Outpost 2 - Liam 1-32 Acts of Association (Inactive)

Game Master Liam

setting this thing up

dotting

Dotted

The door to the well-appointed conference room opens, and
Chiskisk, a member of the Starfinder Society’s Forum, enters,
their antennae bobbing rhythmically as they move to take a seat
at the head of the table.

“Welcome, colleagues. As you know, the Starfinder Society
has been quite efficacious of late. The acts of brave agents like
yourselves has made the Society once-again respected and
known throughout Near Space and even in some areas of the Vast.
We have been quick to capitalize on these new opportunities.

Recently, the Society has reached out to nearly a dozen new
civilizations with which we have mutual interests. At this
moment, the Lorespire Complex is brimming with ambassadors,
dignitaries, and probably also spies from many worlds.

“I had the honor to conclude preliminary negotiations with one such
ambassador. They are about to sign an exclusive exploration and trade treaty
with the Starfinder Society, largely based on our recent exploits.
However…” the shirren pauses awkwardly, then moves to an expansive
window that overlooks the Lorespire campus.

“The delegate has requested a recess in negotiations to explore
Absalom Station before signing the agreement. Of course, I granted
them freedom of the station, as long as they accepted an escort of local
Starfinder agents to see to their every need.” The shirren turns
back to face the conference table. “That ‘escort,’ of course, would be you!”

Chiskisk slides a data disk across thetable. “Here is the dossier on the visiting
dignitary you’ll be escorting. Find out what they’re interested in seeing, and
take them there. Be gracious hosts, entertaining tour guides, bodyguards,
or social planners, as the dignitary requires. It should go without saying that
this emissary’s safety and security are paramount, as is their continued goodwill
toward the Society. If you do a good job, we might just secure the opportunity
to explore a new world.

Any questions?”

See maps and handouts for dossier

Map and Handouts

"If it is show of hospitality and respect that you wish to bestow, then know that I pledge this day to see such done in the most warming and gracious fashion that I can humbly muster." squeaks the high-pitched voice of a white ysoki, adorned in resplendent armor bearing a sun motif. "For this is the pledge of I, Rozzicheep Bernnshaw," he continues as he lays a hand upon the pummel of his scabbarded blade. "Though my friends call me 'Lightfoot', and I pray soon to be able to count you each among them." The ysoki knight bows deeply. "And may the goddess herself shine upon this endeavor, sowing rays of hope in addition to rays of light."

Returning to an upright position, though still not tall in stature, he asks, "And where, then, are we to meet this most noble of dignitaries? And how shall we count the minutes until his or her arrival?"

A tall, lean Lashunta strolls into the room and makes himself comfortable as Chiskisk begins to speak. He seems to go between listening and checking his comm unit.

As Chiskisk finishes, he loads the data disc to his computer before passing it to any other interested agent. After reading the enter, "So we're to host an unknown alien robot from an unknown world, that refuses to talk about itself or its home, and can best describe its emotive ability as "grumpy"." He grins playfully, "I think you've got the right agents for the job. We'll turn that frown upside down and have passes for diplomats on the next luxury star-liner out."

He turns and introduces himself to the other agents, "Soryn Viaxeiro, an honor and a pleasure to meet you all. Professional adventure seeker and generally pleasant fellow, looking forward to seeing how our hand plays out." He finish with a polite bow.

He turns back to Chiskisk, "So, is there anywhere in particular you'd like us to show DV8? Or more importantly, anything we shouldn't?"

Another white-furred ysoki accepts the data disc from Soryn and then examines the dossier. She says slowly, "All right, this being does not want to talk about where it's from. That should be fine; we can talk about Absalom Station instead." She looks over at Soryn, and tries to guess how a person who doesn't understand idioms would interpret a phrase like 'turn that frown upside down'. After a few moments of reflection she shakes off the thought. Deal with that when it happens, she sternly instructs herself.

"Don't worry. I will stick to DV8's side and make sure it stays healthy and whole. Ah, if only we had more time, I could prepare a meal plan sampler of Absalom Station flavors. If it's hungry, maybe I can recommend something. It, er, does eat, does it not?"

What appears to be a large and more-wrinkled-than-most walrus, with painfully-bright-orange coloration that clashes with her imposing black armor, lowers her half-moon spectacles at the dossier. "Well, if this new friend of ours showed up, it's our job to provide some hospitality, don'tcha think?"

