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Day one of Experiment || current condition: healthy and normal


Ryo drummed on his legs as the plane descended into Norway. He wasn't exactly sure what one would wear to a secret experiment, all he knew is that the doctors said to wash with antibacterial soap and don't eat anything the day before. Which as far as Ryo knew only made him clean and hungry besides that Ryo decided to wear a white T-shirt some swim trunks and his combat boots and Leather vest. His outfit was weird for sure but Ryo treasured his "fit" or leather Vest, it had been confiscated upon being arrested but Ryo had gotten it back upon release along with his pack of cigarettes but sadly not his knife. Feeling a dropping feeling in his stomach as the plane touched down Ryo thought about the last thing he had been nervous about, it was probably being patched into The Tigers. Stepping off the plane Ryo breathed in the ocean air, he had been swimming but never in the ocean it certainly will be an experience for him. Walking to the complex Ryo identified himself then was ushered into one of the surgery rooms.

" Please strip and put on a surgery gown" a doctor said to Ryo. Doing as he was told Ryo stripped down and put on the gown. " Ok Mr..... the doctor checks his file. " Ryo, the DNA you will be receiving will be that of a Mako shark " the doctor informed Ryo. " Mako shark huh? Wouldn't it be more fitting if it was a tiger shark? " Ryo said sarcastically to which the doctor just looked at him. " Mhmmhmm funny well Mr.Ryo please get on the surgery table. " Ryo nodded and reluctantly got on the table. Upon getting on the table the doctors strapped Ryo down and out a mask on Ryos mouth. Panicking Ryo thrashed until the doctors calmed him down. Taking deep breaths the anesthesia kicked in and the edges of Ryos vision faded till everything went to black.
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It had been a bumpy ride, but the chopper pilot was apparently experienced in flying under a variety of conditions. They didn't even give him a chance to change his clothes- or check the duffel bag to make sure Federation Corrections Center Prime hadn't helped themselves to some of his belongings.

He was anxious- they didn't tell him much about what they had in mind, just that it was an alternative to what was certainly his fate if he'd stayed in prison. He still suffered the treatment of a maximum security convict; wrists, ankles, and neck secured with interconnected restraints, orange jump suit and armored, armed guards on either side of him, charging their tasers as a warning every time he so much as looked at them. He couldn't stop repeating to himself, Anything is better than this; I don't deserve this.

Once they'd landed, they were quick to roughly drag him from the helicopter, and practically carried him to the security team that was waiting for them. They were just as rough about removing the restraints, one of them with a weapon leveled on him as the other went about the task.

He was confused for a split second when they didn't leave, only to go wide eyed as the other continued, forcibly removing the jumpsuit! You've got to be kidding- please, this has got to be a bad dream- They left him shivering in his underwear, and he just tried to cover up the fresh bar code tattoo on the left side of his neck (the mark not only of a convict, but a declared enemy of the Federation). They threw down his duffel bag, and simply said, "He's all yours." before rushing back to the chopper, which couldn't seem to leave fast enough. Dropped like hot garbage. He thought, as he shivered, and the tattoo stung under his hand, I don't deserve this...

The security personnel picked up his bag, and were quick to escort him inside; they didn't have anything to cover him with, and didn't seem to have any intention of letting him get dressed again. As they moved down the halls, he couldn't help feeling humiliated at his current state, but still relieved. Despite the anxiety of being in this place (that only seemed marginally better then the prison he'd "escaped"), the uncertainty of what would happen to him here was worlds above the certainty of where he had previously been.

He noticed others, in passing, similarly escorted, Huh. I wonder if they're part of the same experiment? he also couldn't help but resent he was the only one being handled in such an undignified manner.

The guards stuck around, but backed off once they got him where they were taking him. "Put on the gown, sir." Gown? like, for surgery?.. Wait. After he complied, they led him into a room that looked prepped for surgery, and a terrible idea dawned on him as he saw someone prepping a needle. He saw the heavy restraints on the table he was clearly meant to lay down, looked at the needle again, and began to tremble as he shook his head. "N-no. No!"

