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A tall lithe woman lounges in the meeting room, ready for the event to get started. She is dressed sharply in a scientific lab coat over a high necked red shirt and fake black leather pants. She taps her red heeled boots on the floor for a moment as she contemplates what to do next, clearly bored at getting here too early. A moment later and mouth breaks open in what looks like an evil grin, a snake like tongue flicking out to sample the air. Her slightly glowing red eyes alight on the door way as she pulls out a small vial. With a small jingle from the variety of hoops hanging from her pointed ear she moves over to the door and rigs it so the next person through gets pricked with the vial.
Slicking her hair back she sits down and proceeds to wait, notebook in hand to record the results. I finally am going to get to use up that vial for an elephant trunk. Dang thing was about to expire... I hope whoever comes through there first doesn't get too bent out of shape over having a trunk for a few hours.
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The door swings open seemingly of its own accord, and after several seconds (wherein Seggas' trap fires harmlessly into thin air) a vesk unlike any other strides into the room as if he owns it. He stands well over 2 meters tall but is significantly thinner and without a vesk's normal massive musculature. He nevertheless cuts an imposing figure, and whereas male vask are normally various shades of green, this one's coloration is so pale and almost bone gray as to appear unhealthy. Or dead.
In his black leather outfit and boots (and with an approving eye at Seggas' outfit), he strides in elbows akimbo. He exudes an aura of superiority and self assurance as he greets the lounging tiefling.
"I am Skorpahlich. Vesk..., but not. I do with my mind what those brutes do with their brawn," his voice drips with disdain at the implied mention of other vesk.
He pronounces it "Skor-PAAAH-lich", and you can't help but notice the strange coincidence of a vesk with scales the color of death sharing a name with an undead sorcerer. Or is it a coincidence after all?
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Seggas gives a small grimace of annoyance that her trap did not work and scurries past Skorpahlich to quickly pick back up the hopefully unbroken vial of elephant trunk genetic code and retrovirus. She comes back in, a relieved look on her face as she dusts off the vial. She then finally gets a good look at the 'vesk.' "Well I did not think that the vesk had this much genetic variation! Why you are almost completely a different color. Is this a vesk equivalent of albinism? Also is the slimmer frame more a case of nurture or nature?" She takes a few long moments to examine the vesk before heading over to their bag, grabbing out a small pouch and pulling out a small sliver of metal with a button. She presses the button turning on a small rectangular holo with the words Dr. Seggas Yakan, DVM DMD written in a tasteful easy-to-read font, followed by her contact details below. "Seggas Yakan. Please call me Seggas. Would you mind if I took a sample of your genetic code? I'll keep it anonymous, I promise. Just isolating your coloring would be amazing for making designer biomods."
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"I cannot promise that you'll get anything useful, Dr..." he pauses to correct himself, "Seggas," he finishes familiarly. "But you're free to take your sample. I've certainly had enough medical samples taken in my life," he says with a sneer as he holds out one thin hand with meticulously filed claws.
”I was not born nor raised in the Veskarium," he continues as Seggas goes about her work. "As a matter of fact, I was born on a Corpse Fleet science vessel and raised as a lab rat by the bones.” He spits out the last word clearly meaning it as a pejorative for the undead crew.
"I've been told that some aspects of my anatomy are the result of a rare vesk mutation," he confides though he disdains to say who told him this. He'd rather not tell the story of Mother and her death quite yet. "But there are other aspects that were... induced... in me by the bones."
He pauses to look around the room and spotting the urn of caf on the side table, pours a cup and adds enough sweetener and cream infusions to choke a space whale.
Taking a sip, he lets out a contented sigh. "The bones' 'enhancements' to my physiology unfortunately robbed me of most of my sense of taste. Except for this," he tips the cup of the sweet creamy caf to her with a smile, "most foods taste the same. Like the ashes of a funeral pyre."
He takes another sip and smiles. "And what of you, Dr.... Seggas?" he corrects himself again. "Where do you hail from?"
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Celestia Sol, Celly to her friends, wasn't too far behind Skorpahlich, and she enters the room.
Maybe it was just as well I was a bit late she remarks. Or am I early?
She is an aasimar extruding an obvious glow which brightens when seeing Skorpahlich. So does her smile. She is also trying a different look today being clearweave armour, under which is something that looks like a two piece swimsuit - cyan at the top and navy blue for the bottom. The only major decoration is a holy symbol of Hylax.