She glances at the group around her and assumes a look of shock, gasping loudly. "Well well, where ARE my manners? The name's Edith, but most of the people 'round here call me the Morlagrammaw! I'm intent to make sure errybody plays nice with their cousins, and I ain't afraid to get a little rough with anyone that doesn't wanna be hospitable. I've got plenty of make-up skill, too, as needed. Now, I do hope we can make DV8 feel right at home!"

""A pleasure to meet you all." replies "Lightfoot". "It would seem with the abundance of skills among you all, from well-mannered tusk, to culinary cheeks, to playful antennae, a bountiful helping of hospitality shall most certainly be bestowed upon the distinguished DV8."

"And may Sarenrae bless us, every one."

"And where, then, are we to meet this most noble of dignitaries? And how shall we count the minutes until his or her arrival?"

Chiskisk turns his attention to Rozzicheep, speaking telepathically "They are staying

"Ah, if only we had more time, I could prepare a meal plan sampler of Absalom Station flavors. If it's hungry, maybe I can recommend something. It, er, does eat, does it not?"

Chikisk turns the head to regard Cora. The phrase "The simplest way to find out what they

" "I think you've got the right agents for the job. We'll turn that frown upside down and have passes for diplomats on the next luxury star-liner out."

"Just be sure you stay on their good side" Chiskisk replies.

"Well, if this new friend of ours showed up, it's our job to provide some hospitality, don'tcha think?"

Chikisk replies cheerfully "It is good that I have made it your job then Morlagrammaw. Your

And with that, Chikisk, motions for your dismissal. "I have business to attend to, and so do you, so unless you have any questions...the most pertinent should be covered in the briefing notes."

SLOT YOUR BOONS NOW

"Now, then, my most distinguished colleagues, let us venture forth to the Ambassador Suite and extend the hand and grave of friendship to our charge and guest ." Lightfoot declares.

The rather purple looking elebrian sat there for a bit looking a bit slacked jaw, almost like his mind wasn't present, before jolting up right in his chair, as though he just woke up from a day dream or was snapped back to reality. "Oh gods, I'm so sorry for that..." Jaja said in a tone of discomposed while he straightened out his crimson bowtie that rested upon a blackened checkered button-up shirt and dark grey tweed jacket while he slapped himself on the the cheek a little before the rest of reality caught up to him. "Just recalling a bit from my time at Salvation's En- er... Never mind me."

"Well I, for one, am interested to meet this fellow, perhaps getting on their good side will allow us some great opportunities to look into those ruins." Jaja exclaims as he bows a bit to the rest of his party and holds the door open for them while pulling out his comms unit and starts to type something on the keypad. "I should ask my gnoll friends if they know of any great oil-based salads we could perhaps prepare for DV8." He says, more thinking out loud then anything while he he sends his text.

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"Well, then let's show this diplomat some marvels, a few wonders, and health dash of hospitality," Soryn begins whistling a cheerful tune and holds open the door for his teammates. "Shall we?"

It is a short trip across the Lorespire Complex to reach the Ambassadorial quarters. The guards there seem to recognize you and let you through to DV8's quarters. You end up at a door that matches the place that Chikisk sent you.

What next?

The very slow-moving (especially in her exceptionally-heavy armor) morlamaw probably makes the trip a bit longer than desired, despite her disciplined waddle-march. At the door, she looks around to her party, raising her spectacles in pride. "Ah, so this is the place! Seems normal enough. Well, I'll bid our emissary a good morning!"

Coughing politely, Morlagrammaw raises a single flipper, and gives a resounding knock to the tune of the classic tune "tusk-and-the-whis-kers, eat-shrimp!" while calling out "Wakey-wakey, DV8! It's the Starfinders who have been assigned to help you!"

Soryn edges to the back of the group and contacts the team telepathically, -> I'm going to try to see if I can get a read on this thing's thoughts. If it has thoughts... Maybe get an idea of what its intents are, or at least what it may find interesting. If I introduce myself last, I should be done before shaking hands. Any objections? <-

Going to try Detect Thoughts, 3 rounds gets me surface thoughts if it fails a DC 12 Will save. Opinions?

" I must admit that I harbor apprehension about such a course of action, friend Soryn," notes Lightfoot, "given the potential for the invasion of the dignitary's privacy. Yet, I suppose that if it were done with appropriate caution and respect that it would be a prudent course and, at the same time, not run afoul of the individual integrity and dignity that is the due of ever sentient being."

