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The Dude XD

PostPosted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 4:14 pm


The Dude was starting to get a bit comfortable in his new position as "mother". He looked at Cassidy and grinned, explaining patiently: "Yeah, we know it's illegal and immoral, Cass. And sure, you do shouldn't clean anymore. I doubt they'll care either way and I do not think they'll let their precious "experiments" die of cholera. I mean, the Moreau guy gave me half a pound of best quality weed. I think they are fully prepared to "take care of us till death do us part". Or their funding runs out, i suppose."

"'Sides, you have not started sprouting bunny ears yet, so maybe we can get you and Greer and Em and Matt off the island before they give you that second injection. We just need to figure out HOW we can force him to let you guys go."

((Note how the Dude is using the word "WE" here XD))
PostPosted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 4:21 pm


"I seriously doubt they've been mailing our letters... they wouldn't want to get out the specific location of the Island. After all, even I didn't know where precisely I was going until I got on the helicopter. The only way on and off this damned Island. No wonder the guy looks like a professional killer, Moreau didn't want the only escape to be able to be dealt with." He chimed in with Cassidy's sigh. "I've sent probably half a dozen letters to Angelina.... now I bet she never got a single one... The took them from, me though." He growled, a very feral, canine growl. "They probably read them" he glowered.

He glared at Cassidy's indifference and cholera comment. And the dude had called HIM selfish?! "Thanks, Cassidy" he said bitterly. "Glad to know you care."

Ambrose loked over to the Dude. "So THAT's what they were talking about having gotten you from Amsterdam.." He had been wondering. He had assumed but hadn't known for certain. He looked around. "Judging from the money in this place, something tells me they have quite a BIT of said funding. Especially considering their expensive "gifts" to us, probably meant to placate us."

He kicked at the carpet. "I had felt... somewhat strange at least... ever since my first injection. Even if you COULD get off at this point before your 2nd injections, do you think there might still be risks...." He seemed to think about that. "Of course, I would that that at least for you, that might be a risk worth taking considering the alternative."

As he became more aware of his hunger, smells from the cafeteria began to reach Ambrose's nose... he lifted his head, sniffing audibly. It smelled like steak, his stomach elated. Silently, he wondered if the meal choice timing had anything to do with his current situation.

Ambrose Maurlias
Crew


Cassidy Smith

PostPosted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 4:30 pm


"I know I've felt strange. I just put it up to an adverse reaction to the vaccine. Although I suppose I understand that massive box of books, now. I was enjoying it so much, too."

At Ambrose's comment, Cassidy grimaced guiltily. "I don't really mean it, about the cholera," she said. "I just meant... that..." Unable to voice what she thought, she fell silent for a moment. "I feel really royally dumb for falling for this, is all. And I'd feel awful just waltzing off and leaving you here to deal with this."
PostPosted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 4:41 pm


The Dude drunk from his bottle and gave Cassidy a curious look:"Ah. So you are gonna stay here out of solidarity? Okey. Fair enough."

Then he looked at Ambrose and grinned: "No worry, buddy, I am not going anywhere. I got nowhere to go. That $5000 deal - I needed that. And I REALLY want to kick Dr. Moreau in the nuts eventually. So you two vote for not raising a fuss with Moreau, huh? I mean, how do you know for sure that this injection stuff causes cancer? Maybe Aubrey made that up. She lied before."

The Dude XD


Ambrose Maurlias
Crew

PostPosted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 4:49 pm


"Everyone here fell for it" He responded to Cassidy. "There was no way we could have known what was really going on. I mean.." he laughed nervously "this sort of thing doesn't REALLY happen... I didn't think that even with advanced genetic manipulation that someone could REALLY turn someone into something else.." he swallowed.

"I never said that I was just going to roll over and let him do whatever the hell he wanted. I'm ALL for an escape plan if you can find one that doesn't get us even worse off and dead. Hell - even some sort of communication with the outside would would be wonderful - let people know what's going on... that we haven't abandoned people... Bring someone to us as opposed to the other way around."