With graceful movements, she half walks, half dances to the tea dispenser and draws herself a cup, looking curiously at the tiefling in the room. before downing the entire contents of the cup and drawing another.
Oh that feels much better she says. I am Celestia Sol ... diplomat in training
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Seggas gives a small coo of excitement over the rare case of someone giving consent without having to be asked multiple times! She holds out her right hand, as a whirr sounds from the back of her neck and a small needle extends from her right hand's ring finger. She gives Shorpahlich a slightly devilish-looking smile that might have been intended to reassure but would likely have put most people at unease. "You'll feel a small prick, but otherwise this shouldn't hurt!" She then takes a very small sample of tissue from the vesk, before another whirring noise comes out and she swabs a dollop of alcohol over the wound from her left pointer finger followed by a quick sealing liquid bandage that oozes out of her left pinky finger.
Her eyes unfocus as she listens to Skorpahlich talk, while what must clearly be a micro med-lab integrated into her spine/brain works on sorting, separating, and starting to analyze the sample. After a moment, she pauses and then goes wide-eyed. "Wait your DNA may hold Corpse Fleet innovations? The Corpse Fleet? That don't share any of their genetic discoveries? You mean I could unlock something that I'd have exclusive access to? I could sell it to bio-mod companies for a killing! Or keep it for my exclusive use!"
She natters away to herself at the prospect, before getting caught off guard by a the question about her past. "I actually hail from the station here. I actually don't know if my parents came from here or not. All I know is that my 'mother got involved in a dangerous crowd and decided to not keep me.' Also heavily implied she'd followed her beau to hell, but I'm not sure if that was literal or not. Bounced around the foster system. Found out I had a talent for studying and biology and that I could use it to get a good, stable job. Went to med school." ...Got kicked out for maniacal laughter during surgery one too many times. Went to veterinary and dental school instead... "Graduated. Started with the Starfinders to get good genetic samples," ...and because other team members make great test subjects! "That's about it."
She then turns to greet the other person in the room and gives a small smile as she looks over the woman. She is wearing a great outfit to test dermal coloring variations on! Perfect, ig I can isolate Skorpahlich's scale color DNA strands I might be able to test them on her!
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A woman ducks slightly as she enters the room. Her tail lazily whips back and forth as she walks over to an empty chair.
With clean black lines, and bloodred accents, it takes a second look to realize that she is not wearing a helmet, and the armor has been colored to match her scales. At her left side is a double scabbard, which contain two survival knives, while on her ride is a longsword. She smiles at everyone, as she pulls out a small whetstone and begins to hone one of her survival knives.
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Just as all you intelligent-seeming folks get settled into your comfy chairs and meaningful conversations, Skorpahlich hears a familiar (and loud, if not grating) voice from the hall - and the door swings open -
"Is that Skorpy? Skorpahlich! I know that smell anywhere, how you doin, heh?"
Barely looking where he's walking, a short-ish, pudgy, fast-talking Vesk plows into the room - and then sees all these new friends!
His toothy smile lights up - "Whoah, Skorps, you didn't tell me we doin' a therapy group for lost an' lonely Vesks - " but then ping, he's cut off as he gets shot by some type of... needler trap?
" - ow! Tell me thats not a mandatory drug test, huh? I got, uh... an exemption?"
He waits for a reaction. Even if there isn't one, he feels popular because he is loud.
"Well you all must be da crew. Dhony Ratta, at yer service, everybody!" The flamboyant lizard slicks back his ill-kempt Warblood scales, thinking himself something of a charmer. You all probably notice that, under his armor, he appears to be wearing an old Golarion tracksuit. The more discerning among you notice a troubling number of lumps throughout his outfit, mostly shaped like pistols and grenades.
"So what's the story, anyway, where we goin? And, uh... really, what is this?" Dhony finally pulls the needle out of his neck and starts playing with it.
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”As I said, Seggas, I make no guarantees about what you will find in that sample…..” he begins to answer her questions about his Corpe Fleet upbringing before his voice trails off and he takes the smallest sniff of the air. That scent. Her scent. Is it truly….?
His question is answered moments later as Celly enters the room from behind him, and Skorpahlich stiffens just slightly. The self-assurance he meticulously maintains slips imperceptibly, but quickly returns. Dear gods beyond, she is so beautiful. So graceful. And that new armor!…. He forces himself to stop ogling his friend. I’ve seen her perform at the club, so why am I now staring? he chides himself internally. Initially after their last mission, he’d thought of her as not really his type, though he hadn’t really established what his type might be. However, after watching her dance at the club that night, he’d thought that maybe he’d been wrong.
