. She hadn't even heard Bobby knock and ehr attention was only drawn when the pig lady came in. "hai!" she says smiling softly her furry ears twitching in a happy manner.

Seeing that the cheetah was so busy on her project, Bobby all of a sudden felt horrible for interrupting. She stayed over the threshold, able to quickly leave if need be.

"Hey, there, Colche!" Bobby smiled, her eyes bright, "how's the gift coming? It looks like you're working hard!"

Colche giggled looking at the picture she was so thoroughly ensconced in. "secret" she grins, she knew what a secret was, this was of course a special secret for Aubrey and noone could see until she was done.

A secret? Well, Bobby knew secrets well... they could be considered one of her lovers, in more ways than one. Her smile spread further, "Oh! I see! I'll leave you and your secret be then." The pig winked. "Is there anything you might want me to bring you later on?"

Colche shook her head in a childish manner as she picked up another coloured pencil and set back to work on ehr project, she wanted to make this just right for Aubrey.

"Alright then," Bobby whispered, slowly taking her head from the duplex. She had probably done enough 'damage' as it is.

On the other side of the door, turning to walk away, Bobby smiled to herself. "Take care of yourself, Colche," she said more to herself, but hoped the ears of the cheetah would at least register the meaning. With that, Bobby walked away to try and enjoy the day.

Colche smiled returning to her drawing. she was happy as pie, she had never been able to give Aubrey something before so shehad to try her hardest to make it great.


Bobby felt better after seeing Colche working so hard on her Mother's Day gift for Aubrey. Her step was a little lighter -despite her waying so much- and she hummed to herself, eating an artichoke as if it were a pear.

The pig walked down the main 'road' of the Village, taking in the sites and smells.

Emerwyn was still in a state of complete bliss, and her deer-step sprung wherever she walked. She very nearly left her duplex door wide open, and found when she turned to close it, she didn't care either way. She was the woman in love, and it felt so right to finally be able to confess it to the world. She was in love!

She was just trotting off to get something to eat, when she quite literally bumped headfirst into someone it was very difficult to miss.

Bobby saw the woman... who was turning into a deer?... approach but truly thought that she would stop. So, when the other Islander collided with her, all the pig could do was stare humorously. It would have taken a lot more than a slim woman to take her down now.

Right before the two of them had found themselves very close together, Bobby had seen the look on the deer woman's face. It was one she had known all too well in her younger years. "Well hello there!"

Emerwyn gasped deeply and flung backwards a bit when she made contact. "Oh!!!"

Straightening herself, Emerwyn couldn't help but start laughing.

"I am s-so sorry. Please." Emerwyn took a breath. "You must forgive me."
"I find I am not completely myself today. I am Emerwyn." She held out an awkwardly hoofed hand.

Bobby took the offered hoof without hesitation and firmly, though kindly, greeted the deer. "It's not a problem. I'm Bobby."

The woman smiled brightly, with almost an impish expression, "So, who's the lucky fellow?"

Emerwyn's face flushed, as much as it was now possible to. So, she could tell?

"His name is Ian." She revelled in saying his name, and held back on the desire to repeat it over and over again.

Bobby's face lit up even more. Oh him! He was turning into a deer too, how perfect for them. People deserved a little bit of happiness, at least, on this Island... even if it was a different form of life.

"Oh, Ian?" Bobby giggled, remember how shy he had seemed to her. "I had no idea anyone had caught his fancy. What a nice young man. Congratulations, I believe are in order."

Bobby was so full of mirth. And speaking to her felt like sharing secrets with a close aunt. These were rare meetings, and Emerwyn cherished it.

Caught his fancy. How sweet. Emerwyn positively glowed. "Why, my thanks to you," she said, bowing her head slightly. "It is a truly strange sensation, to find something so good in a world as dark as this."

Bobby's smile wavered. Her concern now went beyond herself. Almost sheepishly, the woman turned her head to the side to look at Emerwyn with confused expression, "Is kindness such a rare thing on this Island?"

The deer was not the first person to say such a thing to her.

Emerwyn chose her words carefully. "I find that it is not so much a lack of kindness. It is more that people are afraid. And in their fear, they try to defend themselves. I was not so different from that, before I met Ian." Rather, before I was able to admit how I felt. "And, in our fear, we tend not to see beyond our own pain. So, kindness is mistaken, and lost."

This was not so different from what she had said to Emelyn, when she begged her forgiveness. Which Emelyn was only too happy to give. No, kindness and friendship abounded here. You just needed to know how to look at it.

