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Thanks for running, GM. It was indeed fun.

As for the bumper carts - it was interesting, though I feel it would be more engaging without the restrictions of the barriers, or at least if the pathways were wider. Say 3 or 4 squares wide, at least.

"Is that an actual mouse in the grass?" Blake looks at the newly present Tux, not sure what to think about the ysoki. "Are you bringing our prize?"

It takes a while for Blake to come to his senses, and it takes an even longer while for the monkey orchestra to stop thrashing in his head.

Blake rushes to the last ride operator in sight. "We shot down balloons. Where are our prizes, charlatan?" He attempts to slap the man across the face. "Or do you want me to take these bugs in the grass as trophies?" Blake points to the blood spray under the man's feet.

Fist, Nonlethal, B: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

◆ Stride, ◆ Stride, ◆ Strike (blue)

Edited. Made a mistake with not having enough movement with 1 stride.

"Prizes! Everyone, come get the prizes!", Blake attacks another float. Black

Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 1 = 11
Dam: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

◆ Step, ◆◆ Get 'Em!

Blake loses the bug in the grass. Instead, he looks up at the balloons. "Ooh! Baloon goes POP!", the man chuckles, and fires his crossbolter. "Are there prizes?"

◆ Recharge Weapon, ◆◆ Get 'Em!

Crossbolter: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 1 = 23 vs Red float
Piercing, Analog: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Get 'Em! (1A - 2A)

(Directive, Envoy)

You single out an enemy for you and your allies to focus your attacks on. Select an enemy within 60 feet that you can see. You and your allies gain a +1 status bonus to attacks against that target until the beginning of your next turn.

Lead by Example If you used two actions, Strike the target. You gain a status bonus to the damage roll equal to your Charisma modifier. Regardless of whether the Strike hits, you and your allies gain a +1 status bonus to damage on subsequent Strikes made against the enemy until the start of your next turn. Increase the damage by 1 at 5th, 10th, 15th, and 20th levels.

@Leopold - quick confirmation. Vitality network does not drain your HP? They are HP from the ether?

Blake started this one with 165 creds. Didn't purchase anything.

Blake seems confused by the smiling, laser beam-firing, somewhat pig-like faces approaching them. Those are definitely not fraliwogs. But he notices a lovely iridescent bug on the floor and decides to investigate it. "Look, erryone! A clawtur feecpush! Come look!", he slurrs his words, clearly not mentally present in the situation... "Or is it a clawface turpush?"

◆ Step, ◆◆ Go to Ground!

(Directive, Envoy)

You succinctly direct your allies to find cover by any means necessary. You and all allies within 60 feet count any form of lesser cover as standard cover until the start of your next turn.

Lead by Example If you used two actions, Take Cover. Any allies within 60 feet can Take Cover as a reaction.

Suddenly, Blake gasps, and his gaze follows closely after CTU's feet. "Oh crepp.", he mutters, and lunges into the crowd, following CTU's path, seemingly in pursuit and attempting to grab some sort of small creature. "Waitup, C-2! There's a fraliwog after you! Drop some cheese onneground!"

Athletics: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18

I have made a decision. Blake will be mentally impaired for the foreseeable future.

Not really realising it is happening, Blake allows Thommo to lead him away from the temporarily adversarial lamp. He keeps looking back at the thing, slurring something like "Iseeyaheargainanwetussl" under his breath. Then he turns to the hands on his shoulders, confused. He raises his own hands and looks back and forth between the two pairs. "Four eends? Wheredatcomfrom?"

Is this still happening while Blake is... well, in an altered state? Give me some penalties? ^_^

Blake observes the lamp posts for a while, squinting his dilated eyes. He comes closer to the lamp with an accusatory glance and gestures at the thing with his index finger. "You... It was you, wasn't it?", he has a brief, one-sided "conversation" with the lamp, accusing it of shifty business, with phrases like "child endangerment" and "mood killer" being thrown around.

After a brief conversation with the man, Blake looks at the drink he just received. "Deathdrops, you say? You should go home and think about your life and branding."

He downs the thing out of curiosity.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Blake considers the situation. Being a smuggler by trade, he'd seen stuff like this once or twice. He decides to ask around, looking for some shifty types.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Piracy Lore: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

But his inquiries produce no useful results.

Blake looks at the cluster of agents, all of them too close to comfort near an exploding plasma penguin. He waits for a shot. "Get away from it!", he yells at the team.

Delay. I don't want to shoot at it and explode someone.

Some of Blake's wounds heal spontaneously, and the man seems momentarily confused by the development. He shrugs and fires another shot at the penguin that slammed into his cart (yellow). "Almost there!"

Crossbolter: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 1 = 15
Damage, P, Analog: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

◆ Recharge Weapon, ◆◆ Get 'Em!

You single out an enemy for you and your allies to focus your attacks on. Select an enemy within 60 feet that you can see. You and your allies gain a +1 status bonus to attacks against that target until the beginning of your next turn.

