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[There hasn't been many shark sightings as of late. Where has Chinaman's faithful shark gone? Did he return to the depths of the ocean? Was he sucked into a jet turbine? Could Fatman have gotten hungry for some shark sushi?]

[...or maybe he's just been wandering the Nexus at random. Sharks aren't so great at navigating while on land, it seems. It was by pure accident that he came across an open door. He couldn't quite understand the drawing on the wall next to the doorway, so the best thing to do is obviously to enter the room. Science is all about blind experimentation, after all. Reginald enters the room. It takes him exactly half a second to trip over his own two feet and land facefirst on the ground.]

[Wait, what? Reginald knew the rooms could do weird things, but this was all kinds of strange. He felt much lighter and more... prehensile. Rolling onto his back, he pushes off the ground into a sitting position. The room is pretty standard, some type of lounge with couches and a few coolers of drinks. There's even a- oh my god are those fingers. Reginald's interest in the room itself plummets significantly when he realizes that he has hands. And arms. They're even attached to a body, with two legs and two entire feet! And- oh gosh! He has a face, too! This is the best Christmas ever.]

((ooc; figures my only muse not dead as a doornail is the shark. WELCOME TO THE ~HUMAN ROOM~! No matter what you were prior to entering- animal, inanimate object, giant robot- you are now ~HUMAN~. Come and homo sapien it up or just get badtouched by an azn chill BD))