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"Sure, I'll do it," Grimalki says with a grin. "Always good to make new business connections."

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The yetis first insist the you participate in a ceremonial ditch-jumping. They lead you to the nearest muddy ditch and, with a great deal of hooting and hollering, egg you on to jump over it. The ditch is 10 feet across, but the slippery ground means it requires an Athletics check to jump across.

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Oud peeks down at the muddy ditch, and is softened by his own chuckles on how a simple task brings so much happiness to these yetis.
He almost slips on the slippery ground before seeing GRIM*! jump across the ditch. He hollers at GRIM*! Woah! Just like one of your finishing moves! Such a pro. He claps.
He waves at Anock, Grimalki, the yetis, and Xylavol. He flexes performatively, and makes a show of the whole thing. He’s nervous. Faking the confidence. Sure, he can fly, but playing along seems more appropriate right now. The yetis seem so nice!
He projects his voice. Trying to rally even his teammates with their interests with his pumped-up enthusiasm. “No germs will get past me! No mud too dirty! You’re all going to be so impressed… uh… it makes the Veskarium look silly! So, watch this! I. AM. OUD! RAHH!”
He makes a running jump. Hoping to not slip, before leaping as he…
Athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

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From her vantage point, watching, Anock preens as Oud prioritizes keeping germs at bay. Yes. Excellent. Proper priorities. Very good.
I'm assuming Anock is allowed to avoid participating, but if that's not the case let me know.

Spacefarer Redelia |

Grimalki-bot athletics: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13
All three of you who are participating leap successfully across the ditch. The yeti are very impressed with Oud and GRIM.
(Inix attitude +1)
(Anock, you can indeed choose not to participate, and it is unlikely to have a big impact on the team's success. Please do continue to post, just to still be here.)
For the second test, the yetis send you “smokehole hunting.” Please post one perception, physical science, or survival check for each participating character.

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"Ok, I'll do that."
GRIM*! looks confused whispering to himself out loud as he hunts for smokeholes.
"Not sure how you do this... Even if I find a smokehole and hunt it, do I bring the smoke back or the hole or both? How do you carry a smokehole? This is a hard test!"
Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15

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Overhearing what the next challenge is, Anock can't help but peek around to spy one herself. Maybe she can help one of her teammates spot one.
Perception to Aid the next teammate to post, if allowed: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
If she spots anything, she suddenly develops a tic in her shoulder, twitching and jerking in its direction as she coughs and clears her throat to get their attention.

Spacefarer Redelia |

All three of you who try find a smokehole, and Oud and Grimalki find an especially large fire that covers the yetis in a narcotic smoke, which particularly improves their disposition towards you.
(Inix attitude +1)
The yetis then encourage you to dig out the smokehole so that the smoke can inhale easily. They are particularly wound up at seeing you all messy from the digging.
The final test of the initiation is that each of you must take a deep breath of the smoke.
(if anyone wishes, you may try a medicine or life science check on the smoke to figure out what the consequences might be. Anock, you are welcome to make this check if desired)
Anyone who inhales smoke, please give me a fortitude save.

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Sorry, all, was getting back to school.
Medicine: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Grimalki nods approvingly at the smoke pile. "I like these guys. They know how to party."
Without much concern as to the potential effects, Grimalki takes a deep breath in, lifting her head up to cleanly blow the smoke out of her nose.
I'm going to use my 15 paradox for this (saving the 18 in case something more serious comes up) which gives me a total of 15, unless this is against radiation, though I doubt it.
New Paradox: 1d20 ⇒ 10

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Anock hustles over from where she had been watching. "Wait! Do you even *know* the properties of the particles you're inhaling?! Do you have any *idea* what they could do to you?! For crying out loud!" She does the shirren equivalent of rolling her eyes before cautiously examining the smoke and its origin hole.
Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Whoo! Two of us got nat 20s on this.

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"No, I have no idea what it does, It's just part of the test. If you ask nicely they might tell you, but that might be cheating on the test, so I'm not going to ask. I don't want to hear if you ask either, because they might think I'm cheering too."
GRIM*! puts all four hands over his ears.

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Anock hustles over from where she had been watching. "Wait! Do you even *know* the properties of the particles you're inhaling?! Do you have any *idea* what they could do to you?! For crying out loud!"
"Whatever it is, I'm sure I can sell it once we're out of here."