”Celly, it’s so good to see you,” he says barely able to keep the excitement and stammer from his voice. But she’s also very perceptive, so surely she knows how I feel.
His attention is suddenly pulled away at the arrival of a second, more conventionally normal vesk. As the female warrior sits without a word, Skorpahlich nods to the newcomer, and returns his focus to the goddess-aasimar.
Yes, surely she knows that I feel like a fool whenever I’m around her, he thinks with a touch of sadness.
But that tiny bit of sadness is quickly washed away as he hears Dhony’s voice. Giving the third vesk a warm and patient smile, he introduces Dhony even as he plucks the needle from his friend’s fingers and returns it to the good(?) Doctor. ”Dr. Seggas, Celly, this is my good friend Dhony. We are both vesk of … unusual … origins,” he says as he looks to the seated and as-yet-unnamed warrior.
When Celly asks about witchwarpers, though, Skorpahlich laughs. ”Ah, you’re referring to Venari, I suppose. Teasing him like that wasn’t very nice, you know,” he chides the beautiful dancer with a smile. She’d confided to him what she’d been doing when they’d met for coffee. He’d found it funny but also enlightening to learn about how others with abilities like his saw the world. ”My powers over reality are sometimes referred to as such, but I don’t see things the same way that he did - all possible realities overlayed atop this one. I have much greater control,” he says, his pride and self-assurance returning. ”I … How to describe it? … I flip through other realities until I find the one I need. Like flipping thru the pages of an e-zine. My focus on my immediate needs keeps me from being overwhelmed as he sometimes became.”
”But enough about me. Dhony, how do you take your caf?” he asks as he moves to get himself another cup. He really should remember how Dhony likes it, but someone’s presence has made him forget.
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Sword dancing? Now that sounds like something Chrissy would love to try. Would it work in zero-gee though? Or underwater?
And it's really good to see you as well. And nice to meet you too Dhony. She offers a hand before replying to Skorpalich.
Yeah. I know if was naughty of me to needle Venari like that but .... it was SO hilarious at times and ... well ... if he wanted to peek at me in other realities ... well ... she just shrugs As I said at the time it didn't bother me a bit being brought up as a nudist as well as doing what I do. I'm fairly sure I apologised afterwards
As for this ... erm .. see through armour. Chrissy dared me to do it. She did it on one of her missions and managed to freak out one of her team members. I .. can put on a leotard or a catsuit or something like that with it if you prefer. I was thinking of getting some graphite carbonskin as well.
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I will need to meet Chrissy someday, Skorpahlich muses as he stirs another packet of sweetener into his caf. I can only imagine the 'trouble' those two likely get into together.
"No, no need to change it," he assures Celly soothingly. "It might well prove useful," as a distraction he thinks appreciatively. "And many species won't notice or care anyway."
"Though you might try those shift-weave fiber clothes to give you more options."
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Seggas blanks out for a moment starting to think of all of the experiments she could start to run on the group that has assembled in the room, before she looks up at the door opening and another person stepping into the room. She gives the barest of hints of a wince as she realizes she has not taken down her needler trap and that someone just got pricked by it. Dangit! Complete waste of a needle! I should have loaded the elephant trunk in the second one... Now did I have something loaded into that or not?
She stands up, finishing her warm drink, and then slips over to the door, giving the new comer a devilish smile. "Oh, I wonder what that is? It's probably nothing. Certainly not a trap setup to dose someone as they came in. But let me know if you feel anything. I'll see if I can help. I'm a doctor after all. Seggas Yakan. You can call me Dr. Yakan." The teifling then slides over to the weapon and covertly tries to take the weapon down before a venture-captain comes into the room. She'd rather avoid a repeat of the penguin feather incident. She got an earful that time.
The tall woman then practically slithers over to the table, taking up her now empty cup and filling it with some hot water before pouring in a powder from her belt. The liquid goes a sanguine red, but smells faintly of cocoa. Taking a sip she turns to Celly, and her see through armor, and suggests, "You know, I'd love to try testing something on you if you don't mind. My tester genetics use a retrovirus that quickly spreads through the body and causes a change at the genetic level, but then slowly produces an antiviral that reverses the changes over an hour or so." She pulls out a data pad and pulls up a waiver form for the woman to sign, "I haven't had anyone die from it... yet. Mostly I've gotten and isolated what I think are pigments from a race of sapient singing horses that I want to see if I can reproduce their colorations and variations in a humanoid form."
