by Will Stanton » Mon Feb 05, 2018 7:36 pm
"Woah, hey, no, what are you doing!" Will cried, trying to swat away the bag. She's too slow, however, and with a 'plop', the bag burst open in the clay, quickly sinking into the mass as Tosh's mixers kept, well, mixing.
The effects were pretty quick and apparent. The clay began to change color, going from a dull, lifeless gray to a deeper brownish red, with flakes of pepper and chili poking through. Interestingly, it wasn't just in the clay mass -- the color began to go up Will's torso as well, as the jerky continued to be smashed in. All in all, a lot more of an effect than one might expect; it wasn't like she had dumped in 150 pounds of jerky or something.
Will reached and fumbled for the controls. Not having used it before, however, she had not yet managed to turn it off -- with multiple settings and speeds and a timer function, it wasn't quite as simple as pressing the 'off' button, especially when she was flustered.