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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.
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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?
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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!
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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."
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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...
Shuttle leaves in 5 minutes!
Would the following agents check in HERE For Race for the Dustwarren Cup:
Ohmarc Lightwalker
Azara Thenason
we'll start as soon as you're checked in!
Broadcasting live from the city formerly known as Zo, this is Zo! Media network's Amazing End of Orbit Extravaganza! Tune in as we broadcast live to all the pact worlds to celebrate the turn of a new year.
Special games! Hosted by Radat! End of year lists! Snarky commentary by Lethea and Quell! Live entertainment from the Dead Pack itself, the one and only Carrion Crooners, and finally, the reveal of the NEW REPORTING NUMBER for Castamir station!
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"What a pity this lounge isn't bright and sparkling. Look at this filth!" A self-important shirren gestures to the mostly-adequately-clean area around her. "It's a good thing I brought my own disinfectant," she mutters, whipping out a spray can and liberally applying said disinfectant to all the nearby surfaces.
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A shirren wearing a Top Down and the Strange Quarks t-shirt enters, listening to loud music in headphones that everyone can hear, they wave and say
"_____________"
realizing their headphones are too loud to be heard, takes off the headphones, but this only makes it louder.
"_____________"
Finally, turning off the music,
opps sorry my ears are still adjusting. Zoe, Anock, good to see you again."
Turning to the uplifted bear
"I don't think we have met, I'm Jek, so what's this game store you are talking about, do they have lots of options?"
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"All clones, you say? What's the chance they all chose the same options?"
Jek antenna twitch with harmonic oscillations, a sure sign Jek is considering all the options, calculating the chance all clones chose the same options...
"I think that's a question best solved over some greasy food, now I'm hungry! Where did you say this place is?
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Jekcedo gets directions, which lead to the post-Gap version of this. A small bell rings as they open the door and enter. A kasatha is behind the counter taking orders from a pair of ysoki while a small, clear-walled cylinder displays some of the food available. Half the machines are currenlty occupied by players from a variety of species.
The only human in the joint is seated at a table with a green-furred skittermander, an older dwarf woman in a hoverchair and a tromlin who is clearly a soldier out of uniform. They alternate moving small plastic game pieces and adding stitches to some project in its early stages. They look up at the chime. "Welcome to Slices and Dices! Always happy to see a new face here. Happy to show you around after my next turn, assuming I don't get turned around."
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Jek replies to the greeting human.
"Thanks, this looks like a great place. Did you say it's called Slices and Dices? Slices as in pizza? I love pizza, so many options. First, there is the crust, what it's made of, what its diameter is, assuming it's round, obviously you'll have to measure it differently if it's not round, then is it a thick or thin crust? I always wondered why they always leave out medium crust as an option. I would try a medium-thick crust, and can't forget the option of stuffing the crust, and then the choice of what to stuff it with. After all of that, we still have to choose the sauce, again, so many options, and we haven't even gotten to the best part with the most options..."
Jek's voice keeps getting louder as Jek gets more excited thinking about all of the options.
Topping! The number of options goes up several orders of magnitude when you get to topping, and that's before we even get to all the possible combinations of topping if you split the toppings between 2 halves of the pizza, or dare I say, each slice! I got this idea might be a little crazy, instead of putting a different combination of toppings on each slice, what about putting different combinations of toppings in concentric rings, that way you get every combination of different toppings in each slice!"
Jek pauses clearly overwhelmed by all the options.
" Can I borrow your dice? It might be quicker if I randomly roll for what's on my pizza, and by the way, my name's Jek, what's your name?
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The human sets down the dice and whispers to the tromlin, "I think you'll need to take my next turn for me." The skittermander puts on an obviously fake offended face as the human rises to speak with the new customer.
"Hi, I'm Knitter Joro," they say, grinning as they a hand to Jek. "After living somewhere that everyone had the same tastes - literally - for all my life, I wanted to make sure we had something available for everyone. And Absalom Station has a lot of everyones. Do you think I went overboard?"
They briefly look through a bin near the counter with loose dice. "I... uh, don't think I have one with enough sides to satisfy your request. Maybe you could download a RNG app on your datapad?"
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"Nice to meet you, Knitter, great place you got here, I think you went overboard in all the right ways, it's certainly not underboard."
Jek pauses for a moment.
"Is underboard even a saying? You know, after the data scourge, I didn't trust technology much, so I joined the cognates. Now I mostly use my data pad now for music."
Jek looks down at the bin of dice, and pulls out a notepad and a pen.
"We don't need one die to do all the work, just need to make some random tables with my pen and paper, you know paper comes in lots of options too, but I'll save listing those for another day."
Jek gets to work making random tables. Then stops all of a sudden.
"You know, I forgot an option. Do you have a daily special? I'll just take two of those, now I just need a drink, what options do you have for drinks..."