by Will Stanton » Thu Dec 28, 2017 6:46 pm
The clay in the tub blurbled and bubbled for a couple hours, but gradually began to reform over time-- first into a a round disc, which then inflated and elongated into more of an oblong capsule, which gradually gained protrusions which gradually became identifiable as arms, legs and a head as it tried to reform itself into it's previous form.
It was a good thing Miriam had remembered to put the stopper in the drain, or else the clay probably would have oozed right on out of the apartment. As it stood, the clay in the tub was about 3/4rs of the size of the piece she had started with -- impressive, considering she had torn them apart fairly evenly. Durable and resilient were the watchwords, right?
Miram's patience, more than anything else, would determine how fully 'normal' Will would look when she returned, though presumably she'd want to return before it could really get back on it's feet under it's own power.