((Jorno, 5% Aware... and yes i mean 5))

It had been a few weeks since he's arrived on the island and he still hasn't mustered the guts to go up and talk to some of the islanders. On his first week he thought it was a festival of costume or a convention being used to that sort of thing having attended AnthroCon once with a friend a few years back. On the second week, he had noticed a couple people with tentacles and using them like extra limbs and, being an engineer, tried to find the wires and remotes to control them from a distance; having failed he got suspicious of what was going on until the this week when he noticed things weren't right with himself. His nails had turned black and thickened, his ears had changed slightly and hair was thickenning across his body. Not to mention the uncomfortable bulge he has developed at the base of his spine. Out of fear, he had knocked on his neighbors door and asked what was going on only to have his fears confirmed.

Now he sits on the edge of the village in a tree every day with his laptop working on projects he's had for himself for years and today was no different. With his pet Kinkajoo hanging from the branch above him eating, he sat in quiet contemplation with a silent hope someone would come up and talk to him to ease his nerves.