The top card once again dislodges itself from the stack. She takes it, and reads aloud…
“Silly Putty is a wonderful toy,
Twisting, molding, copying goo!
And once you’re done reading this card,
You can copy Silly Putty, too.”
She was just finishing reading when the players watch her token melt into a lump of pewter goo.
Jill gulps, looking on the verge of tears as she begins sweating profusely. She touches her arm, feeling her skin become clammy. The pressure of her fingers leaves small divets in her forearm.
The rest of her friends soon realize that she’s not sweating; her skin seems to be melting!
Jill feels the bones and organs within her body lose their definition. Her entire body turns a light tan and cold as she begins oozing out of her dress.
“Holy shit!” exclaims Josh. “Jill, can you still hear me?”
The girl soon melts into a mass of putty, with the tangles of her clothing sealed partially inside.
“Jill! Speak to us!” Marcus clasps his hands in panic.
The glob of putty begins to bubble in the center. Small swellings begin rising and receding along its surface. Slowly, it forms a single arm, using it to pull free a large blob of putty from the center. Josh and Allison assist in the extraction of the clothing as the blob reshapes itself into a putty bust of Jill’s face and head.
“J-Jill? Is t-that y-you?” Marcus stammers.
“Yeah. This is about as much as I can manage, for right now. Gotta get used to thinking about my shape.” The putty-Jill closes her eyes, and begins molding her malleable flesh into a feminine chest and extra arm.
She sits in a stagnant puddle of her own putty, looking over toward Kenneth with solid tan eyes. The hawk looks toward her quizzically. “Well, now we’ve got a problem,” the putty-girl says, molding her lips into a frown.
“Yeah,” Josh nods. “How’s a hawk going to roll dice?”