She then turns to the rest of the table. "Actually, if you all wouldn't mind signing a waiver, I can make sure to support you in combat, in addition to minor, cosmetic, genetic trials."
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Shiftweave fibre clothes Celly ponders. I hadn't really considered those. She ponders a bit more than grins Oh I can think of some rather interesting pranks to play with those
As Seggas approaches with the waiver she frowns. Has this stuff been tested properly first? Like it's not going to have ... unfortunate side effects will it?
But please tell me more of these sapient singing horses
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Seggas gives a very short pause at the question before responding, "They're more than ready for testing in humanoids. I did some basic tests on living flesh not attached to a brain, I can guarantee that it is not toxic, lethal or detrimental to living beings. Additionally, my testing methods leave no permanent side-effects." She pulls out a small pamphlet with a series to various body modifications displayed in it and points to a section talking about this specifically. "I've taken great strides to ensure that the effects reverse irrevocably within an hour. Allows people to test out a designer body modification without having to commit to it. I don't test on non-sapient creatures unless I am getting paid to make a modification for them."
"As for the singing horses..." The tiefling gives a small shudder in remembrance. "They had this very annoyingly up beat and perky way of celebrating everything with a happy song and dance number. Couldn't understand a word they said. Came in hundreds of different colors with an odd unique mark to each one on their rumps. Some looked like smaller and cuddlier versions of horses and others unicorns. Apparently the horn provided magic powers? I couldn't tell, they didn't seem to have a magic casting gene or genes like some human ancestries."
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Fascinating Celly replies. Sounds like my sort of life forms. I'll have to see what I can find out from the mission reports.
She studies the pamphlet and the waiver intently. Hmm ... shifting skin patterns may actually be rather useful in my line of .... erm .... work. I shall take this under consideration. Very well. I shall sign your waiver.
As for the existence of a magical gene, I am not sure such a thing exists. Although if magic is confined to these ... unicorns ... it may be part of the genetic makeup of a unicorn. Maybe you should research the differences in the genomes of say, technomancers and non technomancers perhaps
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Seggas gives a small gleeful expression for a second, as she quickly digs out a series of vials labeled DSH Skin Coloration (Red), (Yellow), (Pink), and so on. She holds them out to Celly, "Any that you want to try first? Might I suggest the lavender? Again, they aren't permanent. You'd have to pay for that."
As she starts to load the vial into a hypospray, she muses, "Well, we don't know all of the reasons that some people can cast magic, but some researchers have found certain 'magical genes' that do seem to predispose people to having an easier time to access and comprehend magic." She pauses for a moment, thinking about how to continue and examining Celly for a good injection point. "Some times they are extremely easy to determine where they come from, I have a very slight magical ability myself and it very clearly comes from some abyssal lineage, my father's I assume. Other times it can be hard to determine. Some have theorized those genes are carry-overs of the 'sorcerers' of legend, but we can't truly tell. But one thing we have been able to prove is that magic is not exclusively genetic." As she finishes her dissertation, Seggas pulls sets out a notebook style data-pad and stylus next to the readied hypospray, gives Celly one last confirming look and then injects it into her, sitting back to watch.
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Celly opens up her armour to allow Seggas access to an arm.
Lavender will do. And I'm a mystic, presumably getting my power direct from Hylax. I'm not sure genetics has anything to do with that. Although it would be interesting to compare your genome with Chryssi's. She's my tiefling partner and a technomancer. Succubis we think.
She then had a thought. I wonder if my glow will change colour too?
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Seggas pulls out the DSH Skin Coloration (Lavender) vial and loads it into the hypospray. She then reaches over and presses it to Celly's arm with a 'psh' and sits back to see the results. "You should feel or see results in the next 3 to 5 minutes depending on your metabolic rate. Let me know if you feel anything odd or unusual. I would also be extremely interested to see if it affects your glow, but I understand that it's a limited time thing and you might need to save it for later."
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Celly nods. Yes. Presumably it works the same way as your Gloom, you have to concentrate to get it going at full effect. I've actually used it to ... well ... blur out certain areas of my body during my routine ... and .... oh ... it looks like something is happening ... yeah .. the skin around the injection site is turning lavender. Erm ... how far is it going to go? And how long did you say it was going to last?
You are called from your comfortable waiting room in the Starfinder Lodge on Salvations end and into a common work area.
