((Welcome Amy-Chan!!))<br/><br/>As soon as their dear clan leader Melissa had finished speaking, the humans began to wander off to their tasks, whatever they might be.  Some people grouped together and procured weapons, and headed out to hunt; others set about recovering as much of the clan's ruined supplies as possible; still others began gathering up the many corpses lying about, both human and otherwise, and started dragging them toward the clan's garden full of deadly plants.  Normally dead humans were fed to the Froglies, but the Froglies had been wiped out as well, so that was no longer an option; however the corpses could serve to feed the hungrier plants... or to distract them long enough for a rescue of their still-living victims to be attempted.<br/><br/>One woman amongst so many others stood where she had been for the speech.  Short and very curvy, with wavy brown hair and brown eyes and a set of full lips, the nude woman looked lost.  And with good reason: while Melissa had been speaking of people keeping their memories, this particular woman was finding herself to be excluded from that group.  Sure, she remembered a very small number of things, like her name, Lori, and the fact that she was an entertainer... but that was about it.  So, when Melissa told everyone to find something to do, she wondered what she<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>do.  She had no hunting skills or anything else, really... all she could do was dance, and this wasn't the time to do that.<br/><br/>However, other women around her still had their memories, and knew what they had to do.  As Lori watched people mill about, one woman suddenly stuck out from the rest, confidently --- if oddly cheerfully --- giving orders.  Like Lori herself, the woman was nude, but she had some adornments on her body: feathers, tied here and there on her body, mainly her hips and in her wavy red-brown hair.  Lori was a bit relieved when the woman's name came to her: Trish... one of the clan's precious Shamans.<br/><br/>"Okay, you... and you!  Yep, you.  Go an' get me a corpse or two, darlin's.  We're gonna need 'em to pay off the plants.  We'd need some hunters too, but I guess they'll all be too busy to help us... hmph."  She turned green eyes to Lori.  "Hey there, you!  Lori.  You've got nothing to do, do ya?  You can join us.  Bobbie!  You too!  Those muscles o' yours could be useful."  An unusually tall and muscular blonde woman nodded and wandered over, carrying a large club made from some a bone taken from some creature or another.  She was grinning; Bobbie didn't look too bright, but strong,<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>, she looked.<br/><br/>"We still need Retrievers, if they're not all gone hunting," Trish muttered good-naturedly.  She turned and scanned the crowd.  Her eyes alighted on one woman nearby, a red-haired woman with her hair tied back in a ponytail.  "Ah, perfect!  SERAS!"<br/><br/>The redhead jumped... Trish shouted at the top of her lungs, despite that the young Crimson Retriever was only a dozen feet away.  She turned unusually red eyes toward the Shaman.  "Cool, you remember your name, do ya?  Great.  Listen, come with us.  We's got ourselves some people to pull out of the garden, ya know.  'Kay?"