KY321B | voice | day 012

[backsassin]

Just want to clarify something I said when I first got here:

Whatever brought me to this place didn’t just get me stuck in human form. It actually made me human.

Case in point: sweat glands. Clawdites don’t have them. Humans do.

On a related note: how do you all deal with being so wet all the time? I know it’s how you thermoregulate, but it feels so gross. I feel like I need to be carrying around a towel…

[ It’s one of many, many complaints Zam has about her new human physiology, but in the interest of not offending her majority-human fellow islanders, she’ll keep them to herself. For now. ]

Anyone else get their species swapped upon waking up here? And more importantly: what are the chances we'll be able to be turned back?

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[backsassin]

Huh. So this place didn't make you human—just more human than you were before?

[ It's still odd to think that he's a droid—or, was one anyway. He doesn't look nor sound anything like one to her, but then, that could've just been another change wrought by the island. She wonders what he looked like before this place. ]

Maybe someone really is trying to make it a level playing field, then. Or to set some kind of experimental baseline.

I don't think we have the information to draw any solid conclusions yet, but... I don't know. This feels significant.

[obeir]

It's strange being so weak. [ After considering how that might sound to the resident human population, he diplomatically adds: ] Compared to what I'm used to. [ There. Better. Ish.

And it hasn't stopped bothering him, just the sheer amount of eating and sleeping that the average baseline human requires in order to remain functional. And now him. It seems terribly inefficient. So much time that could be put toward better things. ]

As far as I'm aware, we're the only two confirmed non-humans who've been brought here. Recently, at least. [ If there are others, maybe this will encourage them to speak up. ] And Martin raises an interesting point about the animals here, and Ben about objects...

[ And the sweat factor. After Ben chimes in on that, K performs a curious sniff check of himself that Zam might actually be able to see if she's in camp anywhere. Other than the smell of woodfire smoke clinging to him, there's a noticeable lack of... much else, really. Nothing like the musky body odor that he's caught whiffs of from humans before. ]

Well, I don't smell like a human. [ Wryly: ] Small mercies, I suppose.

[backsassin]

Tell me about it, [ Zam commiserates. ] I don't think I'm any weaker as a human, but being stuck in one form? It's so boring.

[ That last word comes out with more heat than Zam intended. Not like shapeshifting and being a Clawdite were important parts of her identity or anything, right? She can't help but run on a little. ]

I mean, even if I hadn't been turned into a human, I probably would've stuck with this form for the most part here. Keep a low profile, you know? But not even having the choice—ugh, it's like an itch I can't scratch and I know it's just going to get worse.

[ Okay, maybe she's a bit more upset about it than she's been letting on—even to herself. She huffs out a breath and reminds herself that just because Kaydee is another non-human, it doesn't mean he can relate at all to being suddenly non-Clawdite. ]

Anyway, [ she sighs, trying to re-assume her usual nonchalant demeanor. ] How have you been coping? I guess this must be your first time eating and drinking, right? How's that going?