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If Marshall had learnd any thing during his long stay on this Island, it was this; the least ammont of drama happened when food was involved. So, carrying a large stack of plates in one flipper and two large boxes of Beer and Soda in the other, the Penguin clumisily made it over to his Adopted Older Brother's BBQ.

"G'Evening! Bluher and all that rot!" he said jokingly as he put the case of soda down next to Gaius. "Oh, good job singing off your eye brows by the way." he snickered.

Ever since her last transformation, Gloria had spent more and more time inside of her duplex, petrified and infuriated at what she had been turned into. You'd think going through all the other stages would have softened the blow, but no, not for her; it only served to fuel her anger. A brief reprieve from herself was what she needed, and she figured by attending the barbeque, that was exactly what she was going to get.

The zebra-woman approached with caution in her hooved step, before gathering her composure and lifting a hand in greeting, "Hey, you guys!"

Her smile broadened as she lifted her other hand, large radio coming up with it; there appeared to be a CD case tucked between her curled hand and the plastic top.

"I really didn't have anything to bring," she muttered awkwardly. "Except for music. I hope you don't mind."

((Hope you don't mind me crashing. If so, I'll delete it.))

Aislinn, on the other hand, had been almost delighted with her own transformation. Once she got over the fear of herself, of course. It'd had to be a -large- horse, not even a small one, that she turned into.

Well, half turned into. At least she'd been able to keep some of her body parts, though her face was elongated a bit and her ears those of a horse...her torso was mostly the same and she felt perfectly comfortable running about with it exposed even so.

...whether or not others felt comfortable with that was no concern of hers. Her long, now-gray locks were tossed behind her shoulder as she trotted foreward,
"I brought the best part," she motioned to the cooler she was trailing along behind her, draft-style,

"I've got beer, of course, for those of you with less civilized taste. And for those of us who prefer alcohol that doesn't taste like piss, I've got midori, vodka, margarita mixes, all sorts of goodies. If you want it, I probably have it...and hell, if I don't have it here, I've probably got it back at the apartment and can go fetch it."

Oz had been missing from his duplex for a few days. The night of his fever and final transformation had driven him from the box-like abode, which had now become too small to comfortably house his new girth. In the throws of a high temperature and crippling pain, Oz had travelled deep into the jungle and even partially ascended the mountain! But trying to adjust to his new weight and limbs had forced him to tumble back down to the base once again.

Unable to actually enter his duplex any more, Oz had climbed to its roof and rolled around in restlessness whenever he slept. Like gorillas, he'd started to rest during the day. Except for today.

The smell of a firing BBQ and the sounds of voices brought him from nightmarish dreams. He slowly got up, his muscles still screaming at him.

"Oh for Christ's sake! Its been four days, how long do I have to suffer afterwards?" he groaned to himself as he rubbed his neck.

He spied the dark equine form of Gaius, and chortled at his reaction to the other equine, who had joined the party naked. Wimp. Since their little get together was only a few duplexes down, Oz thought he might give his new muscles a test drive. Adding spring to his knees, he leapt from his duplex roof to the next, landing with a thunderous crash. He wibbled as he tried to balance and prayed to God he wouldn't fall through someone's roof.

On the next leap, he landed atop Gaius' duplex. He needn't introduce himself - the sound of his bulk landing did that for him. But he wondered how they might react to seeing him like this, seeing him as a big fuzzy lump.

The horse-man smiled sheepishly and uncovered his eyes, though he was careful to keep his sight on either her lower body or her face - no where inbetween!! A nervous chuckle that came across as more of a knicker escaped his lips. "I guess I'm just too modest for my own good..."

His stammering was interrupted by a loud crash from above them. Gaius spun about, worrying that some tree must have fallen on the building, only to see... a gorrilla? He squinted his eyes before recognition dawned on him and he broke into a smile. "Hey Oz!" He waved a hoof at the guy, a pang of apprehension shooting through him as he realized he hadn't seen him so hairy before. Yet another addition to their beastial ranks. Fluffing his feathers and settling them again, Gaius shook off the odd feeling and grinned, waving to the setup. "Want to join us? We have plenty to share!"

Aislinn blinked,

"Oh!" she said, a sudden thought striking her,
"I ought to bring out my karaoke-machine!" She knew how much Marshall and Gaius enjoyed karaoke. Well, really, she knew how much -she- enjoyed it, even if this wasn't exactly a karaoke bar.

Gently, she reached out to ruffle Oz's hair. The transformation was hard on everyone-- it'd even been tough for her despite her welcoming the changes to some degree-- and he hadn't been seen for several days now more than likely because of that.

"If ya need ta chat..." she whispered at his ear, then winked and trotted off to fetch the machine.

((I may not be online again until tomorrow...try to be before then, but until, I've at least got Ais out of the picture for ya. ^_^))

Gaius groaned, wondering if he'd ever be free of karaoke. No doubt he'd be pushed to sing... Oh well!

Popping open one of the coolers, Gaius grabbed out a sprite, not wanting to get into the alcohol just yet. Of course, what he'd forgotten was these cans were made for human hands, not hooves! He grumbled and snorted as his hooves clumsily tried to pry open the tab to no avail - having no fingernails made digging under things most difficult!

His ears flicked to attention and he looked up at Gloria's greeting. A snorting-laugh escaped before he could control himself and he coughed to cover it. Oh dear, what was Oz going to think of that?