The guards were quick to grab him as he backed away, and proceeded to wrestle him onto the table, kicking and screaming! "You told me I'd get out! Stop, you told me this wouldn't happen! Please, no!" They had no trouble forcing him onto the table and strapping him down securely; he wasn't an especially strong man. "No! No-o-o-o! Please! I don't deserve this!" He screamed and cried as they held the gas mask over his face, but he was going under quickly, still pleading for his life, weakly, certain he was about to die, "I don't deserve this..."

Then everything went black...
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I swear to god that if this baby doesn't stop screaming, I'll turn myself in to the Feds.

Other than the baby screaming a few rows down, the lift off had been uneventful for Mellisa. No one had recognized her or tired to stop her from leaving the country, her "daring" escape went off without a hitch. Her trip to Norway was secure, people she knew there would give her keys to her new apartment. She didn't really know them, she knew them in the sense of you would know co-workers. Names and a face on a paper from friendly rebels at the bar.

Prepared for the coldness of the outside, she had a nice cream-colored sweater on. It was a gift from her mother right before she left, it was hand-knitted and had the smell of home on it. A blend of spices, the smell from her dog, and the lavender they always had hanging up. It was the only thing that kept her connected to home now, she gave up her last name when she boarded the plane; the Federation would have a harder time tracking her if they wanted to. She didn't want to leave in the first place either, she would happily let the Federation take her. However, her family and friends would be punished if the Federation found out they had harbored her.

The baby has finally stopped screaming, they flying smooth for the next 18 or so hours.

Oh thank you Christ! Maybe I'll get some sleep now.


Many hours, a few movies, and many, many airplane peanuts later, they safely landed in the airport. Standing up and taking a breath, she slowly clambered out of the plane with the other passengers. In the terminal, she spotted the people she was supposed to meet; nondescript and holding a sign. They escorted out of the airport and to her new apartment.

"You should get familiar with the streets, many escape paths are around if you know where they are." One said.
"Yes," followed the other, "get familiar with the people and learn how to blend in."
"Good luck, and welcome to Norway." They both said in unison, which was a bit unsettling.

She did as they advised and walked the streets, popping in and out of shops, practicing her clunky Norwegian. In a alleyway, she saw someone who didn't quite fit into the crowds. They seemed to be a scientist with the look to prove it. A vague curiosity took over her and she followed him, almost getting caught a few times. She had followed them for quite some time, and was getting bored of it. But her curiosity was soon again piqued when they entered a building, and she followed suit. Inside it resembled a lab, all white and smelled of bleach. Soon guards surrounded her and kicking and screaming, they drug her to a room.

"Who are you and how did you find this place? Are you with the Federation?!" questioned a scientist, different from the one she followed
"First off, my name is Mellisa, I followed a guy here, and absolutely not. I'm not a bootlicker!" Mellisa fired back, slamming her hands on the table.

Through a near shouting match, Mellisa learned that she followed a scientist belonging to a organization planning to leave the Federation, and now that she knew about them, they gave her a choice. Have her brain wiped of this encounter or join them. She joined them of course, looking for anyway to rebel against the Federation. The scientist informed her of a experiment, where they would modify her genetics. She agreed after being notified of the procedure, then was taken to an operating room. On the way she saw several others that weren't in uniform. Assuming they were other participants, she lightly hoped to meet them later.

She changed into a hospital gown and prepared herself. As anesthetics were kicking in, Mellisa wondered what animal she would get. A shark? A shrimp? Maybe a dolphin! These thoughts soon muddled together as she felt herself slip away.
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“Ms. Hall, we are ready for you, room four. Please follow me.” A facility aide informs her as the aide stops at her room. She has been staying here for the past several days waiting for this moment. The moment that She would get her own gene mod and help forge a path for a new branch of humanity under the oceans of this world. And now that it is here, She is nervous, scared even. While the risk of complications is very low, it is there for a tiny group of people, on average less than .0001% according to some estimates. But these complications can sometimes be dangerous and the knowledge it is possible is still there in the back of her head. ‘Ever the pessimist, subconscious,’ she thinks to herself. Standing and quickly stretching, she prepared herself for whatever would come in these next minutes and hour. For better or for worse she had chosen her side, she would resist the Federations rule even if it would cost her her life.

