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"Have you looked?" says the woman, but you don't want to. You've been avoiding looking. Because you're not a fucking coward, though, you glance down and see a great vat brimming with marbly blue-white slime, and yourself: you're extruded out of this vat, a weird quivering slime-protuberance. You have no legs. It looks as though you're sitting in a bath.
Your resolve weakens.
>[-3 Grit: 7/15]
The woman senses this, because she interjects before you can rev up the screaming again. "...Yeah, it's hard when you don't have a direct blood sample. That's what it really latches onto, is the blood, the ephemeral stuff isn't nearly as— I should probably start at the beginning. You were in the snake."
"Shit," you say hoarsely, because it's true. The numbness. The dark hole.
"Yeah. I don't know where your original body is. I'm assuming it's wherever home is for you. So I had to— I'm having to improvise somewhat, sorry. You're made of goo. In the very early stages of it, actually, when we're done you'll be all—" She fumbles with the scalpel, pulls up her sleeve, and scoops a chunk out of her arm. She holds the chunk out to you: it's quivering and translucent and a pretty sky-blue. "You shouldn't be able to tell the difference. You'll be in effect human. Okay?"
You stare hollowly at the goo-woman. She sighs. "I have nothing to gain from lying to you, Madr— is that your name? Hold on." She slides her glove off and peers at something scribbled on the back of her hand. "Madri...gal. Fitz-something. Fitzsimmons?"
Fuck. "Fitzpatrick."
"Fitzpatrick. Okay, got it. Remembering that." She scratches her neck. "Do you by any chance go by 'Maddie'?"
Double-fuck. You tense up. "Not to most people."
"But to some people," she says. "Alright... Madrigal, let's—"
Okay. You've remembered.
You are <span class="mu-i">Madrigal Fitzpatrick.</span> Your real body is somewhere else. Your friends— well, your acquaintances and your ex— are somewhere else. Maybe dead. You are in a vat, you are made crudely of goo, and your kidnapper is staring down at you.
Wat do?
>You may select multiple.
>[1] Call your kidnapper rude names.
>[2] Call your kidnapper extremely rude names.
>[3] Ask where you are.
>[4] Ask what she plans to do with you.
>[5] Ask what she plans to do with Matches. The snake.
>[6] Ask what she did to Ellery and Charlotte and the other one.
>[7] Ask why she bothered extracting you at all.
>[8] Write-in.