Bobby paused, considering Emerwyn's words. Maybe there was something in the deer serums that made them so 'philosophical'? The pig had gotten the same impression from Ian. These two were made for eachother. Possibly in more ways then one... the thought almost made Bobby flinch.

Nodding, the woman couldn't help but agree, "Fear is a dangerous thing. But I have to admit, what you said makes sense. Though, everyone I have met have been everything and kind to me."

Bobby smiled, "So, has he proposed?" The woman winked.... she would rather talk about happier subjects anyways.

"N-no, I wouldn't - I mean, we haven't...
Well, who on this Island could even perform a marriage?"
Even though it seemed the woman was kidding around, Emerwyn was completely taken aback. And she did not like stammering or losing her own words. Her words were her power, and she felt very exposed without them.

Bobby couldn't help but feel sorry for the sputtering woman. She knew how that felt too... at a loss for words due to the one you love. It was somewhat romantic if you thought about it. But, Bobby Reynolds was never of the romantic types. Maybe she was cruel, or just joking; maybe even genuinely hoping for something to lighten the mood on the Island. And what better than a wedding of two of the inhabitant? Nevertheless, the pig continued.

"Come now," Bobby patted the woman on the back sympathetically. "This place is beyond all governmental controls. As long as you love someone enough you can have a wedding. We could really have anyone preside over it. It might be a nice event to try and get people's minds off things."

Even though Emerwyn could not yet imagine being wedded to Ian, especially since she had not known him long at all, at least compared to Jerrick. She'd known Jerrick for years.

And yet, something in Emerwyn was excited about the idea.
All of these feelings flew across her face. Despite the fact that it was far less mobile than it had been, Emerwyn's expressions were even more readible.

Still not sure whether or not Bobby was serious, Emerwyn smiled at her. "Maybe you're right."


Bobby laughed and winked, "Well, I've seen a lot in my day." At seeing all the emotions, the woman tried to console Emerwyn to the best to her ability. "You know, it generally isn't the time spent with someone that ditates these things. I had known my husband for awhile before marrying, but we didn't have any hard time... intil I got pregnant when we were still dating, though. The experiences you would have with Ian on this Island and what happened because of them, would count for years out in the real world. Horrible situations can bring out one of two things in people: the best or the worst. I've seen both"

This made Emerwyn even more glad than before. Even if she was a little ashamed that her heart was worn not only on her sleeve, but on a large sign hanging above her head.

Her eyes glistened and she took Bobby's hands in her own. "My thanks to you. Your words bring such joy to my heart."

Bobby held to Emerwyn's hands and her smile grew, though there was a touch of sadness in her eyes, "Good, you shouldn't be sad all the time just because your life has changed. Everyone deserves joy."

Of course, when she said that, she was about to add that there was one person she knew that didn't... but that was her own personal bias speaking.

Emerwyn saw Bobby's eyes, but did not press any question. Was Bobby still trying to learn this for herself? In Emerwyn's dark times, she found that she gave much good advice to her friends, and kept none for herself.

She nodded in agreement with the sentiment, but found for once that she did not need to say anymore. Words now cluttered the situation.

Now she felt bad. Bobby thought that it was because of her that Emerwyn was getting quiet. She should probably head out to the jungle or a picnic before the mood became too depressing... or she did something she may later regret.

Leaning forward, the woman planted a friendly kiss on Emerwyn's cheek. "You take care now, Emerwyn, and give Ian my love as well," Bobby winked, as if saying they had a secret now and it was between the two of them.

With that done, the woman walked off to find a good picnic area. She turned a ways out and waved to the deer woman, smiling, "See ya!"

Emerwyn smiled deeply at Bobby. If it wasn't enough for Emerwyn to feel the way she did today, she only found another to boost the effect.

Emerwyn winked back. "That I shall."

Her hoof was in the air, waving a farewell, and Emerwyn turned back along her path.

The rains settled a bit. The change in the winds mixed with the sound of humming electricity as Bobby woke up. At first, she wasn't sure what it was that shook her from -for once- a good sleep. Then she knew, her duplex was blazed in magnificent light. The power had returned. Not only that, the pig was hungry, only having had one meal yesterday (for shame!).

With a sigh, Bobby rolled to the side of the bed and got on her feet. She was padding her way to still packed food when she felt the tingling.

It started at the back of her neck and went down her spine. "What the-" Bobby growled, right before her muscles spasmed. For a moment she thought she was being tazered, a sensation she knew. Warm liquid rolled down her leg as the spasms forced her to release her bladder.