He sighed, remembering back to the conversation from the previous night. "I .... I don't think she has any need to lie anymore...." Ambrose began speaking, trying to go into as much depth as he could remember from the conversation last night. He had been very tired, but the emotions were so high, the words so biting, the things that they conveyed so frightening. He knew that the key was communication between the residents and keeping all the pieces of the puzzle together, and he would do his part to inform people - especially the Dude who seemed to be the most gregarious one of them and best at spreading the word.
PostPosted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 5:13 pm


"If it's true, that it's fatal to stay half... half-whatever-we're-going-turn-into," Cassidy grimaced, "then I'm not sure fighting is going to be terribly productive." She sighed. "But, I have every intention of finding out as much as I possibly can. I'm not sure how I'm going to do that," she admitted. "I doubt Moreau's gonna be really accomodating to our questions."

What-the-hell-have-you-injected-me-with was high on her list.

"s**t. I wouldn't have believed it if I wasn't living it." She shook her head miserably, still shocked.

Cassidy Smith


The Dude XD

PostPosted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 5:23 pm


"Okey okey" - the Dude waved his hands around. "Let's summarize here - Aubrey said if we try to leave after being injected, we die of cancer. You, Ambrose, think it's much more important to try and find a way to give word to the outside then try to escape an island prison, correct? And you, Cassidy, also think trying to escape would be dangerous to self and unfair to others who already sprouted fur, correct?"

He took a sip from his beer bottle.

"Also - if the cycle of injections cannot be interrupte or one dies of cancer, then why bother telling the loved ones that one is alive BUT turning into a beast. Just let them think you died in a plane crash. I'm sure Feral Labs already figured out convenient excuses as to why we have not come back ..."
PostPosted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 5:35 pm


Ambrose nodded, confirming the information that he had heard. "WEll, why not answer our questions now? What can we do if we don't like what we hear? Pout? Stop eating?" He crossed his arms. "Aubrey seemed to have answers for me last night, I just didn't like the answers she had to give me."

He nodded in agreement with Cassidy's summation of the situation.

""Well, I was thinking that by contacting someone on the outside that they might have more help in rescuing us than us escaping by ourselves. None of us can even fly a helicopter from my knowledge, and even if we COULD get some sort of boat they're too damn slow. They could stop us from air." He shook his head. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not against getting off at all - I just can't think how."

He scratched at his arms. "I don't want them to think I died.... I mean... It would probably be just as hard to tell them the truth.... but.... I mean..." he shook his head. "IT's just not right" He huffed.

His stomach began threatening to start digesting itself. "Perhaps we could... continue this over food...?"

Ambrose Maurlias
Crew


Cassidy Smith

PostPosted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 5:45 pm


"I think you're right... I dunno that we're equipped to make any sort of escape attempt. Even if we avoided Them," she scowled, "and made it out onto the ocean, the fact reamins that, well, we'd be on a little boat on the ocean with no real way of knowing which way's land. We'd probably drown."

She rubbed her temples. "I don't know if I'd want my family to know about this. It might just be easier for them to believe that the helicopter disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle. I'm all for food, though."

What she really wanted, really, was to curl up and read and ignore everything and everyone for a while. Maybe a few days. Maybe a week. Then she'd deal with this. That didn't seem to be an option.
PostPosted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 5:50 pm


The Dude finished his beer and stood up: "Well, let's go eat then."

And headed out the door.

((moving to cafeteria or calling it done for now? Just PM me ^_^))

The Dude XD


Ambrose Maurlias
Crew

PostPosted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 6:26 pm


Ambrose stood, grabbing his beer. "Well" he said finally, taking another drink "I'm not going to be content having my family and girlfriend think I'm dead. That's the last think I want... to just... disappear from the face of the earth." He took another resolute swig, standing up.

Heading out to the cafeteria with them, he was happy to find that they were in fact serving delicious salisbury steaks, and that it was just the three of them.