Lead by Example If you used two actions, Strike the target. You gain a status bonus to the damage roll equal to your Charisma modifier. Regardless of whether the Strike hits, you and your allies gain a +1 status bonus to damage on subsequent Strikes made against the enemy until the start of your next turn. Increase the damage by 1 at 5th, 10th, 15th, and 20th levels.

Blake quickly turns around, firing another shot at the penguin south of him (green). "Keep at it, people! Can't have aggressive, maybe conscious, plasma attacking the visitors.

Get 'Em!: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 1 = 17
Damage, Piercing, Analog: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

◆ Recharge Weapon, ◆◆ Get 'Em!

You single out an enemy for you and your allies to focus your attacks on. Select an enemy within 60 feet that you can see. You and your allies gain a +1 status bonus to attacks against that target until the beginning of your next turn.

Lead by Example If you used two actions, Strike the target. You gain a status bonus to the damage roll equal to your Charisma modifier. Regardless of whether the Strike hits, you and your allies gain a +1 status bonus to damage on subsequent Strikes made against the enemy until the start of your next turn. Increase the damage by 1 at 5th, 10th, 15th, and 20th levels.

Still seated in the vehicle, Blake pulls out his crossbolter (assuming that impossible), the air shimmers around the rail, and Blake fires at the nearest penguin (black).

Crossbolter: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 1 = 11
Damage Piercing: 1d10 ⇒ 9

◆ Manipulate, ◆ Recharge Weapon, ◆ Get' Em! (black)

You single out an enemy for you and your allies to focus your attacks on. Select an enemy within 60 feet that you can see. You and your allies gain a +1 status bonus to attacks against that target until the beginning of your next turn.

Blake starts up the buggy and charges towards the penguin between himself and Étoile (green). He grins with concentration and a hint of excitement. "A present for one Étoile Marcheuse! Catch!" He slams into the plasma body between the two carts.

Slide, Piloting vs 13: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

His grin disappears as his cart is stopped by the plasma with a quiet whisper of a thud. "Damn. What's with this thing?" he kicks it into gear again.

What a start!

◆ Kick it!, ◆ Slide, ◆ Kick it!

Placement is fine, thank you.

"Got it." Blake wiggles in his seat, readjusting the security strap.

Best wishes in the new year, everyone.

All right, let's do that.

Blake starts his vehicle, and hurls towards CTU. "I swear I am not prejudiced against you, but you are in the way.", he shouts at CTU, smashing his sled against the android's.

Piloting: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

CTU is shoved (35 ft remaining), slamming into Leopold. I moved CTU towards Leopold and moved Leopold 15 ft further.

◆ Kick it!, ◆ Slide, ◆ Kick it!

I am between two other carts, both blocking my exiting towards another junction. Can we go around? How large are these carts and the track width? Can two fit?

Happy Holidays, everybody.

I moved CTU's token after rolling. I basically did a pool shot, me being the pool stick, CTU being the white ball, and Doctor being whatever numbered ball would be on the table. I was 20 ft away from Doctor, CTU was halfway between us.

Wonder what happens here.

Blake starts his sled and rushes in the direction of CTU. "Wroom, wroom, metal-boy!" He slams the sled with glee on his face, sending the android flying towards Leopold.

Piloting: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

◆ Kick it!, ◆ Slide, ◆ Kick it!

So what happens now? I bump into CTU, CTU moves max of 15 ft towards Leopold, hitting Leopold with 5 ft of movement left.

"Complaining or bragging?" Blake chuckles.

Blake looks at the track and the vehicles, nodding. "All right. This is supposed to be safe for the younglings, right? What could happen?"

He steps into one of the carts, and gets as familiar with the controls as he can within the limited time before moving onto the track.

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https://paizo.com/campaigns/v5748p75jcff1/gameplay&page=2#70

Should we just mess around, or is this some sort of race track? I suppose I want to know whether these should be bumper carts (mechanics indicate as much) or go karts.

Oh. Same roll? Round 2, I guess.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Blake wakes up, does his morning routine, and heads over to meet Daskar and the other Pathfinders. When asked to help in making the festival happen, he chuckles softly. "I see. Invite people to an event, have them build the event, then participate. Makes sense."

He heads out to help coordinate the work performed.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

There are representatives from a lot of places here. Different walks of life, different cultures, but most importantly, different languages. Blake did not account for this when volunteering to help with the organizing. Many of the attendees do not share a language with him, and it seems nonverbal communication is complicated with species with whom one does not share anatomy or cultural background.

In the afternoon, he returns frustrated and even more jaded than usual.

I will be travelling 25-29, but I will be available via phone.

Regarding the gameplay, no questions on my end.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Well, sometimes it's not meant to be.

Blake chuckles at the raw egg mix. "Well, I had this dish a few times, but it's pretty rare to come by. It's called 'woavinojo'? Something like that. It's a snack made of Castrovelian mountain eels. Specifically, from fertile females. You slice them open, pull out the... well, roe. Salt, mix with some spices to taste, fry it in the eel oil. They burst like corn kernels, but are juicy. Bit salty and sour, but an interesting taste. Pretty hard to come by. Those mountain eels are dangerous, protect the fertile females like hell. Plus, the dead ones fall apart in a matter of hours."