A cheer erupts from a tightly packed group of gnolls and yetis huddled around a vidscreen airing a recording of a brutaris match. The abrupt noise settles into a persistent murmur of backseat coaching and boasting before being disrupted once more by the piercing sound of a voice over the loudspeaker: “Break’s over in ten! If you tell me what happened before I get to watch it, I’ll eject you into space.”
The amplified voice belongs to Venture-Captain Kunoris Vex, who flashes a playful smile as he switches off the loudspeaker microphone. He leaves the workers to their break and leads the way to his personal office, a compact but tidy room with walls covered in annotated paper maps of the false moon’s vault networks.
“Welcome! Nice to see a new batch of explorers. It’s been a while since the vaults opened up, and I was starting to worry Ehu might forget about us.” Vex traces a line on one of the maps, starting at a box labeled “lodge” before going through a short tunnel network to a circle of blue ink outside an unmarked vault. “This is where a ceiling hatch unlocked a couple days ago. We haven’t tried getting inside yet, and the signals coming from the outer computer interface were corrupted. Not encrypted like the rest of the signals we’ve intercepted from this place’s guiding intelligence, mind you. Corrupted. I had to restart my computer when I tried to run diagnostics because it kept opening duplicate windows.”
“We’re no closer to figuring out why this intelligence does what it does. This latest vault opening might be a fluke or by design. Either way, it’s a shot at some new intel. My assistant, Kashtee, can take you to the unlocked hatch. Your job is to explore the vault, take data on its residents, and try to ascertain its purpose. Every vault that our agents have entered so far has been some sort of simulated social experiment, whether historical, speculative, or just plain weird. I have no reason to think this one will be any different. Keep your wits about you, and play nice with whatever’s in there until you can get a read on things. Feel free to hit up the commissary before you leave if you need anything. Any questions for me?”
"341"
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Being unfamiliar with what has been found in the other vaults, Skorpahlich asks what might seem to some to be fairly simple, though hopefully actually useful, questions.
"What do you mean by a 'guiding intelligence'? Has it been established that there is still something guiding all this?" he asks with a wave of his long arm to encompass the whole moonlet.
He sips his caf and considers Kunoris' answer before following up. "What can you tell us of the other vaults? You say they've been simulated social experiments, but could you give us something more beyond 'historical, speculative and weird.'" His emphasis on the last word betrays his concern over how weird things could potentially get.
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Celly was actually working her datapad as Skorpahlich spoke. Usually her skin is a golden colour but her right arm has a large lavender splotch on it.
I've been reviewing the previous missions into the Moon she replied. The first vault contained dwarves from Lost Golarion who will still doing their 'Quest for Sky'. That mission was featured on one of Zo!'s shows a few years back. Then there was the one with the gnolls, the yetis and the unicorn. Seemed that there was an experiment there of which tribe would be dominant, and it was on it's ninth run through. Finally there was the one which contained a simulation of what could happen if the Veskarium conquered the Pact Worlds.
But yeah, there's hundreds of vaults, each presumably containing simulations and experiments so it's fairly likely there's some sort of intelligence involved.
"I mean exactly that - a guiding intelligence. It has been established beyond any doubt that something is doing whatever all this is"
"Exactly Celly. One had a bunch of dwarves reliving the Quest for Sky on Lost Golarion, albeit with more robots and space goblins than the histories describe. Another was filled with gnolls and yetis jockeying for control of a swamp biome; most of them work here now. One contained a fictional future of the Pact Worlds, but that simulation was attacked by another vault inhabitant that apparently went rogue. A more senior team dealt with those hostiles a couple months back, and Salvation’s End went quiet ever since. Until now, anyway.”
"LAst questions? If not Kashtee will get you to the vault"
"No thunder stolen - good to see you did your research"
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Skorpahlich listens more carefully to Celly's summary than to the VC's. The lavender aura of her arm is what makes her discussion more compelling, of course. Nothing more. Certainly....
As they prepare to leave, one other thing does occur to him. "Computers are not my specialty, but would it help for one of us to look at that corrupted code?" he asks, looking pointedly at Dr. Seggas as the only one of them likely to know much about it.
"I have others who are specialists to look at code, those I have here in droves trying to decipher the bigger picture and establish communications with the guiding intelligence, I have you to explore the vault"
With that, Vex’s assistant Kashtee (a female gnoll) loads you into a hovercraft and whisks you down a tunnel of interlocking metal pipes, wires, and screens.
