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**FLUSH**
The sound of the toilet in the lobby can be heard, as the door opens, and Baila exits.

"I haven't made it home yet! Darn the food they serve here!"
She comes out, looking slightly green at the gills.

"How did things go? Better than for me, I hope!"

Thanks.
Sorry about this.
Be safe guys and gals.

Sorry for going AWOL. Accident. I must sadly leave you before I even start. All my best. And be safe all...

Baila nods to Celly:
"I used to be a pirate? I guess. Or used to be owned by pirates.
When I was a teen, the Drow leisure yacht I was on was successfully attacked by pirates, the ones that call themselves Free Captains, though they do not offer freedom to those under them, I guess. Free Captains, not Free Crew."
Baila shrugs:
"So, well, instead of being sold somewhere, I was offered the chance to pay off my own life-debt by working for them..."

Baila is fine not editing it, and just going w. Dakoyo.
Nice perception, @1d20+91!

Baila smiles at Makai: "I was on a pirate ship. It could have been named Dodgy Place!"

Baila pats Skorpahlich's knee: "Well, you are free now. And making your own choices... that's nice!"

Looking back at Celly: "My story? That is here, with you all!"

France, so same time zone as Makai.
Amazing, two people in the same time zone!

Pangea-- that was my first Paizo Organized play character.
Pathfinder 1.

Baila looks at the Skull and Crossbones--
"Hello, Hitoru."

Baila welcomes the new arrival: "Hello, Makai! So long as you have a bug in code and not up your..."

She smiles as she pictures swimming in warm azure Castrovelian waters--

--but, instead of a dive into warm waves, she sits before Sporka.. Skorpahlich, and takes a dive into darker things.

After hearing the story, Baila moves over to Skorpahlich, and gives him a big warm hug-- well, she hugs his knee!
"Hey, at least you are a rare freak!"
She looks up at him--
"I was saved by Stewards too!"

Baila looks a little concerned: "Hey, you have to get food in you. I mean, I know that's a Halfling thing, but it is true for all, even you Magical People from Other Planes. There's a whole lot of food here..."
Baila moves over to the tables, and makes a plate of food for Celly, brining it over to the lady.

Baila glances back at Celly-- then frowns.
She thinks that I'll be damned, I could've sworn she flickered out for just a second there. Thought she was going to disappear.
Come to think of it, she does look a little pale...

"Maybe try some coffee, Miss Celly, you do look like you could use it."

"So, Shokil, who were those lads you were partying with? Other Starfinders?"

couldn't find the same profile pic but it'll do. So this version is ready to go.

Check the boxes:

Baila is very interested in Miss Celly is talking about-- especially the Elven dancing.
But she does frown and shuffle her feet somewhat when Drow, modern or classical dances are mentioned.

Baila wonders if it is the cake that is called Doshko?

Smiling at Skorpahlich, Baila points to her Halfling ears: "These have seen a lot... well, heard?"

Ooooohhhh...
(((

Baila looks up at Skorpahlich, who is way more than twice her size.
But then realizes he is probably not some Eoxian--
"So, you survived, sir? As in... you did not die?
Whatever the answer, glad to meet you Mr. Skorpahlich."

Baila bows to the radiant woman who joined her at the window, noticing her fluid moves.
"Hello, Ms. Celestia. You are as radiant as those stars up there!"

Then Baila sees the disheveled Halfling arrive.
"And hello to you sir, but I must say that I am no one's twist!"
Baila frowns:
"Oh? Which reports did you write? I am new to the Society so have only read the newcomers' information packages, and some field reports."
She bows to Shokil--

--before turning back to Celly, looking impressed at the mention of underwater dancing.
"I am getting back to dancing, creating my own contemporary choreographies. I used to do a lot of classical Drow stuff..."

Baila turns her attention back to Shokil.
She mutters, to herself: "Sgt. Smith Swallows a Bullet"... as she sees her fellow Halfling eating away.
She shakes his hand:
"And I'm Baila. A survivor of all things ugly."

Baila takes the stairs, skipping up the steps, all the way to the higher floor.
She waits a bit, to get her breath back and not appear tired when she knocks and then enters the richly appointed room.

Looking around--
"Hello, hello, it's Baila. I've been summoned."
--she seems quite used to this type of luxurious decoration.

But she does seem very happy to look out the window at the great views.
She remains gazing at the stars--
--a dainty and diminutive Halfling at 2 1/2 feet for 25 pounds, she looks young, like a human pre-teen… but with a lot of makeup.
She is dressed in the latest purple Apostae Drow noble-house fashion.
Her clothes fit her well, and are cut for dancing— with weights to make the hem twirl, a hard nose in the sandal to do points…

Greetings all!

And thanks for running this.

Be safe and roll high guys!
I have some issues and am pretty sure I'll have problems keeping up posting, so asked if okay to step out.

Odo wonders what he'll do to survive a couple more weeks on a hungry stomach.
Any way of getting an advance on mission salary?