Rokayla Vonarx |
"Have you considered doing trivid-ads for AbadarCorp?" Rokayla teases. "Handsome human like you with a talent for PR speak'd make a lot of creds doing that."
Xevras |
"Indeed. I, for example, cannot help but notice his lack of scales, short neck, and poor dentition when I look at Mr. Smythe here."
Xevras's delivery is so even it's difficult to tell if he's joking or not.
Flux, the Dreamer |
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"Hey, you're plenty attractive Dr. Smythe. You have all the stuff organics love: hair, skin, positive life signatures. You've got the works! Flux shoots a quick thumbs up to Balazar after the pep-talk.
The Faceless GM |
With their accommodations sorted, the group departs the admin building and find themselves on a slightly raised walkway over what appears to be a long broken road. Thankfully, the bridge has been obviously repaired with several patches of materials clearly from the Pact Worlds as they cross over toward a large building sprawled out across from the spaceport terminal. From the look of it, it may have once been a hotel for guests to the port itself. The front doors are thrown open, with a few people milling around and making idle conversation. A few wave to the new arrivals as they make their way inside. What appears to have once been the massive lobby has been refitted into a rough approximation of a town square, with a large fountain in the middle providing purified water and several stalls created from the various desks around the edge of the room. Near the back, a new sign marked with a sloshing tankard hangs above the entrance to a large room, perhaps what was once the hotel's restaurant.
Rokayla Vonarx |
Rokayla waves back to the people greeting them, and looks up at the arcology. She gives an approving whistle.
"Can't wait to move into the top floor of THAT!" she says.
The Faceless GM |
The inside of the restaurant is perhaps the busiest place that the newly arrived crew has seen on Ikirit so far. A motley assortment of tables decorate the room with about half full of a mix of colonists. Most of them are dressed in simple, sturdy clothes that you'd expect on a workman of some sort, though the waiters are dressed a bit nicer. There seems to be a fairly even mix of shirren, humans, and verthani gathered around. A green shirren who you're pretty sure is a host approaches the group. "Welcome to the Honey Hive. Table for five?"
The Faceless GM |
"I think we have a couple tables for bigger crowds that might fit you..." the insectoid mutters to herself as she guides the group to the back. "Oh, the name? The owner's favorite drink is a sweet dwarven-style honey mead. Since he's a shirren too, he thought it was clever. Would you like to try it? It's the house special."
Balazar Smythe |
"I very much would!" Balazar agrees. "After weeks of the ship's bland fare, I'm craving something with flavor!"
To the group, he adds, "So, my new friends. After we break our fast on mead and whatever detectables are on offer, shall we get some rest and set out on our mission in the morning?"
The Faceless GM |
The waitress laughs. "Oh trust me, I know. Until we got hydroponics going, ship rations were about all we had to eat around here. I think the entire first wave was sick of them within a week." She takes orders for the rest of the group's food and drink and heads back to the kitchen to get things in motion.
Xevras |
Xevras orders about how you would expect--large portions of whatever sorts of meat were available, though with only water to drink.
"It would be good to have somewhere to place my belongings, at least, before we set out. Beyond that, I would not be averse to beginning today, though... perhaps I should check the local time, first. It would be best to start getting accustomed to the daylight cycle here."
Rokayla Vonarx |
"Been too long since I've had a proper pizza," Rokayla comments while they wait. "Last time I was at the Lorespire, one of the newer recruits wouldn't stop yammering about some cult of halflings running a conspiracy to infiltrate the Pact Worlds' pizza joints. Think he was working with one of my classmates from the Cosmonastery now that I think about it."
In the Dead Suns game where I play that classmate, that's what one of my party-members actually believes! :P
Flux, the Dreamer |
"Sooooooo I have a question. Can I talk while you guys eat? Cause my boss had a rule that I wasn't allowed to talk while he ate cause he said it ruined his meal but I don't see how me talking could make food taste bad so I tried lookin' up why food would taste bad while talkin' and I found that you shouldn't talk while eatin' cause you could choke but I don't need to eat or breath so that must mean my boss will choke if I talk while he has his mouth full so I wanted to ask you guys before your food came cause I don't want you to choke!"
Flux nervously bounces in its seat and absentmindedly plays with some silverware as it talks.
Flux, the Dreamer |
Flux gasps loudly as it sees one of its friends start to choke. Jumping up onto the table, the little robot rushes to its friend.
"Don't worry, buddy, I got you!" Focusing its will, Flux glows briefly as a transparent mechanical claw appears in front of Balazar's face before slowly moving towards his open mouth.
Flux casts Psychokinetic Hand and is going to attempt to...dislodge the "food stuck in Balazar's throat"...unless somebody stops it.
Rokayla Vonarx |
Rokayla pointedly says nothing as she picks up a slice of her pizza and takes a bite, giving Balazar the kind of "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed" look moms master so well.
Flux, the Dreamer |
Flux disperses the spectral claw before hopping over to pat Balazar's shoulder. "Whew, I'm glad you're ok, buddy!"
The small SRO then turns to its other companions with a pleading gesture. "Come on, don't be mad. He was just joking around. No harm no foul right?"
Rokayla Vonarx |
Rokayla raises an eyebrow.
"I'm gonna get up at 0500. Greet the sun and all that solarian stuff. Gotta get a full day in surveying and sh!t."
The Faceless GM |
With a meal a fair bit better than ship rations in their stomachs, the group decides to retire to their new apartment for the evening. When they arrive, they find it more or less as they expected, and the elevators even work to get them up to the upper floors without having to take a long flight of stairs. It seems that the work order at least got them some cots so they have a reasonably comfortable place to sleep and the warm evening air is actually rather refreshing through the open windows. The days on Ikirit aren't quite the same as Abasalom Standard and any early risers find themselves waking a bit before dawn. Of course, it also rises in the west rather than the east, making it slightly disorienting to realize.
Any prep anyone wants to do before heading out on ADVENTURE?
Xevras |
Xevras takes advantage of his wings and flies up to the assigned floor, meeting the others in their rooms (and appreciating the work someone had done to bring a very large cot up for him).
In the morning, after going through his usual spell study, he gets into his armor. Fully encased in gleaming alloys, he presents an intimidating sight, and while his steps do not shake the ground, their dull thuds approximate the effect admirable.
"I am prepared to depart," he states matter-of-factly.
Rokayla Vonarx |
Rokayla whistles when Xevras shows up.
"You REALLY know how to make an entrance, Xev!"
She's already in her armor as well, gun slung across her back and hooked blade at her side. She grabs her dark mote and it briefly takes the shape of a small rifle, before she releases it and it returns to its normal form.
"Ready!"