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Thorn has never worn a dress in her life. But now, the oversized James was wanting her to parade around in one in front of Moreau!? This seemed a little suspicious.

Thorn crossed her arms. "What's going on" She asked James. "Why in the hell would I ever wear that... that.. thing?!"

But the image of her all girly in that dress did cross her mind and she was rather tempted to try. She didn't want to ruin her tough girl image. She squirmed and tapped her foot a bit the temptation of trying it out becoming near unbearable.
She looked over at James and the girl in the goggles. "Don't tell this to ANYONE!"

She disappeared and put on the black dress. She did love red but the style was just was too... girly. The black one was more glam goth in style and seemed to be her size. She of course, leave on her gaudy leather choker and her fishnet arm bands and tights that she wore under her ripped jeans.

She looked into the mirror before she exited the changing room. DAMN she looked HOT!

It was all a whirlwhind. Emelyn could hardly believe that she was decked out in a dress that looked like it should be hugging the curves of a hollywood starlet... let alone that she was encased in an elevator that was headed up a mountainside to a dinner in what appeared to be a millionaire's mansion. She'd not even gotten to meet this woman, and the fact that they were now the solitary passengers of a minute space, she realized she'd not even said a word to her.

"Thorn, was your name? I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to introduce myself- I'm still a little flustered about being in a mansion." She laughed easily, but didn't extend her hand for a shake- something told her that the woman wouldn't appreciate the gesture.

A servant was waiting as the elevator opened "Hello Miss White, Miss Granger, come this way the Doctor is awaiting you."

He gestured for them to enter the oppulant mansion, the elevator was where a front door would be. Directly in front of them was a entry room with a large gorgeous staircase. The entry room had a huge fireplace, a crystal chandlier, and beautiful paintings. In the distant rooms the smell of gourmet cooked food wafted in from the most well lit hallway, and in the other direction a library could be seen.

It was in a word... breathtaking.

It wasn't until getting to this room Thorn realised that she was the proverbial fish out of water. There was just so much that wasn't needed, that she didn't quite understand. The most annoying thing to her was that a few years ago she came across a table exactly like one within the room, only more beat up. At the time that $100 for the piece of trash left her happy for weeks, but now she knew she was totally jipped by the a*****e. If it were here, it had to be at least worth a few grand... at LEAST.
"Damnit" She said as she eyed that table.
The servant greeted them. A servant seemed like a totally odd thing to Lauren but she knew if she had the money, she would love one. Hell, she loved the cleaning service she had already.
"Sure!" She said smiling cheesily. She nearly tripped on her dress and had to catch herself as she walked foreword. The thing was annoying and itchy but it was definatly shiny.
Damnit, can they just get to the food already? popped into her brain as he stomach rumbled. It had a habit of doing that.

Emelyn almost didn't recognize the doctor- Aubrey, that is. She'd never met Moreau, so this was quite a surreal instance for her. Ever since that night she'd washed up on shore, she'd heard the name Moreau in whispers, angry tones, and mouthed in awe. She'd begun to believe that he may not exist at all- he'd taken on the presence of some all-knowing being, hovering above the island in his mansion. So seeing him sit, even as large-as-life as he still seemed, dashing and suave at the end of a table outfitted for the most particular of kings, she was surprised to see that all he was... was a man.

But she gave a smile to Aubrey, and included her in her greeting to the Moreau.

"Good evening, and thank you for inviting me," she said, no longer believing that this night was about getting off the island, "and it's nice to finally meet you, Dr. I've heard so much about you. And Dr... Aubrey, I believe it was?" She'd put so much effort in remembering that it was Aubrey, rather than Audrey... that she'd forgotten the woman's last name.

Aubrey stood as the others entered the room. She smiled politely and reached out to shake their hands. "Hello, ladies. Its nice to meet you ah... Thorn? And nice to see you again, Miss Emelyn."

"Quite." Emelyn said, slipping into an eased state with the elegant surroundings. "Everything looks... well, sublime." And she meant it- there was nothing she'd rather down than piles of shrimp.. and it had been so long since she'd had a good lobster.

Moreau smiled politely to Lauren's rather... vulgar statement. "Well, as you know this is my island. Of course you also know that this is a medical testing facility of some kind. I am here to tell you exactly what I am doing here," Moreau paused, "and to hopefully ask for you to understand" as he looked more at Emelyn "and to make it clear how much that understanding is worth to me."

Moreau nodded his head politely to both of them. "I am telling you both this because I have decided that of this island's inhabitants you two are the ones I see with the most... potential." Moreau actually thought most manipulatable but of course he'd never say that.

"Aubrey here has known me for a number of years and can probably tell you more about working with me here. Don't get me wrong, I am not asking for much." Moreau smiled and waited to see how they reacted to these statements.