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[ICBM pilot]

stop being disoriented and/or start caringYou're doing fine

[Yourmaster]

Calm down. Good apex predator... good...

[Funk]

See if transforming has any after effects.

[Zavvnao]

Hey, you came back to your senses, realizing that you do actually care (this thing that you currently are in only seems to not "give a "****") about what is going on. After many mental "no no noes" and and frantic, confused internal struggles, you can finally feel the straining muscles as your own, adrenaline rush fading as you come to your senses. The blood-red vision fades, letting you see what you really are. It seems you are finally the "one in charge around here".

Sitting up as the tranquilizers wear off, you see black fur covering most of your bulky, muscular form from feet to nose, while a look at your back shows white. Between your eyes, you can see a black, fuzzy nose. As you look further, you see a black and white-striped tail flapping up and down. And beyond that, you see clawed toes wiggling back at you. You bring up your powerful hand/paw/things to examine them. The strong muscles easily scoot you across the floor in the low gravity when you try to move.

You slowly stand up, the buggy tilting left and right as you move. The time at the controls shows that the working day will start in a few horse.

Spoiler: so far (click to show/hide)

Location: Ceres, in a cave, in a buggy.
Status: First change, in seeming control and free to move about. Exhausted from gaining full control.
Objects of interest: Buggy, laptop, E.V.A. Suit, first aid kit. Pre-packed food.
Time: Morning, 3 a.m.

[GiglameshDespair]

Capture horses so day can't start

Well, we obviously can't go to work. Try to speak. What does our voice sound like?

[Zavvnao]

(sorry for taking so long, will write soon. I did not mean to wait so long for stuff to be said.)

[Zavvnao]

Work is something that really can't do at the moment, obviously, which leaves you to do other things.

As you try to utter a few words, you are startled by the how deep and gruff the sounds in your throat are. Trying again, you say a few lines, taking some effort to finally get out what you mean.

In the end, you manage to speak clearly, if not with a rumble that shakes the buggy.

(sorry everyone. I got embarrassed.)

[GiglameshDespair]

We could try calling work, tell them we're ill and can't come in.