He loaded up his plate, and sat down, wolfing down his food hungrily. THe meat tasted so juicy, scrumptuous in his mouth. He almost resented slowing down in his scarfing to cut his food and use silverware.
PostPosted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 9:11 pm


The Meaning of Life And All That Jazz
... or how the Dude was doing a bit of soul searching


Sitting on a solitary outcropping of the cliffs, feet dangling above the abyss, the Dude was pondering.

Freedom, Choice, Independence ... Those were concepts that he grew up with and they were important to him almost as much as life itself. Life was not life if it meant a caged existence, dependance on some snotty boss, inability to do what you knew was right. By injecting him with the high tech poison, Moreau seemed to have taken it all away from him. The Dude was at his mercy: never being able to leave, dependent on a man he detested for food and everything else, a guinea pig for the rest of his life. It all sounded very depressing to the Dude. Almost depressing enough to debate jumping off the cliff he was sitting on. But not quite. The Dude was never much for suicides. The life always had a way to come around for him in the end, and jumping off would take away that chance. Besides, sunsets in the Caribbean were out of this world.

But what to do?

He could try and fight this. The island was big enough and Moreau couldn't have possibly placed cameras all over it. That kind of feat of a**l retentiveness the Dude couldn't possibly even fathom. But so he'd hide - then what? How long would he be hiding in the bush until they rounded him up or he came out himself, defeated by hunger? Nothing against resistance, but what was the point of resisting if you really couldn't run anywhere. He doubted a hunger strike would solve anything, either. They'd probably just bash him over the head and put him on IV. But he couldn't just give up and let them have his way with him, either. Not again. Not yet.

Was Aubrey right? Was most of the beauty of this world built on suffering of the less fortunate? Nazi camps asides - all of art, music and science was, in a way, a parasite upon the body of humanity - a fantastic orchid sucking on the juices of a scraggly old cypress tree. The budget for the Titanic could have fed a small African nation, taken care of their health, their housing and water supply. The Dude didn't have any illusion about himself - he was a slacker. He worked only when he needed the money and didn't contribute much to the society. The fact that he would be made into a warthog or a beaver wasn't really a big loss to anyone but him. Even his parents, who loved him dearly, would still have his sister to take care of them in their old age. 'S not like he was around much before, anyway. Maybe this whole thing did mean some good to someone in the long run ... the genius was there, the Dude couldn't deny it. It's just the methods that Moreau was employing to achieve his goal drove the Dude up the wall.

His hand curled up around a rock that was laying beside him, the sharp edges of the black granite digging into his skin.

Moreau was taking away people's lives, taking away their hopes and aspirations. Couldn't he have found someone to volunteers for this? If this was truly revolutionary, truly done for the sake of progress and saving countless lives - wouldn't there be people who'd want ot help along? No. Moreau wasn't a selfless yet crazy geniushe presented himself as. He was a monster. Hidden on this island, away from the world and its ethics, he was creating a kingdom for himself, Moreau's own private world where he was undisputed king of the jungle. The human overlord and his private zoo. Thorn had mentioned that he was observing them. And Aubrey had come to his rescue after the snake bit even though he was in the middle of a jungle. So the cameras must truly be everywhere, then. The big brother was always watching here.

The Dude stared hatefully at the scraggly bush around him, trying to guess where the camera would be this time. He felt like a caged beast and that was what infuriated him. He would not let the monster forget that they were human. They were not Moreau's tin soldiers, his playthings that the doctor could control and change as easily as clay. They were human. Cassidy and Ambrose and Emelyn. Greer and Matt. They were people, not experiments. If his life wasn't worth much - their lives were. But the monster in the mountain didn't care. It probably pleased him to see people suffer and break. The Dude stood up angrily and threw the stone in his hand into the ocean as far as he could. He really wanted to cry and have a temper tantrum, like Ambrose. Complain to somebody. Have somebody hold him and tell him it'd be allright. A hug - that'd be so nice. He craved to feel human warmth ...