With one last deep breath, she opens her eyes and nods to the waiting aide and begins following her through the halls of the facility. A few minutes later they reached their destination, Medical Room 4. “Please step inside and change into the medical gown. A doctor will be in shortly.” Sarah walked inside the room and closed the door behind her. It was a simply medical room, a couple chairs, an exam table, and all sorts of medical equipment and utensils, and on the exam table, a medical gown. After double checking the door was securely shut, she began pulling off her jeans, shirt, shoes, socks and underwear, and folding them neatly and putting them on one of the chairs. With a light shudder at the cool air, she got herself situated in the medical gown just as there was a knock at the door.

“Ms. Hall? May I come in?” A masculine voice asked from the other side of the door, with a slight north eastern American accent.

“I’m ready, you can come in.” She replied.

Upon opening the door a middle aged Caucasian man entered, with a light smile. “I’m glad to see you are ready. I am glad to inform you that you are a fitting candidate for this experiment and have been identified as most compatible with the Blue Shark DNA we have, and have been selected for it. We have a gurney in the hallway, that I will need you to get on so we can wheel you to the operating room.”

She nodded and walked into the hallway, seeing the gurney wheeled up as she leaves the room. As it comes to a stop, she tentatively climbs onto the bed and lies down.

“We’re going to strap you down and start you on an anaesthetic to put you under. You won’t feel a thing until well after we are done. Do you understand?” The doctor asks.

“Yes, I do.” Sarah responds.

The assistant who wheeled the gurney over began manoeuvring her arms into the restraints and then her legs.

“We are going to put you under now.” The doctor says as he hooks a mask over my face. “Please start counting backwards from 100.”

“100, 99, 98, 97, 96, 95, 94, 9... 3...” And she blacked out.
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Tristesse sighs as she sits in a plane, her fingers drumming on the armrest, fidgeting. Admittedly, she is slightly nervous as she had never been outside of home before, nonetheless on anything flying. Not to mention the request to bathe with antibacterial soap and not eat anything. What is happening to her family? Did anyone even escape? She looks out the window, much too stressed and hungry to sleep. Exactly what had she gotten in to, she wouldn't know until she touched down.



A few hours later, she lands in Norway, still fidgeting and shifting in her seat. Her stomach drops and her ears muffle the entire world outside of herself as she is escorted off of the plane and to a nondescript building. The smell of the sea welcomes her; this is a new place (a way too cold one at that), but salty water is always a sign of somewhere safe. Somewhere that could be home. She is directed into a room much too sanitary to be normal and sits down. A nurse comes in and explains to her that she is going to be strapped to a gurney and brought to an operating room where her genetic modification surgery will take place. This surgery would entwine her DNA with a mantis shrimp's. She smiles and lays on the gurney. "This is going to be fun." She closes her eyes so as to not be bored looking at the scrolling hospital lights. A surgeon tells her to count backward from 100 as a mask is being latched onto her face and a haze fills her vision.

"100, 99, 98,.. 97,.. 96,.. 95..., 94..., 93..., 9...2.." Her mouth opens a bit as she falls unconscious.
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This place looked like his second home, while most would fear incarceration, he was ready to "program" and find others to form a "clique" so that they would be the voice inside these walls. But this wasn't a prison, and the people that he was seen didn't look like any real offenders from the street.

Man this is some easy shit to deal with John thought to himself, I can eat fish all day and have to deal with a bunch of squares, man this is... then John saw a girl, no a woman, then another woman, what kinda of prison is this?

"Hey turnkey, what's up with the women in this prison?"

" This isn't a prison, this is a medical facility" the individual answered but it fell oh deaf ears as John saw the darker smooth skin of a female physique.

