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Rachel tried to stand as still as she could while Nita worked. She had to keep from laughing or wiggling a couple of times, as the fabric brushed her in places she was ticklish. When she was done, Rachel walked over to the mirror to see the effect. It really wasn't bad, considering.

"Safety pins? Hmm..." Rachel racked her brain, to think whether she had any, but came up empty. "I don't think I have any...but..." she said, an idea coming to her as she moved towards the chest of drawers. All the clothes that used to fit her when she first came on the island lay there, neatly folded. It was a little painful looking at the clothing, thinking of how she used to be, but she forced herself to push the thoughts aside. There was no way she could change how things were.

"You can use anything in here, that you think might help. Like this for instance?" she said as she reached into the drawer, pulling out a brightly printed sarong. The fabric would not have been near enough to cover her now, she knew, but maybe it would work as a belt?

"Or we can tie a few things together too..."

Rachel tried sucking in a little, to help Nita tie the sarong around her waist. Well at least it would work for now....she knew a more permanent solution was needed, however. She just hoped the labs would follow through with clothes of some kind.

"Yeah...maybe I'll ask them for a few safety pins if I don't get some clothing soon...at least I can go out in public for a little bit now..." Her stomach growled again now, reminding her that she had yet to eat since her change.

"Yeah...food." Rachel said the word with something akin to regret and sighed. She was getting better about eating more, but she couldn't completely rid herself of the mentality of the anorexic girl who had come here less than four months before.

"You're probably right..." she nodded. "And I bet you have things to do today that don't involve me. I don't want to keep you any longer..."

"Thanks Nita," Rachel said, as the girl let herself out. "I really appriciate you helping me out will all of this. Sleep well." Both her mouths smiled and she gave the Red Panda girl a little wave.

[end RP]

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Time went by, and it seemed the labs had practically forgotten about the misshapen orca girl. That is, she seemed forgotten until one morning she awakes in not her own creaking duplex, but a one-way-mirror-walled observational room. She's stripped down in the nude, laid down on her belly as though they had dragged her off of a wheeled cart to transport her inside. In one corner of the room is a large water bottle, like what is used in pet stores to keep puppies watered, or kept in hamster cages. Beside that, is a bowl of whole fish, scales, bones, heads and all. For the time being, it seems she is alone.

Rachel groaned as she woke up, raising a hand to her eyes to rub them, noticing seconds later that she was lying on a cold floor, and was stark naked. Her immediate reaction was to gasp and cover her private areas with her stubby hands and arms as best she could, even if there wasn't much to see anymore.

She looked around for anything she could use that would more effectively cover her, but all she saw was her own nude image reflected in plates of glass all over the room, a industrial looking metal door, a pet-style water container and a bowl of whole fish.

Rachel looked at the fish in disgust. Even if real orcas ate whole fish, Rachel certainly wasn't a "real" orca. Fish sounded a little more appetizing to her lately, perhaps, but she wasn't craving it by any means, and certainly wasn't interested in eating it whole. She turned away from the bowl trying to see what else the room contained, if anything.

Her heart was pounding and her breathing was heavy. How did she get here...where ever here was? The last thing she remembered, she had gone to bed in her own room and now she was bare-assed naked, in a strange place with no one else around. Was she in the labs? Had that Robin lady finally decided to do the testing she had agreed to weeks ago?

She got up cautiously, still trying to cover herself, and walked over to the door. When she found it locked, she wasn't really disappointed. It hadn't seemed likely that whoever put her in this "cage" would have been careless enough to leave the door unlocked. She tried pounding on it, to get someone's attention.

"Hello! Can anyone hear me!" she called loudly, not knowing how thick the walls of her prison were.

Time ticked on, and it seemed no one was paying attention to her cries. Behind the mirrored glass, though, the watch team from that morning perked up, sending a direct call into Robin's office. Time ticked on, and Robin had to collect her notes and rush to the holding cell where the subject had been brought, an eager, determined expression on her face. "Good morning, Seventy Seven! How are you feeling?" A good twenty minutes had leaked by before the familiar voice crackled over unseen speakers.

Rachel stopped her pounding and her cries as soon as she heard Robin's voice. She breathed a small sigh of relief at having some kind of contact with someone, even if it was later than was desired. She looked around for the speakers, and seeing none, found herself feeling strange as she spoke to the empty air.

"Decidedly uncomfortable, thank you," Rachel said irritably. "Where am I? And where are my clothes!?"

Robin ignored her questions as though they had never been asked, "How have you been functioning since last we spoke?" Her voice was unnervingly cheerful.

Rachel frowned, continuing to look around the room for the source of the voice. Was this woman that obsessed with whatever it was she wanted that she would just ignore her "subject?"

"Maybe you can answer my questions first." Rachel stated bluntly. "I'm really not fond of being undressed."


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