At the library of the Red Tower of Power...
Niklas decides to look for pertinent literature on contacting the gods - he decides to choose Them Crazy Deities by Arnold Q. Arnold, as the cover seems interesting enough and the pictures within juicy enough to inform him sufficiently upon the matter. When that's done, he tries to remember whether he had any kind of chanting manual.
A few moments pass before he remembers that yes, yes he does!
In the streets of Mothdale...
Scott decides to greet Erin and ask how she's doing, as that seems like the polite thing to do.
"Hello Erin, have the almighty and most precocious Gub treated you well?" he asks, causing Erin to jump more than a little. She stares at his form for a few seconds, tilting her head questioningly.
"Hrm..." she begins inarticulately, beginning to back away slightly from the ghostly shape. Her eyes are rather wide and distrustful, Scott notices. Is he really that creepy?
At a forming stalactite...
Darren assures the creature that he does indeed possess magic of interest.
"Oh, my magic is quite fun, trust me. I used to make money just having people watch."
He then demonstrates his amazing skill at entertaining sleight of hand, which seems to amuse the creature reasonably well.
"You're pretty good with your hands," it intones at him. "I love that in a man."
At the harbor of Mothdale...
Mark, after quickly gathering up an armful of body parts, decides to follow his old pal Scott - unfortunately, this idea proves entirely unfeasible, considering that Mark hasn't seen Scott in quite a while, at least not since the beach. Where could he have gone? Hm.
Kevin, who is eager to follow his much more decisive buddy before the inevitable realization that he seems to have absolutely no clue on where to go now, feels very disappointed. He thought he was going somewhere for a minute there.
~you are going somewhere!~ the voice of the gub speaks in his head. Uh...
[the gub's magic roll: 5]
In but a single instant, Kevin's poor, abused soul is ripped right out of his body, causing his fleshy form to convulse wildly for a second, then drop, lying on the ground for a second before a suitable replacement is shunted in, which causes the body to get right up and dust itself off.
Kevin himself, meanwhile, flies through the sky for a few interesting, if terrifying minutes before landing in a brand new body! It's a little strange, but he seems to be underwater now! He feels kind of fishy, and yet not really! What could it mean?
High up in the sky...
Sigmund realizes that he's going to have to learn how to fly.
~How does this shit work?~ he asks only semi-rhetorically.
~it operates on effort!~
Finding the gub to be of no help, Sigmund tries to figure out how he might do this - as he plummets downward, he has to admit that he has zero clues on how it might work - he seems to be able to deform his body slightly, and willing himself to fly does nothing at all, predictably enough. So he instead tries his best to find something soft to fall upon - like that pile of unattended straw!
Screaming through the air as he flies down into the straw, Sigmund feels very irritated in the sense that his sensitive outer membrane has now been poked by as many as several thousand tiny little needles that straw inevitably forms - however, he does manage not to splatter and perish horribly, so there's that!
In a room with a dirty ceiling...
Morton guesses he should continue this whole business of sorting out what's what. Firstly, he checks out his pockets, only to find that he doesn't have any. He does have a rather cute little pinkish outfit. It feels pretty nice and fluffy, even if it looks a little grimy. Also, he appears to be lying in the middle of a circle of tiny wooden animals and noisemakers. This in addition to the way he seems to be slightly less than half the size of the other apparently dead rat people in the room tells him quite a bit about the state of things - neither he nor the other bodies seem to have any injuries whatsoever.
Speaking of the bodies, they have nothing but somewhat useless and filthy things that get Morton's hands a bit dirty - he wonders if he should wash them now, really. Too bad there's no water. While considering the problem, he looks out of the window inconspicuously - he has to stand on his toes to do so, and even then he doesn't get too good of a view - a lot of burned buildings outside, he notices. The place he is located right now seems a bit more posh than the surrounding neighborhood, but it still has suffered obvious fire damage as well as lost all of its furniture, and does not seem altogether stable, to be perfectly honest. Morton wonders if it'd be safer outside.