" So why we al sentenced to eat fish for a year, this is some dumb shit, man. I didn't do anything, you'll need to let me go, Man. "

" Awh... like I said before.. this isn't a PRISON, its a medical facility, Sir " was his answer.

" OH like.... a hospital, cause I ain't sick man and why do I have to wear this stupid gown thingy, I need my shoes man, come on man, stop playing with me, I needs my shoes"

"Okay, its time to go, move along to the prep room, Sir"

john complied but not after he was looking in the direction of the others, trying to size them up. They didn't look like killers or Fam from the street, they looked healthy and probably had all their teeth, john's teeth where gold-capped. John came to the room and settled down for a bit. A male nurse came in to check his vitals, ask if he "fasted". " Yeah man, I'm pretty fast, but I don't like to run a lot".
John explained to the male nurse. " Sir, have you eaten anything in the past 12 hours?" "No and I'm hangry and thirsty, Mans". I'm sorry Sir but we can't have you aspirating in surgery so you will have to wait on both the food and the water".

" Man, this is some bullsh--"
The nurse was going to start an I.V. but John refused. "you need to feed me, man... I'll ain't playing with you"

The male nurse backed away and asked again. "Are you refusing medical treatment?"
"Yeah, not till you get me my food and water, right now!" John raised his voice louder. " Fuc--"

The taser dropped him cold and sent his body thrashing on the medical table. " Stop! " John protested as yet again this wasn't his first rodeo with authority figures. Bells and red light began to flash as more boots could be heard running down the hall. John resisted but in the end like all other times, authority wins.

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It was dark, very dark when he was coming out of a deep sleep, it was weird at first, Jhon felt like he was floating. John's eye began to adjust to the darkness, but it was like strange... like different but the same. John couldn't wrap his head around it yet, then movement. something moved and john felt different, more alert. John tried to focus, yes, that was better. John was able to see it, it was a man in a lab coat but john was floating like inches above him. Jhon stirred a bit but he still felt like floating. The white lab coat man held an eye exam chart forward to john. John tried to speak but couldn't, he touches his face and his body, feeling wires or line all over him, then...

John was floating

John looked left and right, thrashing but not touching bottom nor top, John touched glass in from of him.

Panic set in I'm drowning!

Jhon screamed and yelled, thrashed to get to the air but he couldn't find any. BRIGHT LIGHTS
His eyes hurt, he shields them and slowly stop thrashing about in his watery cage. Jhon sees many lab coats that are seated in a circle, watching him.

how?
why?

The small enclosure...

The water receded quickly as his feet touched a metal grate and within less than 40 seconds the large, best as it might be called "glass Test tube" gave up the water. John quickly assessed the situation that he was --

The water from his lungs expunged what was left of the saltwater from inside his lungs as he now tied to "breath" normal air again. This is what the scientist called... the "adjustment period". John dropped to one knee and forced his lunged to expel the fluid from them, and in return, he gasped for air. Soon, he was breathing air yet again. Jhon could see smiles, well wishes, and a few high fives from one college to another. "Mr. Coffe, how do you feel?" Aske someone.

"Fuck you"

" I'll take that as you are adjusting well... you the last that everyone is waiting for after your little stunt a few days ago"
"Stunt?"
"Yes, threatening the staff... don't worry, someone will go over all the rules of the facility soon with you."

"I want my cell, and I'm not sharing with not squares and no fish, understand Mr man" Jhon protested. " Mr Coffe are you feeling irked or.."
"Agitated... yes, I do feel that" John stopped for a second "Agitated... adjective..feeling or appearing troubled or nervous.
"there's no point getting agitated". Once again Jhon could see smiles, well wishes, and a few high fives from one college to another.

" Test Subject AA-4869, Mr. Coffee appears to have learned a few new words in his sleep hypnosis as well" the speaker then turned back to Mr. Coffee " You don't have a cell, this isn't a prison, its a medical facility. You wavered your rights to be part of something bigger than yourself... and that is the Neptune protect, but enough right now, would you like some cod, Mr. Coffee?"

