DO DA REETUEL
...The ritual, you mean?
[4] You get up and do it properly, which goes beyond the space of this turn.
During the ritual, you sprout a long tail.
How odd. Poke a sore, observe.
It hurts when you poke it.
Your mind feels different, like you have a new finger on your hand or something.
We don't get a description of what our mutations are?
What do you mean? I described them.
Investimagate computors.
You get up and wander over towards them. "What are you doing?" demands one man.
He blanches as your muscles swell, filling your old coat a bit.
poke the tongue... find a reflective surface and observe tongue... try to speak
In order: It feels like a tongue, [4] looks like a tongue, and you can talk...a bit unclearly, but speak slowly and people should understand you.
As you consider this, you note a pressure on the back of your shirt.
Rick sniffs in boredom. "Well... That was that. Knew I shoulda updated mah 401 plan..." He drawled out slowly in a relaxed tone as he leaned against the nearest sturdy object. "Y'all need to relax a bit, too tense. I'm sure the good doctors have the answers, yes?" Rick commented, not really caring whether or not they do. "Either way, this mean I get mah job back?"
Rick drawls and talks, leans against something.
[1] "No." Some people run in with a cage. Body language indicates that they're going to put someone in it.
You flush an orangish color, and stay there.
"Ok then, reading apparently not a skill I have anymore, great."
Look for the door out.
You see it, and several people going through it carrying cages.
Feeling nauseated, you hurl yourself on the ground and hurl your guts out for a minute or two. Standing up, you're in a big pool of reddish clearish stuff and your clothes literally fall off, due to you having shrunk to about the size of a toddler.
Throw something onto the table.
You take out a falcon treat and toss it on the table. Nothing happens.
Your skin shifts to a plasticky consistency. Surprised, it changes back. Soon you learn how to control it.
NPC Actions:
Various people jab at machines or jabber at each other. A few come through the door with cages.