There is no pathway. It stands alone, flanked by forests. Various forms of shrubbery cling to its edges. There are also a few palm trees, scattered amongst the greenery. The mismatch of plant species and climates is more than a little off-putting.
Some appears directly in front of the door, looking around. He dislikes being outside in daylight, so he has no clue that the plants are strange. He would like to be let in quickly, plz?
Some comes in, pulling down the hoodie to reveal purple- and green-striped hair as he looks around. He already has a faint sunburn, just from the minute or two he stood out there.
"No, that's okay. I just ate." Which he can admit, because Pen doesn't know what he eats yet.
He clasps his hands together. "Alright," he says. "Just follow me."
He leads Some down the hallway, veering left at the first branch. It leads to another hallway, with dozens of doors on all sides.
He stops at the third door on the left and opens it, stepping inside. "Here we go," he says. The walls are covered with various cabinets, and a stool sits in the center of the room.
"Just sit down right there," he says, scooping a notebook up from a counter.
Some nods, smiling. "It's all right. Yeah, it's because I'm a Grue. Species-speaking, we're a race of subterranean carnivores, intolerant of light and with a... unique diet. I'm afraid I'm not a typical specimen, not at all. Will that affect your research?"
"Nonono," he says, already immersed in his notebook. He's taking notes feverishly. "I doubt it'll be much trouble. Can you tell me how you're atypical? And what is your diet, exactly? Any and all information will be deeply appreciated."
He gives a short laugh. "I'm far from easily disturbed. Anyway, is there any way you can transform into your other form, or are you stuck as a human? Just out of curiousity-- it's not necessary to the study."
"No, I'm stuck like this. I used to have a little bit of shape-shifting ability, but it seems to have all gone away." A shrug. "The most awkward part is that I'm human now.... and that's still all I can eat."
There's a flicker of uneasiness in his eyes, but then he blinks and it's gone. He resumes taking notes.
"Interesting, interesting," he says, doing his best to sound professional. "And that doesn't pose any health problems? Or does your Grue biology prevent that?"
"Well, the biggest problem is procurring. I'm constantly undernourished. And I'm apparently allergic to chlorophyll, but only if it builds up in my system. I'm still recovering from learning that."
"Alive, actually. Or well-cooked. Dead meat builds up toxins quickly." Some gets more casual, talking about this. He really does love to tell people about his kind. Disassociated or not, he's proud of his race.
"So!" He smiles widely. "First things first. I'm going to need a blood sample. I'm also going to need some x-rays before the end of the day. I'm assuming Grues don't have any trouble with mild radiation?"
"All right." And so he does. Several sleeves, in fact, to reach his skinny arm.
Some's blood is red, as it seems it should be, with just the faintest murkiness to the color. It looks human, but any closer examination will prove that the cells are very much not.
"Not quite yet," he says, smiling softly. "I'd like to try something different, first. Do Grues have any special abilities? Something that would seperate you from the average human, ignoring your curious diet."
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