The pig landed with a large thud as her massive body fell to the floor.

--{Later}--

When Bobby regained consciousness, her head throbbed, her stomach demanded food, and her legs itched irritably. With a groan, she rolled over and got up. First things first.

In a made dash, Bobby made it to one of the bags and ripped it open. Food dropped from the bag, and it wasn't soon before the pig was eating as much as she could. Oh God, she was hungry.

Finally, with her stomach appeased, the woman went to her dresser where she had stashed the pain relievers from before. She took way more than the suggested amount, but her head was killing her and she had more body mass anyways. Surely, her system could handle it.

That left one last thing. Almost worriedly, Bobby went back to where she had fallen. Sure enough, there was a stain in the carpet, and her shorts were soiled. With a flinch, the woman admitted to herself: majestic Bobby Reynolds had pissed her pants. Not like it was her fault, mind you. Having electricity run through ones body regularly warranted such results.

She went about to clean up. First herself, then her shorts, and then the carpet. In fact, that was what she did all day: cleaned. Bobby had just finished with the piss stain when she heard the announcement.

The towel she was using to clean the carpet dropped down in her shock. Someone had attacked one of the staff members? And not only that, the one that was second-in-command? Wasn't this Aubrey the one that Colche called her mother? The poor girl was probably devastated! And what about the rest of them? Bobby shuttered at the thought. They would all be punished for the mis-deeds of one! That hardly seemed fair.

Without a thought, the woman stood and brushed herself off. Well, she wasn't a PI or a detective... but she was a cop. Maybe she could be of some use?

Grabbing some of her equipment, Bobby left the duplex and trotted down the stairs, taking them two or three at a time.

Bobby had just left the cafeteria. She was going to go see if Colche was still waiting at the labs, but since the woman knew where the cheetah was, she didn't feel so bad. Of course, there were probably guards.... and Bobby had no respect for security guards in the least. To her, they were wanna-be or washed-out police officers.

But, the pig didn't want to think about such things. Bobby was in a good mood and didn't want to think about it. Focusing her mind on the current mystery wasn't going so well. For a moment, she even forgot she was on the Island... more like an extended vacation, very extended.

Bobby pulled out a few fruits; an orange, apple, and pear. Talently, she juggled them, taking a bit from them each as they passed. The woman didn't think anyone was nearby, so she tried to be creative with her methods. Sometimes one would move from behind her back or under her leg. In the meantime, she hummed a carnival tune to herself.

Madison left her bungalow and headed for the village. She wondered if the cafeteria was open as she was feeling hungry. On the way there, she saw a pig-like woman juggling various fruits. Madison folded her arms and stood watching intently for a few moments.

"Now I've seen everything..." she said aloud, not knowing if the woman heard her or not.

Bobby hadn't been humming that loud, so when she heard a voice behind her, the woman froze. Precious fruits landed on the dirty ground at the pig twirled with a surprised snort.

For awhile, Bobby just stared at the fox-woman. She was sure she had never met this person. Slowly, her face relaxed, as did her body which had gone into a defensive stance due to all her training.

"Umm... Hello..." her voice was positively sheepish. If her skin had been lighter, a pink tinge would have crept up her face, "How much of that did you see?"

Madison snickered to herself. A black woman who was becoming a pig.. wasn't that the most politically correct thing she ever laid eyes upon or what? She didn't want to disclose to this pig woman how she thought of black people.

It was a white southern thing she had growing up in New Orleans. All the servants in her home were black and were ordered around. She had tried to get herself away from her racist thoughts especially after moving to New York, but she couldn't help thinking like that every now and then. Like her past was coming back to haunt her. She was a closet racist in a way.

"I seen enough. You look like a carnival act the way you were juggling and singing. Were you in some kind of side show before coming to the island?" Madison asked her while eyeing the tasty fruit.

All that fruit would have better use in my stomach than being paraded throughout the air, Madison thought to herself. She was just so famished and couldn't really think of anything besides eating.

Bobby's eyes narrowed at this newcomer. There was something about this foxy-lady that gnawed at the edge of her mind. She wasn't quite sure what it was....

"I don't know," the woman grinned happily, her suspicions not shining through. "I don't think a little fun warrants a carnival act. That was mostly something I did with my children when I tried to cheer them up. Sometimes at the hospital too..." she was about to say when she went to visit children that she had taken there, mostly from accidents and parental abuse, but felt that wasn't really necessary.