Soryn edges to the back of the group and contacts the team telepathically, -> I'm going to try to see if I can get a read on this thing's thoughts. If it has thoughts... Maybe get an idea of what its intents are, or at least what it may find interesting. If I introduce myself last, I should be done before shaking hands. Any objections? <-

Going to try Detect Thoughts, 3 rounds gets me surface thoughts if it fails a DC 12 Will save. Opinions?

You think there must be something in the wall blocking your ability. Maybe it has too much metal in it.

The very slow-moving (especially in her exceptionally-heavy armor) morlamaw probably makes the trip a bit longer than desired, despite her disciplined waddle-march. At the door, she looks around to her party, raising her spectacles in pride. "Ah, so this is the place! Seems normal enough. Well, I'll bid our emissary a good morning!"

Coughing politely, Morlagrammaw raises a single flipper, and gives a resounding knock to the tune of the classic tune "tusk-and-the-whis-kers, eat-shrimp!" while calling out "Wakey-wakey, DV8! It's the Starfinders who have been assigned to help you!"

The intercom buzzes an d a mechanical voice comes over the speaker:

"I do not require room service. Thank you."

"I am afraid you are mistaken, most honored DV8,." Lightfoot responds, "Although it would be my pleasure to provide you with any reasonable amenities that I am able, our purpose here is to see to your welfare and serve as hosts--one's most gracious for your presence among us. We are emissaries of the Starfinder Society, agents as well, and we are here to extend the open hand of hospitality and the warming rays of grace."

I wasn't going to use the ability yet, I figured the wall was too thick. I was going to once DV8 came outside/the door opened. That's why I brought going last for introductions. Can I still have the action when it comes out?

I wasn't going to use the ability yet, I figured the wall was too thick. I was going to once DV8 came outside/the door opened. That's why I brought going last for introductions. Can I still have the action when it comes out?

sure

Not sure how else to proceed here.

Lightfoot continues to gently knock on the door. "Perhaps, you have misheard me, but I mentioned that we are with the Starfinder Society and we are here to see to your comfort and stay while aboard this fine station. Should you be in some sort of peril, please give us some indication, for we will be ready to enter the premises within an instant!"

Diplomacy, w/expertise: 1d20 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (12) + 4 + (5) = 21

Knowing that first impressions can be lasting, Lightfoot lifts his head skyward and releases a short prayer to his goddess--one asking for the gifts of discernment, grace, and patience-- before the returning his attention to the door before him.

As is summoned by the prayer, the door opens. Standing in the doorway is a mechanical figure, humanoid in design.

"I apologize for the interrogatives before opening. Your arrival was in same time window the staff usually arrives." At this point a dwarf with a cart pushes up, sees DV8 and says "No service, as usual Ambassador?" DV8 politely replies "None, as usual. Thank you for the courtesy of asking."

DV8 then turns and enter the suite. "Do come in, but do not make a mess. I would hate to have to have that nice dwarf clean up after you." They then move over to a chair and have a seat, then gesture for you to do the same on a couch and some other comfortable looking chairs.

"If I have assumed correctly, you know who I am, so I will return the interrogative. Who are you?

Waddling through the door with a tusky grin, Edith plops down on the floor. "Well, they call me Morlagrammaw! And I'm tickled pink to be meeting such an interesting critter such as yourself. I can see you've got a reverence for manners and rules, so we should get along just fine!"

Flashing a toothy smile, the elderly morlamaw looks around the room, and ponders quietly. Wow, this room is nice! I see our Society takes care of its visitors. Good, good.

Soryn moves to the back of the team, but keeps DV8 in sight. He activates his mental powers (Detect Thoughts) and tries to keep DV8 within its effects.

Round 1 I detect presence or absence of thoughts of creatures Int 1 or higher, Rnd 2 detect number of thinking minds (if it has a super high Int it could stun me), Rnd 3 Will sv DC 12 pick up surface thoughts. IF I don't pick up thoughts in Rnd 1 or 2, I'll let it drop.

After the rest of the team has introduced themselves, Soryn will step forward and offer a hand. "My name is Soryn Viaxeiro. It is an honor to meet you DV8, is this an appropriate designation to use for you? Or do you prefer something else?"

