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To Gaius, the whole situation had a dark humor to it. He couldn't help the low chuckle that came from deep in his long throat. "It's the labs, pal... The labs are out to get me for trying to work this project, and they're only going to hurt anyone who helps me... Sounds more like some movie plot, huh?"

Vixen, shoe in mouth, clambered up onto the bed and lay down leaning against one of Oz's legs, making herself comfortable and, from this position, able to watch both her companions.

"I haven't seen him since the incident... hopefully the labs fixed it... Unless they went and broke his other arm too." Returning his attention to Oz's changed physique, Gaius' brows furrowed as he tried to scrutinize the new features. "You're all long in the wrong places. Can you move at all, or did they mess up your spine too much?"

Gaius let out a low whistle as he watched. "Your back is as bad as my neck..."

As Oz shifted, Vixen hopped up to get out of the way, getting off the bed, leaving the rather slimey shoe, and moved to sit on the floor between the two with her head resting on the edge of the bed... In perfect reach should either chose to give her a little scratching. It didn't seem to bother her that the man before her was essentially half gorilla and in discomfort.

Gaius snorted, turning a fake glower on the man. "You should be sorry! Going off and messing up a whole day's progress? Though I think the one you should really apologize to is Marshall..."

The warm fuzzy feeling was slowly disappating, Gaius' enhanced system working the alcohol out slowly, but steadily. His playful frown took a turn towards the real. Somehow, he knew he didn't really want to deal with the reality of this issue... of the grotesquely twisted and stretched man lying helplessly before him. Getting to his feet, Gaius fetched a pair of bottles from the minifridge and placed one beside Oz on the bed as he opened his own and took a gulp, grimacing slightly. Being far from knowledgeable in drinks, he'd grabbed whatever beer he'd found, which happened to be some lite version name-brand, but that mattered little. Beer was for the alcohol, not for the taste.

The dog lifted her head to sniff at the hand reach out to her, then nuzzled it slightly, liking the attention. Gaius watched around the bottle, feeling almost proud for some reason as Oz showed interest in his dog.

"Her name's Vixen... it's one of the few things she came with. An Auz... Auzzie... Australian Shepherd! That's it." He nodded. "Dang smart too, like you wouldn't believe!" Tilting his head slightly, Gaius smirked at the sight of the big guy and the dog interacting. "...You like dogs, do ya?"

Gaius smirked. "Big softy, ain't ya? Didn't think you a cat person anyways."

Vixen's tail wagged happily at the ruffling, tongue lolling out to the side in a very canine look of pleasure.

As Gaius now finished up this last bottle, it dawned on the guy that he'd been holding back nature a bit long, and drinking all that was starting to make him feel uncomfortable. Standing up, he nodded apologetically to Oz, a silly half-grin on his face. "I'm afraid I gotta go take care of some un-drinking now... you watch over yourself and all. I expect you back on the job as soon as you're back in shape!"

Gaius nodded his thanks, heading for the bathroom. Vixen pulled her head away from Oz's hand to watch him go, but relaxed back against the bed as her master didn't go far.

A few moments later and with a great sigh of relief, there was a zipping sound, flushing, and then running water. Gaius emerged from the bathroom wiping his washed hands off on his pants. "Hoy, Vix," he called. Her ears perked up and she hopped to her feat, leaving Oz behind. "Let's let him rest a bit..." He gave her a quick ruffle and looked back up at Oz. "Hope that back doesn't give you much trouble. Just give a call if you need anything!"

Waving behind him, he closed the duplex door after Vixen, leaving Oz alone with himself and the beer at hand.

Even days after his initial change, his body was still exhausted but despite that, he had restless sleep most nights. He woke up from his curled, 'nested' position, with all of his sheets and duvets wrapped around and under him. What would he do today? Wander around his duplex some more until boredom forced him to change direction or inspect some random item? Sit and sulk about what had happened? Try to stretch his muscles until he could get full function back?

He went for sulking. Although awake, he remained in his curled up, almost foetal position, feeling somewhat safe like this. But it began to kill his back. Begrudgingly, he heaved himself up, and scrambled to his feet quickly, using the brief energy burst to stop him from falling asleep again. Nature called and urged him toward the bathroom.

After relieving himself, he made a huge mistake. He saw it. For the first time since his change.

His reflection.

Staring back at him was this unrecognisable face. No longer human and with nothing of his previous appearance to hold onto. His broken nose - now broadened and starting to show the signs of flattening into his profile. The memory of how he got his defining nose seemed to disappear along with it. A thick eyebrow ridge polluted his face just above his eyes, and an odd ridge of bone running up the middle of his forehead. Tentatively, he put a finger to it and then traced its length...right to the top of his skull.

He felt sick inside. Everything that made him Oz was beginning to disappear. His scars had even faded with the new skin coming in. What was he without his mementos of his past? He was just 'one of them'. He wasn't human anymore. He wasn't Oz anymore. They were effectively stealing his whole life as it was. Nobody would know he had scars, or how he got them. Nobody would know he broke his nose playing rugby. Nobody would even know he used to play rugby, since his new bulk could be attributed to his 'animal serum.'

Who...or what was he now? He was nothing! He was something in-between. What else would change? How far would it go?

Mouth agape in horror, he started to hyperventilate, watching this thing looking back at him, same expression, same eyes, same everything. But it wasn't the same. It couldn't be. That wasn't what he was supposed to look like!

Thats not me...thats not me...THATS NOT ME!

With one swipe, he ripped the mirror from the wall and scrambled out of the room as it shattered into millions of pieces. He clambered onto his bed and draped the duvet over himself, shrouding himself in darkness as he contemplated just what he was.

Sayuri's tail swished from side to side behind her as she stood at his door, having knocked on it a couple of times and waited an answer. She patted her hair a little, checking for any escaping hairs in her tidied up-do.
Her make-up was pristine as well, her kimono one she'd not worn since arriving on the Island, she looked like the Maiko she had been on arrival. She wasnt sure why she'd dressed up so much, it was mostly because Oz had never seen her like this and she wanted to look her prettiest for him.
There was still no answer, and she rapped on the door again.