"Actually, I was a police officer before coming here," Bobby shrugged. It was then that she thought she placed the tone. It was the same that many people treated her with at home. There, people thought they were better or spiteful towards cops, and didn't do anything to hide such distaste. But that couldn't be right, they had just met!

"Name's Bobby," the woman extended a welcoming hand.

"A police officer...too?" Madison bit her cheeks to keep from bursting out with laughter. The 'too' in her sentence was said quietly..or so she hoped.

In New York there were alot of cop haters and many referred to them as 'pigs' and the police station as the 'the pig pen'. Madison liked the police herself and never had any problems with them. She didn't understand how they got this blantant nick name. Still, the thought of this woman being a cop and turning into a pig couldn't help but make her chuckle to herself.

Madison kinda felt bad after she heard this woman was a volunteer at a hospital and seemed generous of her time. She herself never donated any time..probably should have.

"It's nice to meet you, Bobby! My name is Madison" she said while extending a pawed hand.

"A police officer... only," Bobby corrected the fox. After a pause, though, she reconsidered, "Well, I guess and a mother. I couldn't tell you which was more difficult. New York City was pretty rough, but so was my house." She added the last bit with a good-natured wink.

The woman picked up the chuckle and sighed. She knew the animal selection was probably not random, a kind of sick joke, "Hmm, yeah... ironic, I guess. Not like being called a pig is anything new to me."

Bobby took the offered pawed hand and shook it without hesitation. After letting it go, the pig reached to the backpack behind her and pulled out a sandwich. Looking at Madison, the woman smiled a little, "Did you want something to eat? I have to carry around a ton of food, so I am always loaded." Under her breath, Bobby cursed something about the pig's demands.

"Yes, ironic indeed. I been called a fox before coming to the island by several men. It's so strange that I'm now turning into a fox. I guess we are alot alike" Madison said while eyeing the food.

This Bobby was so much different from other people she met. Bobby seemed to be so giving of herself as though she were a saint. Madison usually had to use trickery to get what she wanted from others but Bobby was offering straight up kindness to her. It also made her feel badly because she never really gotten to know any black people.. only thought of them as someone who would serve her. It was also strange that Bobby was now offering to feed her like Delia always did back in her New Orleans mansion.

"Thanks, I would really appreciate a sandwich. That's really kind of you" she said with a smile, trying to push aside all her previous sterotypical feelings of blacks.

Bobby couldn't help but snicker when Madison illiterated her animal nickname, as it were. "I am not sure the context was the same.... but I do know what you mean."

"Vegetable sandwich, meat, or a mixture of the two?" the woman asked, removing the bag and setting it on the ground so it was easier for her to dig through them. Of course, the sandwiches just /had/ to be at the bottom.

While wriggling her fat fingers around food and going further down and down, Bobby looked up at Madison, "Sorry to, darken the mood, but what do you think about that announcement? Is it for real?" The pig knew next to nothing. The only person she had seen was Pyroth, who's memory allowed much interpretation. It all seemed surrel to her.

Madison's sapphire eyes brightened at the mention of the previous announcement her cousin gave. She has somewhat forgotten the real reason she left her bungalow in the first place. These animal urges were making her want to eat all the time and only think of food. Perhaps her changing body needed it..who knew.

"I prefer meat by itself. Oh yes, the announcement. I'm just appalled that someone would hurt someone else like that. I feel for my own saftey as well. The culprit could probably be anywhere...I only hope they are found before they will strike down another innocent. Do you know anyone who could of done such a horrible thing?"

She shuddered as she realized that she didn't know her own whereabouts now that she thought of it. The electric shock had blacked her out and she did wake up in the same place. Just she couldn't really trust anyone or herself either. It could be anyone..and that scared her.

Bobby knew exactly what the fox would want... well, she hoped so. Feeling around the sandwich types, without harming them of course, the woman finally grabbed the right one. She pulled it out with great care, and her work paid off. The woman took out and handed the sandwich, which didn't look bruised at all, to the fox, "Roast beef, salami, and chicken. I hope you like it... sorry there is no ham, I haven't had the nerve to 'eat my own kind' yet." The pig shuddered at the thought.

"I have to agree. I know some people are very discontented with the whole situation. To be honest, I am too... I don't appreciate being ripped from my family without the chance to ever see them again... but, attempted murder is too far. I can imagine some vocal arguments to voice myself, but I worked to keep the murders down... not create more." Bobby sighed. "I do not know who would stoop to such a level, though. Granted, I haven't met many others, so my list is fairly short."

