How much room is there inside the crate? Enough to stand up? Examine the room outside the crate, what's approaching, and how sturdy the crate looks to be. Unfold from the lie-down if the fight looks interesting.
How am I feeling after the enforced nap? Am I hungry or thirsty?
You are not hungry, but you are thirsty. the enforced nap was brought on while you were eating, after all. There is enough room in teh crate for yu to stand in a low crouch, tail curled around you. You can turn about and so forth but cannot straighten to your full extent. the fight does seem interesting. There is shouting, someone screaming, and there are several 'not mine' out there fighting with at least one 'mine.'
Hearing the commotion of swords and blood Giglam smashes his way out of the crate and quickly climbs up to the loft taking out his sling and readying to fire on the aggressive non omega-thugs
You knock open your crate door and haul fin to the loft. you grab a chunk of metal and put it into your sling and start swinging it overhead. You are now a half shark, half man, standing in the loft of a stable, twirling a sling above your grinning head.
"What? Ambush!" one of the hostiles yells. Not that it wasn't painfully evident a turn ago.
"Aw, you almost made it out! Look, there's even others and stuff ready to help you.
...
Well, that's enough of that. Time for me to have a bit of proper fun."
Take my boredom out on the poor kid. I can't exactly say what form this takes, so I'll leave it up to you and the dice - some form of physical/psychological torture.
(4) you slowly put out the kid's eyes and cut off his pinky fingers and toes. then you whisper lullabies into his ears as he cries. You monster.
Evert. Do I still feel like staying in the room in this form? If so, lie down on one of these convenient human-sized beds and sleep.
Well, the room is kinda gross and mangy, but you've slept in worse. Sometimes being a surveyor was unpleasant, though later in your career, you tended to find better acomodations. You don't feel compelled to remain here in human form. Carolyn does feel a disturbance in 'the plan,' as if a million officers cried out and wre suddenly silenced by the massive stupidity of their subordinates. Something ain't right in tinsel town, yo. And by tinsel town, I mean the stable.
Fall back to a building, continue to rip and tear
Fall back? you know what bloodlust does? You've gone berserk. You wilingly surrendered to the bloodlust. Well, this deserves a roll against will. (5) you do have that luck in combat, don't you? You fall back to the Stable and strength in numbers. 95) vs. (6) and (3) you are unable to kill this turn, but at least your opponents are unable to kill you.
Thrips started to step out of the kitchen towards the barn, then saw and heard the commotion and stopped, wide-eyed.
After a moment's panicky thought, he turns and ducks back inside, bustling about in the kitchen once more.
After a quick glance at the situation- where are the enemies, are they in the barn or outside? Did they come on foot? -rush back into the kitchen and see if I can find a container of hot oil, or failing that, boiling water. If none of either are to be found, put some on to heat up whilst arming myself with a rolling pin and a metal saucepan.
Shove the rolling pin in a coat pocket and try to somehow stick the pan's handle through my belt or something so that it stays there. Also might as well shove plenty of (preferably heavy) metal utensils into my other pocket. A mallet wouldn't go astray either, if I see one tuck that through my belt as well.
If I can't find some of that stuff quickly, ignore it. Main thing is the hot liquid and the smaller saucepan.
Either steal some heat-proof gloves or wrap fabric around the container's handle(s) to protect my hands from burning, then grab it and carry/drag it outside and head for the barn.
Try and find an entrance to the barn that isn't surrounded by enemies, make my way in and try to get up to the loft without spilling my load. Hopefully years of experience carrying armfuls of pots, pans and spillable items have made me fairly adept at such tasks...
IF a hostile approaches me as I try to reach the barn, first off try and act natural, like a member of the cooking staff horrified by the scene in front of me. If that fails, pour some hot water/oil onto their feet (or head, if they're around my height) and clobber them with a rolling pin or mallet.
((Good gods I did not intend for this to be so long. Sorry about that. If I had, y'know, some sort of weapon I could have just charged over there, but alas.))
((Thrips is, without a doubt, the most hilarious of the lot.))
You walk out into the courtyard and see the stable doors closed. "That's odd" you think. "Someone in there must be competent. They didn't want anyone running in from the kitchen." Then you hear the screams, and start thinking of pots and pans. "I should make up a pot of stew. People'll be hungry after the fight." You stroll back inside the kitchen, humming a cooking tune - well, actually, the lyrics have to do with whores, drinking, and sailing, but it was a popular tune in the kitchen you used to work in - and pick up a rolling pin. (5) Ah, there! hot oil! You grab some oven mitts and take the pot back out toward the stable. You can either go around the side to the open end where the fighting is (and be more or less cut off from your team, but behind the enemy) or try to open the stable door and go straight down the aisle toward the ruckus, with the cart and the crates in between you and the commotion. Climbing ot hte loft wit ha pot of hot anything is straight out, though - all the ladders are just that - ladders.
Pas'qet
Depending on how murderous and/or impulsive I'm feeling at the moment, either:
(a) Excuse myself with a curt "Whup. Sorly.", and slink back to the barn
or
(b) confiscate one or both of the man's lungs as punishment for defying me, excuse myself with a smug "Whup. Sorly.", and strut back to the barn.
In either case, re-enter through the entrance I previously exited. Upon stumbling upon the unfolding battle, do whatever my instincts tell me to do.
You walk back down the road with a self satisfied smile as the entirely innocent bystander lies dead on the ground behind you. You monster. "Now, where was I?" You wonder momentarily. Only to realize that you have no idea which of these buildings you came out of.
Horatio
I facepalm. I decide to wait and hide a bit (one turn) and see what happens.
Well, that one guy backs up to the barn, and the enemy are chasing him, the doll thingy is distracted by a helpless kid, the shark is screaming war chants that may or may not make sense underwater, the drake is getting restless, and half the team is someplace else entirely. More than half. so, right now it looks like it's seven vs. three? Four if you count the boss.
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