John learned later that he was the last of the test subject because of his violent behavior more than the others, he by far had the worst attitude of the group. So they gave John a different approach to see if he would retain knowledge while he slept for three days, the others... came out of surgery faster but john was different and the effects of his hypnosis sleeping would help others in the future.

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Day four of Experiment || current condition: healthy and normal


Ryo's day had been interesting to say the least. First he went under for surgery, then woke up in a tank of saltwater he then was taken out of the saltwater tank and then finally was given a new pair of clothes and taken to a almost lounge area. Scratching at his neck Ryo pulled on his collar, the clothes were fairly simple a dark blue sweater that said Subject#001 on the front and down the arms. A pair of dark blue sweatpants to match, and of course since Ryo had negotiated with a scientist , his leather vest. He had seen glimpses of the other "subjects" excluding one of them throughout the three day resting period the scientists gave them. Today though Ryo was back in the lounge area waiting on the other subjects as one of the scientists stood at a podium. Leaning back in the armchair he had taken Ryo wished he could light a cigarette , but apparently to the scientists that was bad for his health. Like I didn't already know that thought sarcastically to himself as he waited for the other subjects.


Day four of Experiment || current condition: healthy but slightly intoxicated


Ollie couldn't believe it, as it turns out you can't drink alcohol before a surgery . Who wouldve known? Well Ollie certainly didn't. So on the day of the surgery Ollie drank what he would have considered " a little" bit of whiskey. It certainly made getting off the plane a struggle, not to mention the walk to the facility Ollie almost face planted like four times on that one. Finally though he made it....then he had to deal with the challenge of following the doctors orders. It was something about taking off his clothes , get on a table blah blah blah animal DNA blah blah blah. Who knows Ollie was too hammered to care, though the IV drip right before he went under stared to sober him up. Waking up in a weird tube of saltwater he suddenly was released and taken to a almost bedroom like area. He was then given a pair of dark blue clothes , the sweatshirt having Subject#007 on the front and on the arms. He put them on then began his little resting period seeing glimpses of the other subjects. After three days he was notified of the mandatory meeting in the lounge and after having a few vodka shots to get through the boring lectures Ollie walked to the lounge. Finally getting there and seeing another subject in the same clothes like him expect was that a....biker jacket? I can't be that drunk he thought and took a seat on the ottoman.
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Sarah woke up the next day in a tank of salt water, and after the immediate panic of waking up underwater, realized she was breathing fine. She was breathing the water as though it were a completely natural thing. It makes sense since they would be living in the oceans for a year at least possibly longer. Tapping on the wall of the tank, she noticed other tanks with subjects that were filled with water and a few that were emptied already and open. 'Some of us are awake already it appears' Sarah thought to herself, slightly annoyed she wasn't the first awake. But before she could think on that any more than she already had, some of the scientists and doctors came up and began draining the water from the tank. As air filled the tank, Sarah coughed hard to expel the water that was sitting at the bottom of her lungs. It was uncomfortable, but she would survive. As the last vestiges of water left her lungs, and air filled them for likely the first time in days, she stood up right. Just from her tongue running against her teeth, she could feel that her teeth were razor sharp, like shark teeth. Her back felt... strange... She couldn't quite describe it.

Before she could twist to try and see what on her back and bothering her, a doctor handed handed her a set of clothes. "Here, you can put these on." This doctor was different than the other. This one had darker skin, and was a fairly beautiful woman."Please be careful of your dorsal fin. We would not like you to get injured unneccesarily."

"Dorsal fin? I have a dorsal fin now?"

"Yes, Ms. Hall. Please be careful putting the clothes on."

She holds up the sweatshirt, with a simple label across the front and on the arms saying Subject #006, with a slit in the back for her new fin. She put the sweatshirt down, grabbed her underwear and putting it on before grabbing the sweatshirt again. Carefully shimmying it on, she snarked at the doctor ""Maybe a zip up jacket would have been better. Easier to put on."

"Sorry Miss, the fin wasn't anticipated."

"ThE fIn WaSn'T aNtiCiPaTeD" Sarah mocked, as she grabbed the sweatpants and putting them on. "Bite me" She replied snarling.

