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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[lonelynotforsaken]

Great. I'm glad you two are looking out for each other.

[He's glad Cohle is looking out for Lalo.]

[salamanca]

[ There's a long stretch of embarrassed silence on the other end of the walkie, followed by hushed voices and rustling. Sounds like maybe the walkie is being shoved back and forth? It's truly impossible to make out everything that's being said, but Rust's voice can be heard saying something to the effect of "that's just how he talks"... or something along those lines, in Rust's thick Texan drawl.

Then Lalo's voice comes back, more clearly. ]

Oh - ah - we're not - we're just traveling together, I wouldn't say... that, exactly... ah...

[ He clears his throat. Then more silence. ]

[lonelynotforsaken]

[There's a stretch where Martin tries to figure out what that response is about.]

But you're still trying to make sure neither of you die along the way, right? That's looking out. It's okay if you're not... friends? That doesn't mean you aren't companions right now. Just be careful. Both of you.

[salamanca]

Right! Be careful. You got it! Talk to you later, Martin. Bye for now!

[lonelynotforsaken]

Bye, Ben... and Cohle.