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Seggas glances at the delegate and mentally goes back over what she'd learned about substances that can cause a contact sensitization and mentally sighs. She curses her luck and the world for ruining one of her dreams like this. After a moment she stands up.
"If the delegate really did develop an allergy here, and to something she hasn't encountered here, then we need to make sure she doesn't get exposed to it any further until we know exactly what caused it in the first place. Sturm, stop threatening the chef, he probably could skin you alive and make it look like a walk in the park." She then turns to the lashunta chef and gives a bow. "Please forgive us for the terrible words." She looks at the delegate and starts to usher her to the door. "We need to get you to a hospital and an allergist before you go into anaphylactic shock."
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Once the chef starts waving a meat cleaver around, Amy ducks under the table for cover. She then takes the opportunity to scuttle under the table and towards the cashier.
Um .... I'd like to authorise payment for our meals please ... and ... is it possible to get them doggy bagged? We ..... ran into a bit of a problem.
She looks back towards their table. Assuming the chef hasn't calmed down, she continues. And ... you might want to get the duty manager down here before things take a turn for the worse
The cashier can obviously see Amy is gripping the counter and trying hard not to flee.
I hope this doesn't happen very often she thinks to herself.
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El'zar gets up and take a portion of the anything remaining on the delegates plate, "Completely unprofessional. Ghornak Ryzcech will be in here filming an episode inside of a month if this is how your staff behaves."
El'zar joins Amy for moral support, standing behind her with both sets of arms crossed.
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Sturmvanger deflates in the face of the irate chef, his neck sinking down, his wings folding in and his frills lowering.
He doesn't flee, obviously, but he does wiggle awkwardly away from the table then walk rather quickly toward the door.
"Uh...I'm just going to wait outside," he says to Amy and the rest as he hurries past the cashier stand.
"To check for any threats!" he says when he's already outside.
With the dragonkin's retreat and the assurance of payment, the chef calms down a bit--a process facilitated by the arrival of the duty manager. The party is able to get out of the restaurant with nothing more than a bit of embarrassment (and a few packages of food for everyone other than the delegate; Amy's request was honored.)
Shrani seems pleased with the outcome, likely because of the party's obvious concern for her health and because the situation was resolved peacefully (for some values of the term...). She gives Darkrunner a small smile. "Oh, indeed! This has been an amazing experience, and I think I know just how I'd like to finish up the day." She says no more during the clinic visit, but continues to smile.
Seggas, she seems to have made a full recovery from her initial allergic reaction. That might not have been the case if not for Darkrunner noticing the onset of symptoms (an occurrence that convinces the drow that androids lack a truly trained and refined palate, as the operative would otherwise have been too distracted by the gustatory experience).
Once everyone is back together, she claps her hands and says, "I'm doing better with crowds, I think, and I'd like to test that out. Some live music and a few drinks would be just the thing. Where would be a good place to go for that?"
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Amy makes sure the delegate's doggy bag is marked in order so the cause of the allegen can be found.
Today is a day of firsts for her.
1) She's wearing a formal outfit.
2) Her first visit to a fancy restaurant
3) Being thrown out of said fancy restaurant.
4) Going to a night club.
She had heard of these things called 'mosh pits' and they sounded rather scary. Still the Nebula's Core didn't have one.
So she followed behind the rest of the group feeling a little apprehensive.
The way to the Nebula's Core takes the party past another couple of venues, both of which have lines out the door. Guardian Shrani's barely suppressed shudder at the sight would indicate that despite her words she still would prefer not to be elbow-to-elbow with too many people. Unlike the other two, the Nebula's Core has no line to get in. A dingy staircase leads down to an open doorway. Beyond, the club is hardly illuminated at all, the other patrons appearing only as shadows. On the small stage in the corner, a kasatha melodeum player accompanies herself on a double-skinned drum, wailing a heartfelt lament for better days.
The delegate has no problem with the light level, and finds a place to sit down near the stage. The first round of drinks goes down smoothly. Seggas is keeping an eye on Shrani and sees no sign of allergic reactions. In fact, she seems to be enjoying herself quite a bit. After the second round and a few more songs, Amy escorts her to the lavatory, and the pair pick up a third round at the bar.