Engineering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Noting the robot's design, the Starfinder decides to file the information for later, not wishing to make the ambassador uncomfortable with probing questions.

"Greetings, most welcome dignitary, DV8!" pipes in the ysoki with his high-pitched voice. "My own name, as was given to me, is Rozzicheep Berrnshaw. However, many a friend has taken to calling me 'Lightfoot' and, as I pray that I may at presently, or in the near future, count you among that number, it would please me for you to do the same .” The ysoki presents himself with a proper bow to robot ambassador. As he does so it, a medallion bearing the holy symbol of the Dawnflower, can be clearly seen dangling from a necklace round his neck. “Further, I consider the appellation, 'Lightfoot', to be both a name and a calling. For, blessed are the feet of the bearer of light into those places of darkness and those of the bearer of good tiding of the mercy and grace that the goddess provides..” He says as he resumes an upright position.

Cora steps carefully across the room, being careful not to do anything that could be construed as 'making a mess', and sits primly on the edge of the couch. She chimes in, "And my name is Cora Jex. You can call me Cora. Do you have anything of particular interest you'd like to see while you're here on Absalom Station?"

Engineering: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Waddling through the door with a tusky grin, Edith plops down on the floor. "Well, they call me Morlagrammaw! And I'm tickled pink to be meeting such an interesting critter such as yourself. I can see you've got a reverence for manners and rules, so we should get along just fine!"

Flashing a toothy smile, the elderly morlamaw looks around the room, and ponders quietly. Wow, this room is nice! I see our Society takes care of its visitors. Good, good.

DV8 nods their head at "Ok, then I will also call you Morlagrammaw. Although I do think it would be improper to do anything until you changed color." They pause for a moment and continue "Protocol is something I do like."

Two rolls

Soryn moves to the back of the team, but keeps DV8 in sight. He activates his mental powers (Detect Thoughts) and tries to keep DV8 within its effects.

Round 1 I detect presence or absence of thoughts of creatures Int 1 or higher, Rnd 2 detect number of thinking minds (if it has a super high Int it could stun me), Rnd 3 Will sv DC 12 pick up surface thoughts. IF I don't pick up thoughts in Rnd 1 or 2, I'll let it drop.

After the rest of the team has introduced themselves, Soryn will step forward and offer a hand. "My name is Soryn Viaxeiro. It is an honor to meet you DV8, is this an appropriate designation to use for you? Or do you prefer something else?"

[dice=Engineering] d20 + 6

DV8's shell seems to block the reading.

"DV8 is my designation, and is sufficient. Thank you for asking." They will then return an exceedingly firm, yet reserved handshake. "Do we bounce this clasp once, or twice? I am still learning this protocol."

[dice=Engineering]1d20+8

Noting the robot's design, the Starfinder decides to file the information for later, not wishing to make the ambassador uncomfortable with probing questions.

"Greetings, most welcome dignitary, DV8!" pipes in the ysoki with his high-pitched voice. "My own name, as was given to me, is Rozzicheep Berrnshaw. However, many a friend has taken to calling me 'Lightfoot' and, as I pray that I may at presently, or in the near future, count you among that number, it would please me for you to do the same .” The ysoki presents himself with a proper bow to robot ambassador. As he does so it, a medallion bearing the holy symbol of the Dawnflower, can be clearly seen dangling from a necklace round his neck. “Further, I consider the appellation, 'Lightfoot', to be both a name and a calling. For, blessed are the feet of the bearer of light into those places of darkness and those of the bearer of good tiding of the mercy and grace that the goddess provides..” He says as he resumes an upright position.

"It is good to meet you who is called both Rozicheep Bernshaw and Lightfoot." DV8 returns a mirror of the proper bow. "By which do you prefer to be called. I have met many people whose friends refer to them by names that they would rather not be called."

Cora steps carefully across the room, being careful not to do anything that could be construed as 'making a mess', and sits primly on the edge of the couch. She chimes in, "And my name is Cora Jex. You can call me Cora. Do you have anything of particular interest you'd like to see while you're here on Absalom Station?"

[dice=Engineering]1d20+4

"Hello Cora. I do have some places I would like to see while I am here on Absalom Station."

They pause for a moment, as if collecting the data.

"I was told about this thing called "night-life" senior negotiators and I would like you to find a place for me to see."

"I would also like to engage in some acquisition of external memory products, to remind me of my time on Absalom Station when I depart."

