Plans B and C
Alright, that's actually a pretty good idea. You just… thand then the clasp… talk amongst yourselves for a moment while you…
There!
Nyeh!
[[INS+Thrown 2d10 vs. 12. Result 13, Failure by 1 degree]]
Your belt sails past the bars and flops down unceremoniously on the concrete floor, just out of reach. Your pants feel looser. Not by much. This new body is pretty scrawny, all things considered.
And well… at least no one saw you… well, other than the key. But that's not really a "people". At least you hope not. Regardless, the key doesn't have a mouth to tell anyone about this. So that's a releif.
You feel… a little better actually.
Alright alright alright. You're gonna do this. You can do this! You can feel the inner power! You got the eye of the dragon- or whatever it's called. But you're gonna do it because YOU want to, not because the voices in your head are inexplicably piloting you towards an unknown goal!
RODENT-THING TEETH GO?!
[[ARM+Athletics 2d10 vs. 4. Result 11, Failure by 7 degrees]]
You helplessly gnaw on the wall (metal bars) using your teeth, but it is very clear that you, personally, the one in the picture, forgot that that is rats, and that raccoons are actually more closely related to dogs, if modern taxonomy is trustworthy.
Your jaw now sore, you fall back down to the floor, happy that you didn't chip a tooth yet. Still… beats laying helplessly in bed for a few hours.
Well the trouble is finding someone to complain to-
In addition to the person in the doorway looking in at you incredulously, your unsecured pants fall down to reveal a jovially patterned pair of boxers.
This is embarassing.
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