Patrick then texts his counsellor to ask what it means when one returns a lady's wave and she then sulks.
((Anyone else want to join in?))
So Patrick gets up and walks over to Zoey and Dicebot
At an appropriate break in their conversation he says Excuse me Ms Zoey. May I ask you something?
Oh, hi Mister! Zoey answers cheerfully, pretending as if nothing happened earlier. It barely takes a heartbeat before her nosiness gets the better of her, and she asks So? How was it? Tell meeee...
It .... went well actually. She told me I should concentrate on the positive instead of the negative ..... and somehow I ended up agreeing to tutor her tiefling flatmate in the finer points of magical theory.
So .... if I may ask ... what was the meaning of that strange expression you made after you waved back earlier?
He is still holding a half filled mug of Poshkettle tea.
Focus on the positive! That's what I tell our members as well! Everything is going to be fine, Mister! Zoey responds.
The tiefling flatmate is very lucky, if she likes magical theory, that is. For me, it makes my head spin. I rather spin myself! She adds a little twirl, hitting the professor with the tag on her dress.
Zoey looks puzzled at the mention of expression what expression did I make then?
Yes. It turns out that she is also a technomancer, like myself, but not quite as powerful
I think it was something like this? as he attempts to imitate Zoey's earlier sulky face. He also steps back a bit out of tag thwapping range.
Zoey giggles at the weird face Ah, mister, that's so cute... and thinks nothing of it. You should make that face at any girl you fancy, though... she might get the wrong idea!
Did I tell you that Mister Manager has arranged a mission for me? She waves a bundle of tickets around. Something in deep space to do with archaeology. Field trip!
Nice. Where are you going? And I hope you have a safe trip and come back safely.
I suspect my next trip will be investigating something to do with the Drift. I am sure Vee Cee Naiaj will come up with something.
Attention Please. Paging passenger Ddal Ki Sseu Hwi. Please proceed to the gate or we will offboard your luggage.
I have to go, Mister! Please keep showing Strawberry Machine Cake lots of love!
The girl dashes off in a red streak, the tag fluttering in the wind.
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Greetings and salutations Starfinders of Castamir's Flaxseed Station! In an effort to stay consistent across the Paizo.com lodges, I've updated the header for the campaign page to match the other lodges. It should take up less room now! This lodge is now more than 5 years old, and that's pretty awesome, so keep up the fire! Explore, Report, cooperate!
A burst of static comes through the scanner over the bar, followed by a snatch of conversation: "...had to change our destination to Preluria, and we'll be two weeks in the Drift."
Patrick obtains another cup of Poshkettle Tea.
Poshkettle Tea - The tea to drink while contemplating Life and the Universe. Everything was too much to handle at the moment.
|Oshari Soteria, Health & Safety
A large Nuar in glasses, a shirt, and tie, seemingly worn over a suit of armor, enters the bar, pausing at the entrance. He inhales deeply through his nostrils and cocks his head a bit. "Smells pretty much clean, there might be something there, though... What do you think, Ari?"
A small blob of dark blue nanites forms behind his shoulder with a glowing light blue smiling face on the surface, wobbling in an approximation of a nod.
"Let's go, then. I'm not on the clock, am I?"
He walks over to the bar and pulls out a seat, shaking it a bit to check its stability, before sitting down. "Just an ale, please."
The blob on his shoulder makes a pleading face, causing him to sigh. "And... anything metal that's not important, like... broken silverware, if you have it."
|Savat Hadif of Clan Tolar
"Who say we need a new First seeker?" a bellicose Kasatha says loudly, "My nephew's doin' a fine job! Re-elect Ehu! He's for you!"
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Eevee hands out the first cocktail of the evening as she heads over to the board. Things have been quiet of late, but it's good to catch her breath - figuratively of course since she doesn't breathe.
She looks over at the mission board, a staple in the Starfinder bar. Interesting...