She stops at a dead-end where a foot-wide screen flashes and repeatedly runs the same processing code. She reaches up to a ceiling cover fitted with a twist‑open handle and cranks it until it swings open, revealing a narrow vent with a metal ladder set into the side.
You climb the ladder until you reach a six-way intersection with two accessible portals: the one they climbed through and a maintenance corridor with its door stuck open. The open corridor ends in short stairway that leads up to a hatch emitting muffled music from the other
side.
There's a lot of lag and delay - then Kashtee responds "Pretty weak signal already"
A few moments later, a human wearing a short-sleeved collared shirt, pastel shorts, and white socks with sandals enters the room from the opposite entryway, sipping a mug of tea. They startle when they spot the
spot your group spilling their tea in surprise, but then enthusiastically greet you all “Well hey, strangers! I wasn’t expecting company in the basement today. I’m guessing you’re here to sell me something? Since you came in through the cellar door, am I right?” The human cracks a wide smile, then calls over their shoulder. “Hey, roomie! We got visitors in the basement, came up from the hallway past the hatch! They must be a new batch. Bring some more tea, would ya? I’m guessing they’re all thirs-tea!”
The human looks you all over "Are you a band or something?" they note the multiple vesk, and a tiefling with interest "I'm Roofer Joro, who are all of you?"
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Skorpahlich climbs up through the hatch into "the basement." He tilts his head as he considers the being's nonplussed attitude.
"No, tea, thank you. Caf if you have it, though. Yes, I suppose we are new here. Tell me Roofer Joro, what do you know of what lies beyond this hatch?" he asks waving his long-fingered hand back to the way they came in from.
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Throughout the briefing Seggas's eyes don't leave the growing lavernder spot on Celly's arm. She has her note book open to a page wehre she takes extensive notes about what is happening to the assimar woman, and then on the next page of the two page spread she takes a few sparse notes about the briefing. "Spreading at a rate of 3 mm per second.... Slower progress than I expected.... New hatch opened. Guiding intellignece.... Little lighter in coloration than the initial gene donor.... Something messed with data pad.... Oh, is the center turning darker? Is there a second layer to their pigmentation? ....Fourth mission here." She walks up to Celly producing a feather and tickles the spot of lavender. "Is this ticklish? Are you nromlly ticklish?" She then gives the Venture Captain a brief salute in farewell and heads off with the rest of the group.
She only stops obsessively observing the spot when the new person calls out to the group. She gives a small flick of her forked tongue as she takes him in for a moment and then sets up a small camera pointed at Celly's spot. She steps forward, almost slithering in her motions, "Dr. Seggas Yakan, DMD, DVM. I'm not aware of being part of a band. And what do you mean by batch? Also would you mind if I took a sample of your DNA?"
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During the briefing, Celly's skin twitched as Seggas applied the feather. From the look the aasimar gave the tiefling, the answer to the question was yes - and please don't do that in public, it's embarrassing.
Since Celly was wearing the two piece swimsuit under the clearweave, Seggas was able to observe the splotch as they travelled to the Vault and entered.
"A new batch of residents of course. You even like tea - so I'd say you are a new resident with certain-tea!" they give a double thumbs up.
"What's beyond the hatch? the next batch! But you'd know that as you just came from there. We can get you Caf instead, kind of odd choice but hey we can't all be the same"
"My DNA? Why did you want that? Strange way to meet new people, is that your hobby? Personally, I like board games and puzzles, and of course whizdisk! Best game in the vault!"
"Well I suppose you need a hobby then, because you can't just be all about calling and work all day, that would void your warran-TEA on sani-TEA!" they make more air pistols with their fingers to shoot home the punchline.
"Look you are all going to love it here in your new home. Safe, clean, all your needs are pretty much taken care of - indeed the food is always super tasty and totally nutritional, we can cook up some amazing recipes"
"Whizdisk — it's a local sport that entails formations of players passing an aerodynamic disk across a stadium field while opposing players slow their advance by pulling off flags attached to their uniforms, signifying a “knock out.” Joro then fills you in on the idiosyncrasies of the deceptively complex sport as well as the latest drama surrounding a twisted ankle taking out the star player on their favorite team, the “Thumbs-Up.”
"It's a great game, but I also love our community choir “Jig is Up”, the music you can hear is us singing!"
"Pret-TEA please?" Roofer Joro laughs "Well, tea of course, and some gosh darn top baking, Baker Joro makes the best Tasty Twisties!"