"I'm sorry you are disappointed over this, Ms. Hall. Follow me and I'll show you to your new room."

Scowling, she followed the doctor down out into the hallway to her room, passing the lounge along the way. Her new room was rather plain but it had books for her to read, including Lord of the Rings.


It was the third day after surgery, fourth day over all. She just got out of the bath half an hour ago and got dressed. She pulled her hair back into a pony tail and grabbed the book from the night stand. Fellowship of the Ring was a good read, but she wanted to get out of her room. She took the book to the lounge, where she was surprised to see two people there already and they were wearing the same outfit as her. Likely other volunteers. She eyed them, noting one's eyes appeared all black, with a sweatshirt with Subject#001 on it, and one who still appears fully human, wearing a sweatshirt with Subject#007 on it. Judging them not be an immediate threat, she went over to the couch and laid down on it on her stomach as to avoid putting pressure on her dorsal fin. Opening the book, she picks up where she left off, about a quart of the way through, and props her legs on the arm rest.

"So... Who are you two? Sarah asks, glancing over at #001 and #007 warily.

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Dustin woke up in a tank full of sea water. He was confused at first, when he realized he was breathing sea water, and not dying! In fact, he felt fairly comfortable-

Hey, I'm not dead! They- they told the truth!

He laughed as best he could as the water started to drain, but once he began to settle and support his own weight, he started to feel... Not quite pain, but more than mere discomfort. He hurt all over, and was feeling stiff, as if he'd been cramping all over, especially his feet and hands. He must have looked odd, grimacing and laughing at the same time, while coughing up sea water.

He could feel the difference inside his lungs, now, of breathing strictly gaseous atmosphere, and frankly, he wanted to get back in the water. Dry- too dry he kept thinking to himself, and I'm exposed, it's too bright out. Ugh, I just want to curl up under a blanket or and wait until it's dark or something..

The tank opened up, and he cautiously crept out. "Glad to see you up and about, Mr. waters." He jumped, turning to face the scientist, crying out briefly as he did, and throwing his arms out to his sides. He lowered his arms as he calmed down, and the scientist raised an eyebrow. "And that you... Were... In better spirits, since undergoing the procedure. How do you feel?"

"Well, besides you damn near giving me a second heart attack- dick move, by the way- I'm glad to not be dead, but I kind of... Hurt all over, man.. Is that normal? Anybody else feeling like they're outgrowing their own skin?"

The scientist didn't respond, but took notes. "Hm. Could you be more specific?"

Rusty heaved a sigh, "Um... I have a feeling all over, like... like the soreness you feel, recovering from a really bad sunburn? All over, man." He gestured to his whole body.

"Interesting... Anything else?"

"Yeah, my hands and feet hurt, like, I've been having really bad cramps or something."

"Hm... Well, I'm sure you'll be alright; this doesn't sound too serious, but, do let us know it it gets any worse, or new issues come up. We'll be keeping an eye on you, in any case. I'm sure you're feeling cold, we've got something warmer for you."

an assistant handed him the sweat suit, and he grimaced and groaned the whole time getting into it. Across his chest was "Subject #003".

He was getting more anxious as they stood there. "Can we... Can we get me somewhere not so wide open, already?"

Another curious look from the scientist, "Mr. Waters, do experience 'agorophobia'? something like that would have been useful to include in your psychological profile, beforehand-"

"-I don't need a shrink, just get me out of this room, ok!?"

The scientist smirked, and remarked sarcastically, "Oh, getting agitated? None of you have done that, yet." He gave a little laugh to himself, "Try to relax, Subject #003; my assistant will lead you to the common room, and your living quarters. No need to be..." He gave a grin, " 'Crabby'."

What? Oh, right; they hadn't lied, after all- I'm part Blue Crab, now. "Ugh, screw you, man." With that, he followed the assistant to his room, first.

