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Ambrose wandered into the cafeteria the next day, once again finding himself motivated to prioritize his day around the first meal.
The days had started to really blur together. Which was a good thing, he reminded himself. It made the day that he would return that much sooner.

Once again spying the Dude in the cafeteria, he stopped by the lunchline to get a helping of some chicken-fried steak and headed towards his usual table.

It had been a few days since she'd washed up on the island, and Emelyn was still getting the feel- quite gradually, of this strange place. The room she'd been staying in looked like some sort of hotel room that had been decorated by a man who didn't believe in color, and the 'village', if that's what it could be called, was filled with people who didn't seem to know anyone around them. She'd not gotten a chance to meet a soul... were they all stragglers from the vicious sea, or perhaps they were part of whatever research this Dr. Moreau had set aside this paradise for.

She found her way into the cafeteria, directed by her nose and by the memory of seeing people streaming in its doors throughout the day. She hadn't seen hide nor hair of any of the people who had rescued her that first day- and so she didn't know how long she was going to be here- so she might as well get to know the people around her.

The first person she spotted was a man with blonde dreadlocks... who looked much more home on an island like this than she did, and another blonde with his back to her. She resisted the reaction to 'size them up', instead settling on walking over to introduce herself. She kept her hand to herself- something about shaking hands seemed a little staged... but she smiled at them instead.

"Hello there."

((EDITED- to include Ambrose. ^_^))

Ambrose smiled amicably, and this time - was able to mimic the hand-slapping ritual to near-accuracy, mentally congradulating himself.

"No problem... Dude" He sat down, filling his fork with food. "I left shortly thereafter myself." As much as he would have been surprised to admit it several days ago, he was begining to like this fellow. And their similar lunch schedules made him progressively easier to chat with. "I don't think anyone could have gotten too much information out of him."

He looked up as someone new entered the cafeteria and met her with a smile. "Hello there, miss." He stood up and gestured to an open seat. "My name is Ambrose"

"Cassidy!" - the Dude perked up and pulled up a chair from another table for her.

"Come hang with us." - he grinned

Turning towards the pretty brunette he stretched out his hand and introduce himself: "Hello Emelyn. I'm the Dude here. Just call me that."

Cassidy grinned back and slid into a seat nearby. "Hey," she greeted, and forked up a mouthful of salad.

She blinked at Emelyn in some confusion, and swallowed. "One of these storms got you, too? I'm Cassidy, by the way."

"Cassidy," Em said, nodding with a slight smile, so she'd be able to remember the name. "Yep... is that how you got here, too?" She asked, shocked that there were those that shared her situation.

All in all, this cafeteria reminded Emelyn of any she'd ever been in- people talking over one another in the beginning, conversations and introductions overlapping until people paired off, so she just tried to run with the flow and answer everyone at once.

"It's nice to meet you," she chimed to Ambrose, emphasizing 'you' so as to let him know she agreed with his sentiment. She was a little surprised that she was the only darker-haired individual at the table... it almost made her stick out, and she ran her fingers through her insane bangs, wishing she'd made some effort to slick them down before she went out of her little 'cabin' that morning. But how was she to know that she'd be meeting two men today... especially, she thought, irritated with herself for thinking so shallow, such handsome ones.

"Are you new to the island?" She asked Ambrose, hoping he'd have some more information about this strange place.