The wind foamed up the waves under him and threw the mats of blond hair into the Dude's face. Strangely cold and brash in the heat of a tropical afternoon, the ocean wind smelled of salt and freedom. Above the island a frigate bird was floating, free like the wind itself.

There was nowhere to run in this paradise. Lost within the Atlantic the island was a perfect paradise and a perfect prison. The least he could do is not to be afraid of the future. Right? If escape seemed impossible and mutiny unlikely, the least one could do was not be afraid, to not cry and plead for pity, like a child. If not him, then someone else would be here. If he drew the shortest straw of destiny again, then so be it. But he would never let Moreau forget the crimes he was performing here. Terrified but certain, the Dude knew what he truly wanted to do. It was desperate and foolish, but he wanted to look into Moreau's face and see if there was still humanity left within the monster. For that he'd have to walk up to him, have a reason to walk up close. And what better reason then asking to be injected?

The waves hissed underneath and suddenly the wind chilled the Dude to the very bones. So scary ... he didn't want to be injected and turned into something unnatural. He crouched down and hid his face in his arms. So very cold and horrible. So hard to do. So hard to find the strength to do it, too. But in a way it was a trial, a test of humanity, a test of instinct over logic. Crouching on the cliffs, he was rationalizing this to himself, still shivering in the heat of the sun.

Run and become a beast.

Face Moreau and remain a man.

The Dude XD


The Dude XD

PostPosted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 10:07 pm


California Sea Lion
... or how the Dude goes to get his second shot



The Dude
In the past 24 hours the Dude had been doing a lot of soul searching. He didn''t go back to the duplex once he left it with Ambrose and Cassidy. Instead, after eating, he grabbed a certain plastic baggie and headed for the Cliffs. There, he had spend the rest of the day and the entire night, thinking. There was a lot to think about. Heavy s**t - meaning of life and what one should do with that. And Moreau. And his own less then bright future. The value of freedom. What freedom truly meant. But the bottom line of all this soul searching was the following:

"If I am going down, I am at least not gonna go down like a coward."

The rest of the night the Dude spent trying to work up that courage. It took a lot of chemical encouragement to say the least. When the sun rose the next day out of the sea, the buzz was gone but the courage was still there. Trying not to loose it to fast, the Dude walked up to the gates of the Feral Labs and pushed the buzzer:

"Hey doctor, I''m here to get my vitamins" - he waved at the security camera.

Oh legs, don''t fail me now ...


Aubrey
He was forced to wait for a few minutes, as the guards on the other side didn''t move, but just glared him down emotionlessly. Finally, a rather flustered looking Aubrey was seen coming out of the main gates. She instinctly ran a hand through her hair and straighted her skirt as stepped out the doors. Putting on a friendly smile and gave the vocal command to open the gate.

"Dude!" She said, looking happy to see him. She met him at the gates, holding out to shake her hand. "Hows the bite? Are you okay?" She seemed nervous about something, but still genuinely happy to see him.


The Dude
"Hey. Aubrey" - he replied, looking straight at her, but not taking his hands out of the pockets of his swimming trunks. "The bite''s fine."

"I''m here to get the second shot, Aubrey. You know, for the study?" - he explained the visit. "Can you call the doctor?" That''s it, be calm, Dude, you can do it. You''ve been screwed over before so many times, no reason why this new twist in your life could have been different ...


Aubrey
Aubrey looks surprised at his straightforwardness, and lowered her hand with a frown when he didn''t take hers. "I, uh, I mean, I can give you the shot. Don''t worry about the doctor. You, ah... you okay? I saw - I mean... you''ve spoken to Mister Ambrose? Have you?"


The Dude
The Dude looked at her a bit odd: "Why do YOU care if I am okey. You should go ask Cassidy if she is okey. You took her family away from her. Or Greer. You took away her dreams. Or Ambrose. You took his love away. I never actually had any of those things to begin with, so yeah, I guess I am peachy. THEY are not."