On the way back, though, Shrani missteps and manages to spill her drink (a sticky-sweet concoction that smells of licorice and rosemary) onto one of the other patrons. That individual takes immediate offense, leaping to their feet with a roar. "What is this?" They sniff at the liquid and grimace. "Awful stuff! Do you know how much it will cost me to clean up?"
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Amy is rather relieved there is no line to get in. She recalls the line she had to stand in while getting Ziggy's copy of Star Sugar Heartlove, when her legs nearly gave out from under her. And Fitch dared call Ziggy a cripple. That was completely unfair.
Again Amy is staying away from the alcohol. When the delegate spills her drink, she winces at the man's reaction.
Ah ... excuse me sir she says shyly. Maybe a bit of magic can clean that up
She casts Token Spell in the hope it does the trick.
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Sturmvanger agrees with Shrani about crowds, though probably for a different reason. The more people around, the more possibility for trouble.
He's also pleased to find that the club is not too crowded. He is largely silent for the first two rounds and, is actually silent afterwards.
He rises when trouble with another patron but he does not, engage, yet, perhaps remembering his success at the last venue.
The thug nods, mollified but still a bit truculent. "If you clean me up and cover my tab, we'll call it even."
"I bought a few rounds for my mates before they moved on, so--" They turn to look over their shoulder at the bartender. "How mu--"
The bartender interrupts. "Two hundred credits!"
The thug turns back. "Yeah, that. Pay, or I have words with Miss Clumsy here."
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Amy swallows nervously and looks around at the others, looking for advice. Two hundred credits might be a bit hard to hide from the Starfinder accountants and Chiskisk.
She steps towards the bar, backwards while deciding on the only course of action that she can think of to resolve this situation without conflict with the guy or Starfinder Accounting.
So she pulls out a credstick and pays the two hundred credits out of her own account. At least she could afford it ... and she's not a big spender anyway.
She also tries to be discrete so the others don't catch on to what she is doing.
The thug nods to Amy. "Square. Word of advice--don't cast spells on people without asking unless you're spoiling for a fight."
The rest of the outing passes without incident. When the venue gets a little too crowded, Guardian Shrani signals that she'd like to get back to the Lorespire Complex. On the return trip, she is silent, only responding to direct questions and not participating in conversation. When you reach the Complex, she addresses the party. "Please contact Chiskisk. I should like to meet with them and you as soon as possible."
The shirren answers the call before it's had time to finish the first ring. "How did it go? I heard about the allergic reaction--is she all right? Wait, tell me when you get up here. Same conference room."
Once you're all together, the delegate regards Chiskisk with an icy formality. She holds the pose for a few seconds while the shirren stews, then breaks into a smile. "I had you going, didn't I? My deepest thanks to the Starfinder Society for a wonderful time. Bring up the agreement, and I'll sign it immediately." She turns to the party. "Your restraint and skill are impressive. Thank you for showing a stranger around your marvelous Absalom Station, and for making me feel at home. Though I am feeling a bit peckish after missing the amazing dinner...where did that squox end up?" From the impish gleam in her eye and the slight smile you figure she's joking...probably.
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Amy nods, not wanting to be in that person's presence any longer than necessary. She is actually quivering when she returns to her seat and gulps down the next drink without tasting it.
The trip back to the Lorespire Complex, she's lagging slightly behind the others, still looking a bit nervous.
Once the delegate says she is going to sign, she lets out a HUGE sigh of relief.
Uh .... we're currently crosschecking your dinner against your medical scans she says to the delegate. Hopefully once they have finished, you may still be able to enjoy it - assuming it does not take too long. They are also in the process of reverse engineering the recipe so you may be able to replicate it on your home world
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"Our mission was accomplished successfully. As you can see the delegate is unharmed," Sturmvanger answers Chiskisk's question.
He nods to Shrani. "We were pleased to be your chaperone on this trip. We are sure that you have made the correct choice in allying with the Starfinders. It is our mission to help others and, as you can see, we are quite skilled at it."