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[Croc sat in a comfy chair in the lounge. He had a large cigar in hand, and wore a clean white suit. He'd been here a while, and has been able to find items to his liking. On top of that his closet seemed to supply him with nice clothes, tailored to his odd body shape. He likes that he's being taken care of in a way, but still not happy about being here against his will.

[He tried getting answers out of the Lunch Lady, and the Nurse, but he couldn't get anything. Any harm or torture he tried didn't work or he'd black out while trying to get answers, and wake up in his room. He tried swimming off the island, to see what they may be close to, but that too didn't work. He wonders maybe if working alone wasn't enough. Maybe he needed to get a gang started on the island. He'd focus on getting a group together, then taking control... but who on this island was cut out to team up with? He wasn't going to work with any losers, that's for sure.]

((ooc: Croc is chilling in the lounge. Pester, mingle with other people, look for snacks what ever you want :>))