Aubrey
Aubrey stopped mid step, looking like she had been punched in the stomach. "I... I... " She looked like she was about to a cry for a second, but then she stomped her foot on the ground. "Now look here, you! You have no right to say that!! I... I have a family. And dreams. And love! Where do you get off talking to me like that? I''m just trying to be your friend here! You don''t understand whats going on here, MISTER Carroll!" She was steamed, but looked far more hurt than angry.


The Dude
The Dude, shrugged, the cigarette hanging lazily from the corner of his mouth: "That''s nice that you have dreams and family and love. And I am glad that you are trying to be my friend. Really, it''s much better to be turned into an animal by somebody you know and like. Can you, as a friend, get Cassidy off this island, then? Because last time I saw her she was crying her eyes out. I am a bit worried about her emotional health in this heat, you know?" - he sounded calm and friendly enough. He was not trying to hurt Aubrey, he was just speaking the truth. Telling Aubrey she was a lunatic b***h REALLY wasn''t gonna accomplish anything.


Aubrey
Aubrey looked guilty as she bit down on her bottom lip. "Its too late... she, she's already had the first injection..."


The Dude
"Ah. What are you gonna tell her parents, by the way? She is worried sick about them. So is Ambrose. I''m just curious. I mean, I am lost at sea, that is what my old folks gonna put on my tombstone. What about Greer and Cassidy? Are they lost in the Bermuda Triangle, too?"


Aubrey
"I... I don't know.." she said, staring ahead dumbly and starting back up to the facility. "Thats not my job." She opened the door to the lab and looked to the Dude, waiting.


The Dude
"Can't you find out? It would give them a kind of morbid peace of mind, to know how they died?" - he said, walking into the marble lobby. It was cold in here, colder then he remembered from before. The expensive carpet, the potted plants, the magazines scattered on the waiting table gave it all a strange sense of normalcy. Which only made the dark reality seem more demented.


Aubrey
Aubrey didn't know what to say. The scarey reality was that there was a department of Feral Lab's RP division whose whole job was dealing with this kind of thing. Cassidy was susposed to be here on a job, so the occasional letter would be sent out. Greer also made the research team, so it would be normal to not make contact for months. And Ambrose, well, they had papers already ready to "proove" his safe arrival back home. They were not responsible for a young man with pockets full of money after he left the helicopter, so they would just please ignorance to his current whereabouts. But Aubrey didn''t think brining this up would be a good idea to the Dude. "I''ll see what I can do," she mumbled, ushering the Dude into the elevator.

The first part of the elevator ride was painfully silent. "You probably think I''m a monster," she finally blurted out, staring at the floor.


The Dude
"Thanks, Aubrey." - he followed her into the elevator, the cigarette in his mouth smoldering slowly.

"No, I think you are an angel of mercy, Aubrey. Seriously. What do you expect us all to think? We have been assigned the role of human guinea pigs. Admittedly, living on a tropical island is pretty nice, but it only goes so far when you find out you can never leave." - he shrugged, as the elevator sped upwards. "By the way, what exactly are we gonna turn into?" - he finally dared to ask. The courage was beginning to dwindle and you could hear it in his voice.


Aubrey
"I can understand your frustration..." she seethed as the elevator opened. "But seriously - if you could really see -truely see- the vision we have. Its ... its amazing. You would be proud to be here. History books... you''re all going to be in them one day..."

She led him out in the lab, gently plucking the cigarette from his mouth and snuffing it before throwing it away. "In the meantime, we''re doing everything we can to make the transition as pleasurable as possible. We''re here to take care of you."

Aubrey spun around. "Really, I''m here for you guys. To talk, to whatever. I do want to be your friends. Help you through this. But that will only work if you guys can accept the sacrifice!"

She pulled his file from the cabinet and began to prepare the serum. "And I''ll tell you, but only if you really want to know..."


The Dude
"We have no choice but be grateful to you till the rest of our lives, Aubrey." - he answered, then saw the room in front of him. The Dude swallowed hard. The gleaming whiteness of it all made the hair on his back stand. As Aubrey began fussing with the serum he realized that he was not able to move even an inch further. And so he stood there, hands in the pockets of his trunks, slowly turning ashen grey.