He looks at Big Red. "Lot of protein, too. You might like it. That is, if you want to eat 800 eggs instead of just 8."

Blake joins in on the chatter. "The name's Blake. I do cargo runs in the Pact Worlds, and a bit beyond. All around that place, really. Nice to meet you - again. You don't remember us? We met a few weeks back when you had issues with your ship. On that topic, you wouldn't know anything about Tux Manifold, a male Ysoki? He disappeared after our meeting."

GM, when I say "throw a garland over the shoulder", I mean drape the thing on the shoulder, not disrespectfully tossing it away.

Just wanted to clarify that.

Blake takes the garland and throws the thing over his shoulder. He returns an appreciative nod and follows up. "Bright day to you. We represent the Starfinder Society, yes. We have an invitation from Ambassador Kopalak. Is he available?"

They're linked here.

All right. I don't want to hold up the thread, but immediately after the meeting, Blake will physically go to the spa to try to change the reservation to a different name. He will offer proof of his own identity to the receptionist, with the explanation that he has different arrangements for the date and time of the reservation and can't make it. He will try to change the name and credit the reservation to one Val Kilmer, if possible.

Diplomacy/Deception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Blake looks at the trash bags and shrugs. "Eh, sure." He walks over, picks up a few and heads out.

Before answering the question about the spa, was that ticket issued to our names, or would that have been transferable?

Blake seems pensive, then joins in on the discussion. "So, what exactly is the objective here? Besides trying to convince Tux to return and simply be representative throughout the festivities?"

He pauses for a brief moment. "Or are we also to find out something about this rekindling phenomenon?"

"Oh." Blake checks his notes real quick. "Yes, if the ysoki did hide on the Pegasus before our launch. If he is not either here, on VAM-723, or on the Pegasus 2, you might want to get in touch with Captain Daskar Kopalake of... Hold on. I have it here somewhere for sure. If not, it's in the Pegasus logs.

I don't think the ship's name was mentioned, but I would share if we know it. We scanned it, so I assume some IFF data was shared.

"So yeah, we did meet another ship on the way. Tux might have decided to join their crew to help them. They had some technical issues they needed help with."

Blake waits for others to finish, then adds his own notes. He reads from the communicator. "I will give you the short version, if that's okay. We landed on VAM-723, encountered at least two forms of the local fauna. A large feline-like predator that hides in mist or some sort of vapour they produce. The other was the already mentioned..." he gestures to Étoile, "lu-venom, the latter being a sapient species. We have established friendly communication, and they have agreed to cooperate. We did not arrange anything specific yet."

Agreed. Thanks for running!

Blake takes the band from Étoile, and puts it on while Leopold explains what they discussed with the creatures. Blake eases up, straps his weapon, and throws it over his shoulder. "All right."

He chuckles at the question, thinking back on how microbial life forms cause immense pain and damage despite their size. "Size is not an indication of hazard. But thank you. I like it too."

"Let me show you something." he follows up on the conversation they had with Leopold and starts tapping his communicator. It takes a few seconds, but he kneels down to show the snow-raccoons something on the display.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14 Hero point
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

"The universe is dangerous, yes. There are species and groups and species that are conquering and enslaving, and some are even determined to eradicate all but their own kind." He shows images of the Silent War and the carnage throughout the period. "The species that made him," he points to CTU, "warred with mine for a very long time. It only stopped when their species," and now he points to Étoile, "attacked both factions of the war at the same time. Dozens of worlds larger than yours. We banded together and pushed them back. Somewhat. Now, Étoile's species is part of our alliance." He continues showing the images, then switches to images showing the unification of the Pact Worlds and Veskarium.

"Trade, cooperation, exchange of culture and knowledge. This is what we offer. I will not force you into a decision, but know this." He stands up. "We saw you. Eventually, someone else will. We only came to explore and map your home. Others may not be so sympathetic. I suggest you don't walk this path alone. Let us establish communications, at least. So if you need help, you are able to call on someone. Just in case."

I'm watching the thread. Just waiting for someone to translate for Blake. Afaik, Blake doesn't know what they're saying, hence the weapon at the ready.

Blake walks up, but keeps his crossbow at the ready. "What's happening here? Can someone elaborate? Why are the snow-raccoons talking now and what are they saying?"

I need some clarification. Do they speak, or do we need the bands to communicate?

Blake observes the unfolding scene, and gently elbows CTU. "Why are they just looking at each other?" he whispers.

Blake's raises his eyebrows when he sees people's feet lift off the ground slightly. "Well... crap.", he mutters under his breath, but realises he has no means of countering the situation.

"Someone deal with the environment, we will take care of the... whatever that is.", he shouts at the crew, then jumps over to CTU and touches the android's weapon, then his. A bolt appears in the rail, and CTU's weapon indicates one more round available. "Here ya go, buddy."

◆ Stride, ◆ Recharge Weapon (Self), ◆ Recharge Weapon (CTU)