As I begin to strip, I think about my new situation.

  I just randomly decided to join a party, and I used my godly powers to do it.

  What if they expect me to bring luck or something amazing? There are those csses in stories and games where someone gets power from their patron, is that an idea here?

  Or because of my actions do I look more like a chosen one.

  What if people try to conscript me to join the army to fight whatever the military is fighting.

  I’d just flee, but what if I do not wish to leave this group.

  I could always end the war, assuming there aren’t any other gods meddling.

  Hmm…

  I finally done with undressing, quickly jump into the tub.

  The temperature is cold, but it quickly warms.

  Hmm…

  I noticed that while I feel temperatures and changes in temperature, I’m not bothered by extreme ones.

  How else could I comfortable survive in the vacuum of space?

  I usually go to space when I want to remain hidden and not accidentally reveal myself by bumping into something. So it’s somewhat frequent.

  This bath has no soap!

  Or maybe it does and I don’t recognize it?

  I search around the bath, and I don’t see anything like soap.

  Okay, I make my own soap out of one of my many coins.

  I get to cleaning myself, and then notice my fur.

  It’s kind of tied in knots.

  I also summon a brush to ter brush myself.

  After scrubbing behind my ears, I dunk my body fully underwater.

  The world seems so different here.

  While in space, It usually feels somewhat surreal, while floating here…

  It feels freeing in a way that is a bit different than space.

  In space, there’s no air to be found, nothing to push against.

  While most would pop there, for me it’s almost separate from everything else.

  It’s fun, but it makes me feel separate.

  Under this water, despite the fact I don’t breathe here, I feel almost more alive. My view swirls in beautiful patterns with the air.

  It’s so chaotic and hypnotizing.

  It makes me want to stay here forever.

  But I won’t.

  The world keeps moving, and while I could stop it… I won’t at this moment.

  I lift my head out of the water and take a deep breath in.

  No relief, my breathing is as even as before I stopped.

  I continue cleaning myself, the soap gliding across my fur, making it almost shining.

  My hands guide the soap, grace is in my limbs.

  My movement is too perfect.

  It was nice at first, but it almost feels like a mockery of a dance.

  I unproject graceful on myself, and notice how I become uncoordinated.

  The soap stumbles out of my paw into the water. The soap makes a spshing noise as it sinks to the bottom, hitting my leg on the way.

  The sound of when it hits the bottom is muffled.

  Just observing the world for a moment is good, my mind racing like usual, but still bliss.

  I look at the room more closely, the bed has beige sheets, they look like they itch. The room has no mirror, but the gss window is slightly reflective, showing my face.

  My face hasn’t aged a day since I made it. I am immune to the passage of time.

  I’m unsure how old I look, but I am probably a couple years past physical maturity.

  At least if this body aged.

  I look down there, and then I sigh.

  Small and tiny.

  Why did I make it small?

  I finish cleaning myself.

  I grab my brush and start brushing my fur. The knots are hard to get out while I’m wet and I see my mistake.

  I get up and shake myself off like a wet dog, I summon a blow drier that is silent.

  After drying myself off, I for real this time use my brush.

  I work the knots from my fur once again. I can’t actually pull out my fur, so what is tied just gets stuck. I have to wiggle the brush side to side violently.

  After finally finishing brushing most of me, I move onto my tail.

  I don’t think about it often, and It is probably what allows the amount of grace I have with my projection.

  My tail has a white tip, and after brushing it, it reminds me almost of cotton candy. Not that i’d eat my tail, it’d probably taste gross.

  I have an idea to get what I feel is missing from my life at this moment.

  I project can feel mortal relief, and then stretch.

  Ohhh, so good.

  I yawn.

  I rub my eyes, getting soapy water out of it. Doesn’t hurt, but there is a relief there.

  There are other types of relief, specifically one that I haven’t done in a while.

  I spend the next few minutes doing some stuff

  Then after I’m done, I clean up.

  In all honesty, this room is probably cleaner than before, because I used my power to clean it.

  I almost put on my dirty clothes, but think better of it.

  Wouldn’t want the bath to go to waste.

  I make myself a new outfit, this time with self cleaning and self-repairing.

  The self cleaning and self-repairing are slow, so it won’t be too suspicious.

  This new outfit is another t-shirt and pants and underwear.

  I also made a slight alteration to my eyes.

  Instead of seeing a few colors, I see a lot more.

  My eyes also have something different than normal receptors.

  Whenever I look at something, I see all of the colors its comprised of.

  I don’t understand exactly what I’m seeing, but it’s pretty.

  I decide that this way to see is a bit weird, and so I sort of blend my new perfected vision with my original.

  I have no idea how I’m doing this still, and should probably check ter.

  Maybe I need a list?

  Or perhaps ter I’ll summon a list of everything I’ve ever been curious about.

  Anyway, time to exit this room and meet up with my new party members.

  Threelivestoken