Aubrey
Aubrey once again looked like she was about to cry. "I don't appreciate your sarcasm."

She stood in the center of the room, one hand on her hip and the other holding a rather dreadful looking injection. "Well?" she flipped. "I thought you were ready for this."


The Dude
"You don''t have to be cruel about it, hon." - the Dude said quietly, eyeing the needle grimly. There gotta be something left inside hie heart, something to make him walk up to this cute, fresh faced girl who held his destiny in her small hands.

"Can you tell me first what I am gonna be?" - he asked, his blue eyes wide like a child's. There was pain on the end of that needle, Ambrose told him. And who knows what else.


Aubrey
Aubrey sighed. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just... I'm just frustrated. And sad. I.. .I didn't see things going the way they have in my head."

She looked down at the file and almost dropped the needle. To be honest, he hadn't even known what he was injected with. Obviously this was Moreau's sense of humor. "California Sea Lion," she mumbled. A suddent vision of a fat friendly looking sea lion sunning with a join and a beer bottle flashed in her mind and she did her best not to laugh. Laughing was bad...she learned that with Ambrose.

She coughed, then looked back up at him. "I... I didn't chose it," she said.


The Dude
A sea lion. That made him feel a little bit better. He liked sea lions. He'd much rather be a sea lion, then a rabbit or a dog or a monkey. He could dive as much as he wanted, he could practically live in the waters of the Atlantic. In a way, that was all he ever wanted from his life.

Finally having the courage, he walked up to Aubrey and smiled at her: "That''s okey, hon. I like that choice." With that he rolled up the sleeve of his t-shirt and nodded: "Do your job, Dr. Lockheart."


Aubrey
Aubrey took a deep breath and wiped a spot on his arm with alcohol. She lifted the injection.... but hesitated. Her eyes welled up and her vision got blurry. Cursing silently under her breath, the tried to blink them away. All the things Ambrose and now Sean had been telling her... why were they getting to her? She was prepared for this. READY for this... right?

She took another breath. But the needle didn't go in.


The Dude
The Dude was looking away at the moment, because he really wasn't fond of needles, especially the kind that spelled pain in the next 48 hours. But when he didn't feel the p***k he turned around to look ... and found Aubrey just standing there, syringe in her hand, pale.

He didn't say anything, just looked at her with a mixture of pain and pity. So the girl wasn't as rotten as he thought. There seemed to be a spark or two of mercy left in her heart. Or was it guilt? There was no encouragement in his eyes for Aubrey to "stab him already". The Dude was not going to give her that forgiveness quite yet. Maybe never. Aubrey had chosen her cross herself, in the name of her love. And it was hers to carry.


Aubrey
Aubrey looked away when the Dude made eye contact with her, and she pressed the needle in. The shot itself pinched, and a tingling sensation would shoot up through the Dude''s arm.

Aubrey pulled the needle out and stepped away, not saying anything. She threw the needle away in the biohazard basket and began to put away his file, doing her best to swipe away a tear in a way the cameras wouldn't pick up. At least she knew where they were.


The Dude
The Dude was starring at the poke mark in his arm, then he stretched it out and formed the hand into a fist. Looking up at Aubrey he noticed her wipe away a tear: "I have a question, Aubrey. How come none of the assistants and students that Dr. Moreau is abound to have volunteered for this experiment? If it is truly revolutionary - why aren't they lining up to be injected and sacrifice themselves in the name of science? Isn't it, like, their calling? Don't they want to be in the text books?"


Aubrey
Aubrey shrugged, trying to compose herself. "We''re not without our own experiments." She turned back to him, rolling up her sleeve and showing him a very faint needle mark. "Its a different serum, but just as experimental."

She frowned. Moreau demanded loyalty, that was for sure. "And there's his lovely cousin. She's also taking the serum. We''re convinced it will bring her hearing back."


