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Em laughed at 'The Dude's' words and, as a response, pulled her aviator's goggles up off her forehead so as to display the egg-bump there, now turning purple with a few days healing.

"I'm lucky to have gotten out with just this," she said. "The boat capsized and split nearly in two with that damn storm. ...And good riddance. I was so sick of the sea." She paused, realizing she was probably being insensitive to someone who obviously cared about their vessel. "I'm sorry you lost yours, though. ...Did you have it long?"

The Dude was about to start to wax poetically about the "Manatee" and how long he had her, and how much she rocked and what lovely time they had together, but when Cassidy asked the questions about the vaccination he stopped himself, and waited to see what Emelyn had to say about that.

In the meantime, a dishevelled lookng red cat entered the cafeteria. Fluffy tail high in the air, he strutted over to the four people and rubbed self against the Dude's leg, then against Ambrose's leg. Cuz Ambrose was the one currenbly with food, of course.

((Posting order? Oh, that would be lovely. *pants with overposting* o_o And beautiful move, Anya, eliminating one avenue of convo. XD As for this OOC- I'll delete it in a few minutes.)) heart

((Okey-dokey. Cass's turn then, I suppose. ^_~))

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Ambrose leaned forward to see for himself whether or not Emelyn had received the injection. Of course, having it didn't exactly prove anything, especially as they were talking about the necessity for the injection.

As the orangey tom leaped up onto the table from simply rubbing against his leg a moment before and started taking an interest in his meal, he held up an arm shielding the steak from his searching eyes. "No - bad kitty!" He tried to push him gently towards his master. "I rescued you the other day, that doesn't mean that I owe you my steak." he commented ruefully.
Turning his attention back to the blonde surfer "Dude, can you get your pet off the table..?"

Looking back to Emelyn and the purpose of the Island he smoothed his hair back in embarrassment. "well..." He sighed "From my knowledge, other than you and he" He nodded to the Dude "who shipwrecked here... Cassidy being here for the job... I'm here for a medical study.... other than that I met someone here the other day... a Matthew, who's here on vacation."

The Dude nodded, agreeing with Ambrose and Cassidy then remembered.

"Oh and Madison. Doctor Madison Moreau. She also recived an injection - hers is to cure her deafness, she claims. But she is a space case, so ... " - he shrugged and trailed off. Considering it was a surfer dude/beach bumm/sea rat who was calling this Madison a space case, she must have really been a weird one.

Insulted by such rude ejection from the table, Captain Morgan came up to the offered hand and rubbed against it, hoping that the hand would feed him. It's not like he wasn't able to provide for himself. But trying to catch voles in the jungle was tiresome and he was accustomed to a diet of fish. Fresh ocean fish. Or chicken fried steak.

Ambrose chewed on these thoughts; the notes about the deafness and how now that Cassidy mentioned it, it DID seem rather strange someone was vacationing on a research Island. Especially after all the nondisclosure papers he had to sign when he was first signing up for the study they seemed a rather paranoid bunch.

Ambrose eventually caved to the cat's mewlings and gave him a small sliver of his steak, hoping that it wouldn't single him out as "the sucker" of the group and thus further begging.

He looked back to Emelyn. "well, they weren't very specific about it beyond saying that they were testing a temporary physical enhancer. Mostly for medical use and for the disabled in some fashion. They couldn't tell me very much - they said - because they are trying to test for potential side-effects and judge just how effective the drugs are." He gave a bit of a reluctant look. "I'm... I'm not usually the sort that would jump at something like this" It sounded almost like an apology.

"But what worries me is that Matthew - the person here "Vacationing" - said that the staff told him that they were doing genetic research... and that doesn't seem to match up with anything other than what that Madison person said about deafness."

He gestured, glancing at Cassidy. "I compete in fencing tournaments, and I can't have anything in my system that will get me disqualified. And they promised that whatever it is they're doing would be gone by the time my two-weeks' study was over."