After a paused, the woman reached in to grab a sandwich for herself. "I am not too concerned for myself. I've been threatened by a lot more... even had to enter a house with an angry, hungry, tiger in it. That wasn't very pleasant. I do worry for others, though. If the this killer goes after one of my friends, well... they better what what's coming." The pig's eyes flashed in anger. "I may not initiate an attack, but I will sure end it!."

"But, I didn't see anything," Bobby calmed, the look in her eyes gone. "I was in my duplex the whole time. Blacked out and woke up in the same uncomfortable spot. I would be suspicious of Billy, though. If I hadn't heard him scream before the black-out, I would say him. I already know he's a murderer, he killed my partner..." As her anger bubbled up again, the pig's fist closed around the nearest thing, which happened to be a tomato. Pulling her hand out, red with juic and tomato skin, Bobby cursed, trying to clean up the mess.

Madison's heart skipped a beat when she saw the blood..or tomato sauce on Bobby's hand. It was as though she had a deja vu for a second there. It shocked her beyond belief that a known murderer was on the island.

"Whaat? So this Billy is allowed to rendezvous around the entire island while everyone knowing he killed before? I'm very sorry to hear about your partner's death. If I ever come across this Billy.. I don't know what I would do to keep myself from letting him have it. I hate those who hurt others with a passion" she growled under her breath.

Still, Bobby said that Billy probably wasn't the one who 'did it' but after hearing this it gave Madison some suspicions anyways. It angered her that her cousin would let someone like this on the island. 'What kind of person is he now?' Madison thought to herself. It was the Moreau family motto (at least her side) to always stick together. She had torn feelings now.

"I am pretty sure he knows. Though, Billy claims he's only killed two people in his whole life, and my partner was one..." Boby snorted, getting the last of the juice off by rubbing it off her shorts. "Lucky me, that was the only reason I chased him... He wasn't high priority, and we just happened to see him. It's just great how things turn out," she said it all sarcastically, though with a tone of the 'horrible facts of life'.

Bobby smiled slightly up at Madison, she was sure she like this woman! Anyone that had a beef with Billy was a potential ally... of course, Pyroth had sided with the octopus once and almost changed her views on him ever since. They had long-since reconciled, though. "You do that," Bobby snickered, "And tell him Bobby says hello."

Reaching back in, the pig brought out her sandwich without any more troubles. Finally, she stood back to her feet. "Of course, we're all here know, and Billy /is/ turning into an octopus... so at least a little justice in the world," Bobby smiled. She chose not to think about her own misfortunes in the matter.

"I doubt that he only killed two people. Once someone gets a taste of taking one's life, there is a good chance they will do it again. I've dealt with people like this when I worked in an asylum back in New York. Their tendencies may be latent but they could rise at any moment. The person is a ticking time bomb" Madison explained between bites of the salami.

Still, this Billy sounded very fascinating the way Bobby said he was turning into an octopus. These creatures were sometimes referred to as 'devilfish' and were predatory, from what she remembered from school anyways. Now that he was becoming an octopus, did this Billy behave even similar to the horrible creature? It was a psychological conundrum that Madison couldn't help but want to solve.

"I don't know if I could be any match to him. My teeth and claws are not formed very well. I prefer to talk things out instead of resort to violence" she said, pausing a little, "Perhaps through psychoanalysis and treatment he could be cured. Maybe the attacker of Aubrey as well. I'm a firm believer that society affects the actions of everyone. There are no natural born killers in my opinion".

Madison thought about what she said. Did she really believe that? Maybe it was what she had been fed mentally by her professors in school and by other people in the field of psychiatry. She kinda wished she had been there to see this Billy chased away like that. Just the thought made her wonder if they weren't so tough after all.

Bobby nodded, agreeing with the statement. She knew all about it. Shootings were pretty common in New York. To hear that Madison worked at an asylum was a bit of a shock. The lady looked far too generous... not to mention pretty... to be working in such a place. "What did you do there? I didn't got to asylums pretty often, but I thought they mostly like muscled 'nurses' around there... keep the patients in line and such."

After a pause, Bobby grinned a little, "Don't worry, I'll try and keep my eyes on Billy as much as I can... as long as I am not buzzed unconscious again." Her smile relaxed into something less malicious and more tender, "If he comes after you, I'll teach him a little something. I may not be transformed very much, and my body may be heftier than I am used to, but I still have thick -maybe even thicker- nails and a couple of sharp teeth.... not to mention a sharp tongue." The woman winked with the last remark.