The Dude
The Dude quirked an eyebrow: "So Madison knew? She knew about the study and that we were turning into beasts?" - he asked calmly, folding down his t-shirt''s sleeve. The poison was now pulsing thru his veins. It wouldn''t be long now. He passively wondered what sea lion features he would sprout first.


Aubrey
Aubrey nodded. "Her hearing loss was devasting to her. She was willing to do anything to get it back."


The Dude
"Ah." - grunted the Dude, because he really had very little to say about that subject now. He would have to ruminate on it and what he thought about little redhead psychologist in general. There was a silence as he gathered his thoughts. Finally, he reached into his pocket and gave Aubrey a carefully folded paper, on which in pencil there was a long list of things.

The Dude explained: "So this is what I think will be the bare necessities for you all to get, if you are gonna take care of us. I haven''t really consulted with the other subjects yet, so I am sure the list will grow."

It was a rather expansive list that included things like TV+Playstation, a long list of books, a hammock for some reason, movies, DVD player etc. etc. The Dude had clearly spent a lot of time coming up with everything he could POSSIBLY need for the rest of his life. To his credit, he didn''t put radio or phone on it, but he WAS requesting current newspapers. And Playboy magazines.


Aubrey
Aubrey opened the list and looked it over. "I... I don't think any of this will really be a problem, Sean." Sean. That was her compromise between Dude (which Moreau hated) and Mr. Carroll. "We... we want you guys to be an comfortable as possible."

She read down the list, nodding. "Of course this might not all come at once..."

More reading. "I'll have to ask the Doctor.. of course, but I don't think anything here should be a problem. Cept, uh... shouldn't there be Playgirls to match the Playboys?" She actually smiled, and winked at him.


The Dude
"As I said, I didn't consult with the rest of the subjects" - the Dude shrugged. "I'm sure if you ask Cassidy, she'll tell you what she'd like. I was also wondering that the $5000 that you so kindly promised me at the end of this study be transferred over to my old folks back home. Since I kinda can't take care of them, it'd be a nice help. I wrote down the address for you here" - he said, pulling out another sheet of neatly folded paper from his pocket.
"And finally. can you give me some pain killers? Ambrose had a rough night after you injected him. I am not sure what I am gonna sprout first, but some morphine might help."


Aubrey
Aubrey frowned and went back to looking sullen as her attempt at humor fell flat. Whatever.

"I''ll talk to Moreau about the money, but its not my decision," she said honestly. "As for the pain, I''ll have sent whatever we can give you down the Town Center right away for you."


The Dude
"I signed a contract, Aubrey. I might not have read the fine print, and I really didn't expect that it'd take all my life. But I did sign a contract. You OWE me that five grand. All I am asking that you send it my parents. I don't care under what name." - he insisted.


Aubrey
Aubrey sighed in frustration. "I said I'll talk to the Doctor. I don't run the things around here, Sean." She tried not to sound too harsh, but while she was second in command, she was NOT about to undermime the doctor's orders. "Really, I promise I will try. Okay? I''m sure there won't be a problem..."


The Dude
"Don't call me Sean, hon. I'm the Dude. Sean Carroll has been lost at sea." - with that he stood up, put his hands into his pockets again and headed for the elevator. Half way he stopped and turned around: "But seriously, can't you guys find WILLING people for this study of yours? I just can't believe there aren't some tree hugging yahoos around there that would worship you if you turned them into cats and foxes and what not. I once saw a documentary on a guy who tatooed scales all over his body, cut his tongue in two, just so that he could be known as Snake Boy. What really makes me sad here is that I can''t believe that you had to trick us, if you could have just found volunteers. Maybe your genius doctor could give that possibility a thought? Because, judging by the number of unoccupied duplexes, this study still needs more sacrifices."


