Welcome to Gaia! ::

Jordan jumped, startled at the knock. Who could that that be? His internal question had been answered immediately and he gasped, slapping his hand to his face.

“We forgot about Dai!” he rushed to the door, greeting his guest into his quarters. “Oh wow! Thanks, Dai! I’m sorry if we got too far ahead of you.” Jordan helped her out with the clothing and set it down in a heap at the foot of his bed. “Wow.. I’m so glad you showed up with some extra clothing. I’d have to wash this outfit everyday if it weren’t for your generosity. What a pain that’d be.” He hugged her. “Really, thank you.” He felt like a kid in a candy store as he looked through some of the clothing. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, not that he was disappointed by any of it. He was simple enough to please. As long as it breathed well and left some room to move in, it was plenty fine.

“Well, this is my room for the duration of my stay. It’s cozy, but I like it. It’s got that homey feel. It just needs a microscope, some slides to view, and maybe some beakers and a centrifuge, but other than that, it’s a pleasant get-a-way from life.” He chuckled as he reminisced about his laboratory station layout. “This may be a beautiful vacation spot, but it’s going to get to me if I don’t get something to work on. I’m not used to simply relaxing on a beach… I’ve got to keep busy or I’m going to go stir crazy.”

Jordan had to sit down, taking a seat on his bed. Though spiritually he was feeling better, his body still felt the stress of the day. “Wow… that was sudden… I was feeling great and then ‘BAM!’.” He wiped his brow with his forearm. “I’m okay.. just need to sit for a few minutes. Please, stay for a bit. We can talk, rest, maybe find somewhere else to explore. Once I feel better, I’m not sure I’m going to want to sit idly.”

Jordan smiled graciously as their host. “Please. Make yourself at home while you’re my guests.”

Jordan smiled at Dai's generous offer to do a 'chow run'. "I wouldn't want to put you out if you're hurting. Trust me, right now, I'm right there with you." he shifted his body, hearing various pops in sore parts. His stomach gurgled loudly and he tried to ignore it and hoped it hadn't been so obvious to the other two. He hadn't eaten and the mention of food caused his body to focus on that fact.

"Are you sure you don't mind? I'm sorry.. I didn't think I was so hungry..." he laid back and stared at the ceiling "Hmmmmm... actually... I'd love a sandwich.. maybe turkey or tuna... make that two, I may want one for later... and some water."

He glanced over at Gallen, wondering what he'd do now that his sandals had been brought to him. Jordan was hoping htis wouldn't become an awkward situation. He didn't want to put anyone out. Jordan was one individual who strived to avoid confrontation, while trying to make everyone happy. He was feeling a bit nervous as it got quiet for those following moments.

Gallen rushed down the dirt path to his Duplex. He felt bad for Jordan, a man so loyal to his job and will go as far as to deny the obvious. As Gallen entered his room he quickly striped down, checked himself over, "Nope notion as changed yet, thank god" and dressed in clean, dry clothes. Soon he was out and on his way to the Cafeteria.

He ran in and grabbed a few tuna sandwiches, some packs of trail nix and a Portabella mushroom sandwich. Soon he was off and back to Jordan’s room.

He listened respectfully, wondering what it must be like for her to be changing into a bird. That seemed unpleasant to him, but then again, changing into anything at all came across as unpleasant. She was definitely off from the typical human body, but did that mean she was actually becoming something less than human? He felt like he’d been stranded in the middle of the Twilight Zone. This was so strange. He rationalized her appearance to recessive traits that had become dominant through mutation. Not having known her before now, that appeased his him.

“You were a doctor?” his ears picked up on that in particular “That’s fantastic, though I never made it that far. It had been my life-long goal to become a veterinarian. I’m not complaining about being an assistant. I’ve been quite happy with the way my life has progressed lately.” He was interrupted by his rumbling stomach. “Oh, chemistry? I had to learn it.. though it’s not my strongest area of expertise.” He was being modest by comparison to his other professional skills. His stomach growled again and he laid back, rubbing his stomach gently, tilting his head to the side, smiling at his guest. “Which branch did you work at?” he assumed she too had been a Feral employee.

Gallen sat on a chair as he started to eat, and nodding to the thanks he received. "Turing in to... Ah wa sunder the impressions ah was becoming some kind o feline. Aubery told me, but She would not tell me the species." He bit down on his vegetarian meal and chewed it happily. "So what ye two been talkin about?"