He had a look in a mirror, and heaved a sigh examining the side of his neck. Yep. Still there. He was talking about the tattoo that had been involuntarily applied, to mark him as a prisoner that wasn't getting out. Maybe I can ask them to remove it? He picked up a blanket from his cot, wrapping in it. He started to relax, feeling cozy, and glad the barcode was hidden, now. He decided to go spend some time in the common room, and maybe meet some of the others?

Upon entering the common room, though, he started to feel anxious again, and instead walked over to sit in a darker corner, takign a furniture cushion with him, more or less hiding under the blanket and sitting on the cushion. He spoke out, muffled, "... Hi, I'm #003, apparently, nice to meet you all... Call me Rusty, or don't. Whatever."
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Tristesse slowly awakens to this feeling of... flying almost. Like she's suspended in air; were her feet even touching anything? She opens her eyes to realize that she's in water, and a wall of glass stands right in front of her. For a moment, she panics, before remembering everything that had happened. Being infused with the DNA of a marine creature would explain how she could breathe in a giant capsule of water.

A doctor approaches her with a very large smile, and she finds herself smiling back. "Ah, Miss Fenuafanote. You're awake." The capsule drains of water, and she's escorted out. Almost immediately, she screams and covers her eyes with her hands. "Bon Dieu! What happened to the lights?!" She hears steps approach her. Are they going to attack her? Jump her while her eyes are closed? She steps back. "Who's there? Are you going to jump me?" She laughs at the idea.

"What can you see?"
"Ummm.. black. My eyes are closed."
She feels a hand on her arm and cloth sliding over her.
"What's going on?"
"This blindness seems to be a temporary side effect of your surgery. We're assisting you with clothes, and then showing you to your room."
The doctor's assistants help her into a dark blue sweatshirt with Subject#002 on the front and sleeves, and a matching pair of dark blue sweatpants. She smiles at the doctor meant to show her her room but for some reason, the guy steps back. Terrified, almost. But that's crazy. "This way to your room."

Hands on her arms and shoulders again until she hears a definite difference in the steps. They used to echo but now they are muffled. So carpet perhaps? Her room is fairly bare judging from the amount of room she has but she's informed that it's stocked with enough pencils and paper to keep her busy. "Thank you, sir." For the next few days, she sketches in her room, trying to make sense of the swirls of color that seems to be okay as her vision is now blurry.



Day four of experiment|| current condition: healthy with no significant change besides impaired vision


Bored from her withdrawal of human- is she human anymore?- interaction, Tristesse decides to walk around, see if she'll stumble across some other of the subjects. She comes across a lounge area, and sees a guy with some kind of black thing. Another apparently stinky guy sits on an ottoman. The only girl besides herself is asking the other two who they are, and as Tristesse situates herself in a loveseat she can't fathom the reasoning for the question. She chuckles.

"Why they're us of course."

She strains her eyes when she tries to focus on some sort of speaking shadow. Rusty the shadow. "Hi, Rusty. How long have you been that dark?"
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He peaked out from under the blanket, "Uh, I'm not sure I understand the question?" He stared at her shirt for a moment, "So, you're #002, huh? What'd they put in you? Or the rest of you, for that matter? I understand they're throwing a whole aquarium of dna into this project, hard as that is to believe..."

Without thinking he made a mental note, quickly deciding #002 wasn't a threat- the others, they gave him a bad feeling. A moment and he was asking himself why, but he couldn't put it into words.
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Tristesse looks in the direction of the voice. "Sorry, the surgery worsened my vision so you kind of look like a giant black blob. And I think they put a mantis shrimp in me..? I hope that's right." She laughs lightly. "What about you? Mr. 003, was it? I suppose that means you came after me." She winces a bit and sits back, closing her eyes. She'd strained her vision too much, so much she feels nauseous. "If calling me #002 makes anyone uncomfortable, my name is Tristesse."
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with a "whooshing sound" form a star trek door, in comes an African American, a heavyset young man that is wearing his clothing with a sag. He takes a few steps inside and scans the room. His eye falls on the women for a second before going back to the males in the room. He is silent and holds a scowl on his face. Walking to a seat and paying attention to anything that might try to get behind him and will start to listen. His eyes finally notice the numbers on the bodies of the others.
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With a slight throbbing in her head, Mellisa woke slowly. She had never been the type to wake up easily. As she became fully conscious, she noticed she was... floating? This couldn’t be right, humans don’t usually float when they sleep. Maybe she was just groggy? She opened her mouth to yawn when she tasted something.