Aubrey
Aubrey opened her mouth to talk about the importance of random studies, and the fact that most subjects needed to be in relatively good health - but she didn't bother. She just pulled out her radio-phone and punched in a number code. The elevator door opened. "You''re free to leave, Dude," she said flatly, feeling really down on herself. Her conscious was wearing on her, and she hated being, well, hated. Especially by him. Though she would never admit that.


The Dude
"Be seeing you, Dr. Lockheart. And thanks for the medical care!" - the Dude waved and walked into the elevator, pulling a cigarette out of the box in his pocket as he walked. A sea lion, huh? he hated to admitt it, but he was kinda excited about the possibility. Ah, s**t, being brave does too pay off.

Feeling pretty fly about himself, the Dude walked out of the lobby and down the sandy road leading to the Village.
PostPosted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 10:43 pm


The majority of the night that follows is a rather unpleasant one for The Dude, although painkillers would certainly help. It begins with a churning in his stomach, and apparently all of the excess food that he had been consuming during his duration begins to add on the pounds around his midsection. His skin darkens, begining to appear as if he had been spending all of his time here tanning. Pringling hair grows out in select areas of his body, including a few thick whiskers on his upper lips. Finally, and probably most painfully, a webbing of skin begins to develop between his fingers and toes...

((feel free to take the time to RP/describe out the changes as you wish :3 ))


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PostPosted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 11:01 pm


Under the Sea
... or how the Dude spent his last night as a fully human being


After receiving his injection, the Dude went to the cafeteria and ate. Then he went to the first aid corner and took a few pain killer pills with him. Swinging by the duplex, he grabbed the diving mask, fins and a few beers and headed for the beach. With the fins dangling across his shoulder he was musing passively how soon he might not need them anymore. But then again there was a question whether he would even HAVE legs by the time they were done with him. Debating what was better - having the lungs of a sea lion or having legs, he reached the lagoon and waded right in, not looking around. He really didn't want to talk to anyone right now. People in the Village were either in deep depression or sprouting fur, and he was in too chipper of a mood to deal with any of that for now. Avoidance of problems was bliss. Part of the Dude's brain reminded him that he should really go talk to Emelyn and try to cheer up Cassidy and see how everyone else was doing. But that was the small feminine part of that brain every man has, but suppresses successfully. The rest of him really wanted to go splash around and harpoon a few fish. Maybe check out the distant reefs he saw on his last dive ... explore the caves by the cliffs ... Putting on his mask and fins he dove into the blue of the Atlantic. Visions of sea lions gliding gracefully all around him followed the Dude as he descended farther and farther away from the surface. He was at peace here, among the groupers and the minnows, the reef sharks and the moray eels. He'd rather dive like a sea lion then have legs, he finally decided.

* * *


That night the Dude didn't come back to the Village again. He had harpooned a nice fat stingray, made a small fire on the rocks by the cliffs and was roasting the fatty fish on the fire. For dessert he picked up two ripe coconuts that were laying in the sand. The sun was setting gracefully on the horizon, painting the skies in scarlet and vermillion and not a single cloud was marring this inferno of light. The Dude took a bite of the fish, tasting the sea salt on his tongue. This was life. No worries of tomorrow. No fears of the past. Just this one glorious moment of NOW, one with the sky and the sea. Even on a prison island, with cameras everywhere, with guards and a megalomanic Dr. Frankenstein controlling it all there was still breathtaking beauty. He wished he could make others understand that. Maybe it would allow them to find solace, to find peace the same way he could find peace.

* * *


The Dude had taken a double dose of painkillers before he fell asleep on the white sand of the beach. Whatever unpleasantness he experienced that night didn't measure up to some hangovers and bad trips he have had in the past. yeah, his hands and feet kinda hurt ... a lot ... but not for very long. When the Dude woke up the next morning, his skin had darkened significantly, his fingers and toes elongated and delicate membranes sprouted in between them. A slight fuzz of golden hair was covering some parts of his body. The ears had moved further up the skull and his blue eyes narrowed and elongated, looking strangely exotic on this new body. Finally two whiskers had sprouted on his face. All in all, the Dude wasn't looking that scary for now.
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