"When I was reading your infosphere, I saw a designated as "The Hamisford Theatorium." They expressed an interest in art and culture and I would like to share some of mine."

"Lastly, I would like to take a walk along the outer hull of Absalom Station."

DV8 pauses to let you "process" their request.

so this part is a bit abstract

Each PC can attempt a Bluff, Diplomacy, or Intimidate check to try to impress DV8. This is their inital impression of you. I will give you a small bonus for good RP above and what you type to go with the roll. If you want to expand on your introduction, talk about things the character knows, etc go for it. Don't forget to make the Sense Motive checks first.

Did I get anything from DV8 with the Detect Thoughts?

Did I get anything from DV8 with the Detect Thoughts?

Nope, metal head hides the metal thoughts. Might be something in what they are made from or such

Sense Motive for Likes, w/expertise: 1d20 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (12) + 5 + (6) = 23
Sense Motive for Dislikes, w/expertise: 1d20 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (17) + 5 + (5) = 27

"I shall dutifully respond to whichever name you prefer, good DV8.." Lightfoot responds, noting the dignitary's preference for protocol, but still adhering to his own sense of being a free spirit. "The itinerary that you have just set forth sounds both proper and profound. My colleagues and I shall endeavor to see that you have an opportunity to experience that which you seek most fully and sincerely."

Diplomacy w/expertise: 1d20 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + 4 + (6) = 19

As a worshipper of the sun and devotee of the day, the ysoki ponders for a moment, just what this 'night-life' that the dignitary is referring to may be.
Culture: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Ah, the advantages of a titanium cranium.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

After Soryn introduces himself, he tries to recall any locations that might be entertaining for DV8's list as well as in more reputable portions of the station.

"Experiencing the night life, purchasing souvenirs, going to the theatre, and a walk along the station hull," Soryn nods, "I think we can help you have a wonderful experience." Soryn will begin telling stories about himself and the Starfinders, extoling the points on DV8's 'like list' and down playing the 'don't likes'.

Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Trying to recall what the Hamisford Theatorium might be?
Culture/Theatre?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Sense Motive, likes: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Sense Motive, dislikes: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"Those sound like things we can manage! I'm glad you did some research in advance. It's good to know what you want." Cora claps her paws together cheerfully. "Shall we appoint someone in charge of taking pictures along the way? Along with the 'external memory products', that'll be nice to show your family and friends back home."

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Sense Motive, likes:: 1d20 + 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + (6) + 3 = 14
Sense Motive, dislikes:: 1d20 + 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (9) + (1) + 3 = 13

"Ah, that sounds wonderful, dearie. Reminds me of when I first came to Absalom Station... Putting a flipper to her chin in though, Edith ponders the final request aloud. "Although walking along the outer hull might be a touch difficult, I'm sure we'll figure it out!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Soryn takes a moment as the others talk to telepathically communicate with the team. == I will keep this link open, if we need to talk without DV8 hearing. Odds are slim that it can pick up on telepathy.== Soryn will let the team know he was unable to read DV8's mind, but will share what he learned from observing the diplomat.

Opening spoilers for all. Also maintaining a link with the team whenever he can, in case anyone needs to speak privately.

[dice=Sense Motive for Likes, w/expertise]1d20+5+1d6

[dice=Sense Motive for Dislikes, w/expertise]1d20+5+1d6

"I shall dutifully respond to whichever name you prefer, good DV8.." Lightfoot responds, noting the dignitary's preference for protocol, but still adhering to his own sense of being a free spirit. "The itinerary that you have just set forth sounds both proper and profound. My colleagues and I shall endeavor to see that you have an opportunity to experience that which you seek most fully and sincerely."

[dice=Diplomacy w/expertise]1d20+4+1d6

As a worshipper of the sun and devotee of the day, the ysoki ponders for a moment, just what this 'night-life' that the dignitary is referring to may be.
[dice=Culture]1d20+6

You recall a place called "Nebula's Core" - it's lower key place that isn't prone to any kind of violence and is known for their polite staff.

[dice=Sense Motive, likes]1d20+8

[dice=Sense Motive, dislikes]1d20+8

"Those sound like things we can manage! I'm glad you did some research in advance. It's good to know what you want." Cora claps her paws together cheerfully. "Shall we appoint someone in charge of taking pictures along the way? Along with the 'external memory products', that'll be nice to show your family and friends back home."

