nobody down here

What is it that we find so captivating about the concept of a man shedding his humanity and becoming a beast? Is it merely the appeal of the uncanny, the unfamiliar arising in a familiar setting—the wolf where no wolf should be? I’ve always suspected there’s an element of longing we don’t like to admit to; the desire to shed not only the form but the trappings of our day-to-day existence, an association of what we perceive as a simpler form with a simpler way of life. And yet, who’s to say we’d be happier, thrust back into the food chain we’ve spent thousands of years trying to ascend, trading office politics for the rule of eat or be eaten?
Still, as the City seems to know, the concept of transformation remains rooted deep in our minds. The first X-File, created and shelved by J. Edgar Hoover himself, dealt with a man who was more than a man—hidden away so people would stop fixating on the circumstances. But such things always come back to haunt us.
For those of you who don't usually check the homo sapiens box on the form, feel free to substitute your favorite species for the top-of-the-foodchain spot; I can only speak for my own facet of reality. Do the things that go bump in the night have dreams and nightmares of shedding their wings and fangs for suits and ties and ending up the pawns of bureaucracy? Now that is a horror movie in the making—not the man waking up to find out he’s become a cockroach, but the cockroach waking up to find a cubicle with his name on it.
Lions and tigers and bears, oh, my.
Sorry, I couldn't resist. So, who's been keeping score? Looked like a lot of cats and dogs, a handful of more exotic beasts and birds, a couple of things I didn't recognize and a number which don't exist where I'm from. For those of you affected, out of curiosity, any idea why you ended up with the fur, feathers, or otherwise you did? Or is the City’s madness without method?

I didn't end up with paws yesterday, so points to the deities for not making the cheap and obvious joke. I'm pretty much waiting for something dreadful to happen, since so far I haven't really been affected myself. Just a matter of time, right?

Rose, I'm afraid I had to ...borrow some of your things yesterday. It was for a good cause, I swear. Anything I can't retrieve, I'll replace, I promise. I would've asked but I didn't have a chance.

( Private to Lucy Saxon )

( Private to Clow Reed )

[ooc: orz, this would’ve been up earlier but I had to go out unexpectedly. >< per Cap’n Kuchiki’s request, Mulder’s put on his investigative hat. Lucy- and Clow-muns, I hope this is an acceptable way for him to harass you, I thought it’d be a little weird for him to just pounce your entries. >_>;]