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Newt gave a nervious laugh, his face paling, "Th-that's re-re-rediculous. Th-they w-wou-woo-wouldn't... w-waste- th-that's... I h-hardly th-think..." He fumbled, the bottle of windex slipping from the crook of his arm to clatter on the floor.

He snatched the cleaner away from her, his face red now, "Th-that's re-re-re-re-rediculous!" His usually nervious, frightened expression had darkened, thick brows furrowed in an intense sort of frustration, "How w-would you know s-something like th-that? I'm j-just here to k-keep... t-to k-keep..." His face scrunched up, the built up dander in the room from the furrier islanders finally getting to him befor he sneazed sharply.

Lowly subject? That's what she thought? They were prizes! They were elite! They were beyond humanity! They were the next step! They were... the personification of progress! Of mankind moving the next step up towards becoming gods! How could she even think...? "W-well... I'm j-just the l-lowly.... cus-cus-custodian," He murmured, staring down at his pidgeon-toed shoes, "They wouldn' waist s-something so v-valuable on me." That said, he collected his cleaning supplies to slink towards the door, his chin tucked against his chest.

Rack 'Em Up
Gallen and Liamh

Liamh leaned over the billiards table, gingerly lifting the restraining triangle and setting it aside. He picked up his pool cue stick and grabbed the chalk, bracing the stick and twisting the blue cube on the end. He had a lot to think about since last night's film fest fiasco with the two islanders he'd met.

There was something about learning your life was no longer your own... that your body belonged to science - weird science, he thought wryly - that tended to arrest all your thought processes. It had been running circles through his head all night, and despite the lack of sleep, he had too much nervous energy to focus without doing something. So he'd taken a walk and ended up in the Rec room, and had immediately gravitated to the smooth, inviting green-felt lawn of the pool table.

Pool required concentration. Concentration that would force him to focus. Take down each wildly oscillating thought one by one. Like billiard balls.

He suddenly realized he'd worn a large divot into the chalk and his hand was dusted in blue powder. He rolled his eyes and blew the chalk dust away, and moved to break the set. Bent over and lining up the cue, his back was to the door.

Liamh's finger twitched and his back stiffened at the voice behind him. He stopped just before letting off his shot, eased the stick down, and glanced over his shoulder. A short guy, probably in his early twenties, was in the doorway looking his way.

"Oh, hey there," Liamh straightened and turned around, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "So you know about the whole mess, eh? Not sure i could take giving the whole schpiel..." he set the pool stick upright next to him, chalk-end up, and leaned on the edge of the table. "Not that i can get it out of my head, though, you know?" He looked over the other guy, wondering how long he'd been there, what he'd seen of the place...

And wondering how long before this guy started mutating right along with the rest.

Liamh snorted derisively, glancing back at the triangle of glossy colored balls. "Work for these monkey-licking bastages? Yeah, actually i did - i THOUGHT i did - up until last night." He gripped the stick tighter.

"Thought this was a friggin' resort they were building... hired me to work on the network security. No wonder they let me have the weekend off before starting... too good to be true, eh?" he laughed mirthlessly. "I guess i shoulda known i'd get mixed up in some sort of Sci-Fi mess if i watched Return of the Thing From Space too many times. Now i'm stuck in the blasted Twilight Zone jungle...." he trailed off, then shook his head.

"You've got a relative here?" he asked, glancing back at the other guy. "They work here, or are they... you know... one of the..." He swallowed. "experiments...?"