With Easter being next week, there was a lot of preparation and fun going on, especially with the Animalia Easter Exposition. But that wasn't the only thing going on. There was some new things being built, sometimes with purely accidental discoveries inspiring them.
"So what's this supposed to be?" asked one PR-MD agent at the Burrows as a relatively "untouched" area was being excavated.
"You have seen Storage Wars, haven't you?" asked Quarry, now definitely rounder.
"I have, when there's nothing else on television." answered the agent.
"One of our locals managed to buy a storage unit that belonged to a professional geologist and collector." continued Quarry, "He apparently had enough rock and mineral specimens that rivaled those found in some small museums. With the Burrows being the easiest place to expand, simply because of the fact that The Burrows are made mostly of tufa rock, it was decided to place the collection here as a geological museum."
"Really." said the Agent, making the appropriate notes.
"It will probably be ready to open by the IAC at the latest," finished Quarry, "Mainly because the now deceased (by natural causes) geologist had the prototypical "tangled mess" handwriting, so we have experts from the Smithsonian working to identify them.
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Meanwhile, in the Arts and Crafts Corner of the Animalia Easter Exposition, Elly and Adi were watching children paint the giant eggs that the exposition was known for. While most were either solid color or rough patterns, there were a few "child prodigies" making museum-worthy pieces of artwork.
While Adi didn't understand most of the traditions of Easter, due to being Muslim, there were those who were more than happy to explain things to her. But that didn't mean that there was still some laughs going on.
"Whoops," said another guy who had seemingly had an Easter Pattern painted onto his face, "Uh, guys. I think I just painted my face instead of the egg."
"Don't worry." Elly reassured, seeing Adi's concerned look as everyone laughed, "Is village idiot."
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Meanwhile, the latest, and largest (about nine), group of Project Phoenix Volunteers were being moved into their rooms at Horizon Light hospital for their "cleansing" before their conversion.
"So explain this to me again," asked the supervising surgeon "Why are these girls here?"
"Apparently these are ex-strippers from Las Vegas who went to the infamous black market to get the required 'shape' for where they worked." said the Horizon Scientist, clearly fighting off a migraine.
"So what made them wise up?" asked the surgeon, dreading the answer.
"Black market plastic surgery." said the Horizon Scientist, clearly not enjoying it.
"What?" asked the surgeon, his voice flatter than a 1930s 15-cent sandwich.
"Apparently one of these girls found out that the surgeon she went to injected her butt with a mixture of super glue, mineral oil, cement, and Fix-a-Flat tire mender, which later sent her to a real doctor." said the scientist, fighting through his migraine, "While another, we found out, had... frontal implants that were really filled with distilled water and mineral oil."
"I should have known..." said the surgeon, wondering if migraines were contagious.
"These girls are going to spend time with Brett Horne, as well as Project White Lily." said the scientist, finally getting enough relief to begin taking notes down. "They all want different animal conversions, but they're all willing to work with law enforcement to reveal the location of their 'operations' in return for their identities being changed/removed."
"I guess the one lesson from this experience is You can't sue the black market for medical malpractice.." said the Surgeon, setting off for the surgeon's lounge for some much needed "medication" before beginning the implant removal. But he knew not to have a lot of "medicine" because he needed a clear head for this.