[dice=Diplomacy]1d20

"That would be fine idea. I have my own images I will share, but external ones sound like a good idea too."

Ah, the advantages of a titanium cranium.

[dice=Sense Motive] d20 + 5
[dice=Sense Motive] d20 + 5

After Soryn introduces himself, he tries to recall any locations that might be entertaining for DV8's list as well as in more reputable portions of the station.

"Experiencing the night life, purchasing souvenirs, going to the theatre, and a walk along the station hull," Soryn nods, "I think we can help you have a wonderful experience." Soryn will begin telling stories about himself and the Starfinders, extoling the points on DV8's 'like list' and down playing the 'don't likes'.

[dice=Bluff] d20 + 9

Trying to recall what the Hamisford Theatorium might be?
[dice=Culture/Theatre?] d20 + 6

"And I think I shall let you Starfinders decide the order we so them in. Free-form, so to speak." Does DV8 seem...excited about this?

[dice=Sense Motive, likes:]1d20 + 1d6 + 3

[dice=Sense Motive, dislikes:]1d20 + 1d6 + 3

"Ah, that sounds wonderful, dearie. Reminds me of when I first came to Absalom Station... Putting a flipper to her chin in though, Edith ponders the final request aloud. "Although walking along the outer hull might be a touch difficult, I'm sure we'll figure it out!"

[dice=Diplomacy]1d20 + 9

"I have made a study of the gear that Starfinders use, and armor with life support is a common thing. I do not plan on being out long enough that you would have to worry about supplies or re-charging." DV8 makes a gesture that could be read as balancing options.

The Morlagrammaw wrote:

[dice=Sense Motive, likes:]1d20 + 1d6 + 3

[dice=Sense Motive, dislikes:]1d20 + 1d6 + 3

"Ah, that sounds wonderful, dearie. Reminds me of when I first came to Absalom Station... Putting a flipper to her chin in though, Edith ponders the final request aloud. "Although walking along the outer hull might be a touch difficult, I'm sure we'll figure it out!"

[dice=Diplomacy]1d20 + 9

"I have made a study of the gear that Starfinders use, and armor with life support is a common thing. I do not plan on being out long enough that you would have to worry about supplies or re-charging. I have rented a cruise ship with the company Periphery Stars, and it will be at our disposal." DV8 makes a gesture that could be read as balancing options.

"With respect to the 'night life'," Lightfoot chimes in. "I have heard tell of a place called, 'Nebula's Core', that may be of interest to you, good DV8."

As he speaks, the ysoki looks at his lashunta ally, hoping that his fellow Starfinder will pick up on his efforts to communicate telepathically. ==As an acolyte of the Dawnflower, I am afraid that I have little experience with what is referred to as the 'night life', on this station. My preferred forms of recreation involve mediation, the recitation and reading of texts, and fine sport--all best enjoyed under the warmth and glow of the sun's rays.==

He strokes the white fur of his chin pensively, then continues, ==Yet, from what I have heard, this "Nova's Core" is a "low key" place with a polite and respectful staff. It should be safe and free of potential violence.==

If he cannot get through to his ally, or if it simply seems more efficiently, Lightfoot will text to his fellow agents via a comm link.

"Given the hour, perhaps the 'night life' should wait" the ysoki suggests, clearly feeling that this part of the assignment will place him out of his comfort zone. "Any suggestions, then, on where to begin?"

Did my Culture roll get me anything about the Theatre DV8 mentioned?

The team hears random brief humming or whistling of quiet tunes within their minds every few minutes as Soryn keeps the link between the team. Sensing Rozz's response he shares it across the link.

== There you go Rozz... Sounds as good a place as any to start our tour. ==

I'm all up in your heads! :)

Did my Culture roll get me anything about the Theatre DV8 mentioned?

The team hears random brief humming or whistling of quiet tunes within their minds every few minutes as Soryn keeps the link between the team. Sensing Rozz's response he shares it across the link.

== There you go Rozz... Sounds as good a place as any to start our tour. ==

I'm all up in your heads! :)

The Hamisfore Theatorium is one of Absalom Station's premiere venues for performances of all sorts, and people come from all over the Pact Worlds to view the legendary space. The Theatorium can reconfigure itself for any kind of performance, or audience, the building itself seamlessly adjusting to both.

You know that Jebodiah Hamifsfore (Male Gnome) is the current owner and on the lookout for new art forms.