S-SALTY!!!

She tried to spit it out but it kept rushing back in, however she kept trying to spit it out.

”Patient #004, calm down. You're in a container of salt water, can you speak to us?” There was a small intercom somewhere in the container. Mellisa observed the area around her and did confirm she was in fact in a container of salt water.

After running a few tests and analyzing her condition, they discovered that her eyesight had worsened a bit, and pale spots are starting to appear. Small emerging teeth are starting to irritate the roof of her mouth. Aside from all of that, her condition was stable. When they unhooked her they gave her a sweatsuit with the number #004 on it. After she had gotten dressed she was escorted to a room, told to be her own for the next few days as she adjusts to the experiment's side effects. Soon after a day her eyesight deteriorates so bad she is in need of prescription glasses. The pair given to her were as per request, thin wires, round in shape, and rose-gold colored frames.


When she had fully adjusted, she was allowed to roam the living area. She came upon a common room with other participants in it.
"Hiya there! My name's Mellisa but you can call me Mellie, what'd they inject y'all with?"
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"Okay... who are you guys?" patient 5 asked the group as he walks around, getting a feel for this group.
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Tristesse smiles, shifting her gaze towards the two new voices. "My name is Tristesse, and they injected me with mantis shrimp DNA. What about you two?" She closes her eyes for a bit, and leans back to take in the bulk of a dark man as she slowly opens her eyes to let them adjust. A sort of film had started to cover them, accounting for the blurriness of her vision.
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Sarah sat up after the seventh person entered the room, careful not to let her Dorsal Fin get caught on the couch cushion. One of them asked who everyone is, his shirt labeled as #005. She sighed and blinked, before she set her book down. She went and eyed up the room again, making sure to account for everyone. Number One was on the arm chair while Number Seven sat on the ottoman. Numbers Two and Three were in the corner of the room, with Number Three on a seat cushion and under a blanket. Numbers Four and Five were standing by the door and walking around the room respectively. Number Two in the corner introduced herself as Tristesse, before telling them that she was injected with Mantis Shrimp DNA. Number Four identified herself as Melissa. She didn't quite hear what Number Three said his name was, just that he was speaking.

"Sarah Hall, Patient Number Six. I got Blue Shark DNA. She said loudly enough the room to hear, smiling wide enough to reveal her shark-like teeth.
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Mellisa playfully groaned and fell face first against one of the couches.

Maaaaan! They injected you guys with the cool stuff, I got whale shark and it made me go blind. I got these dork glasses now!" She joked. "It gave me these weird reverse freckles too, and now I can't eat regular food!"

Her words were slightly muffled from the cushions, but the childish whining could still be made out. She observed the people around her, trying to take in information about them. She smirked and poked Sarah on the shoulder.

"Sick teeth by the way, they might actually be useful!'
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Tristesse smiles, shifting her gaze towards the two new voices. "My name is Tristesse, and they injected me with mantis shrimp DNA. What about you two?" She closes her eyes for a bit, and leans back to take in the bulk of a dark man as she slowly opens her eyes to let them adjust. A sort of film had started to cover them, accounting for the blurriness of her vision.


" What are you'll talking about?" The dark man proclaims " Are you guys high are something?" The darkman murrurs for a bit before walking forward and looking around for something.
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"Sarah Hall, Patient Number Six. I got Blue Shark DNA. She said loudly enough the room to hear, smiling wide enough to reveal her shark-like teeth.


"Is this one of those Star trek wars convention or something because you guys are like weird and nerdy" Number 5 chuckled aloud.

**But then... I did wake up in a cylinder full of water...**

Number 5's thoughts drifted to other comments that were now in his head
" No, this isn't a prison, it is a medical facility.."
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