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I keep thinking I'll find time to get back to posting regularly and failing miserably. I know I don't have the time to post anymore, but I've loved this game and loved playing with all of you, so I've tried to keep it up anyway. But, it's time to say goodbye. Del needs to retire from the game, as I just don't have the time to spare right now.

Thanks for a great game, as always. It's been fun. I look forward to peeking in when I have the time to see what Del's friends are up to.

Happy gaming, and give 'em hell!

Until next time.

Life Science: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Del watches Melissa patching up the electrovores. After a moment, she remarks, "Anyone know a good place to relocate these little guys?"

As the others continue to look around the starship, she shrugs. "There's more pressing matters, I suppose."

Del looks around for anything of value or interest while her more technically minded pals see what needs fixing.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 20

I believe Del is back (welcome back!) but she may not be aware she's got a round 3 attack available. So I'll not Del for another force blast! Sorry for being so unimaginative but I'm not too familiar with witchwarpers. At least the aoe does double damage on the troop/swarm!

Del casts another force blast down the staircase (for turn 3), engulfing the swarm!

[dice=damage]2d6
Reflex DC17 for half damage

Ack! I thought it'd already been botted! Thanks.

First week of the summer was unexpectedly busy around here. Should be settled now. Back online.

"Clawings? Whoa, now. We're not injuring my sister!" Del crosses her arms. "However, hacking into her computer to help out Dizzy's Uncle D does sound like the right thing to do. We can't just let him die!" She gives Dizzy a nod, then goes back to eating her delicious noodles. She tries to focus on infiltration plans and tech babble but it all goes riiiiiiight over her head.

Later, she nods. "Yeah, I'd also like to check out the starship first. Might need some work."

Del stands stunned and stammering in the corner, still bemoaning being poisoned (yet again) and happy that this time she wasn't out of commission for days. Worried about another upcoming fight that could be avoided, she plasters on her best smile.

"I'm sure we can talk this out over a nice bite to eat. Nothing like sharing a meal to mend fences. Besides, it's the galaxy that's out to get us, not each other."
Diplomacy to aid: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21

Del looks at Akh's culinary choices with wide eyes and stammers for a bit. "Wow, that sure is... Doesn't look very... I mean... It looks like you'll enjoy it..."

Del cranes her neck, trying to sneak a peek into the kitchen. "Are you in need of a hand? I'm a trained chef, you know. In fact, I ran a successful bakery for a time..."

Del's going to try to lend a hand in the kitchen or, barring that, with waiting tables or serving drinks.
Profession Chef: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26
Alternate Outcome Reroll: Profession Chef: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (19) + 20 = 39

"I really think we should see the Rust Bug. If it needs repairs, we need to find out what it needs as soon as possible..."

Examining then buckling and shifting track, Del pokes around and mutters to herself. "What if we... No, that won't work.... Oh! What about... No, that won't work either... We could... Hmmm..."

As she hums and haws and does absolutely nothing useful, the others get to work. Eventually, realizing he's not helping she decides to keep watch with Akh. Surely she'd be good at that!

(She was not.)

Del lets out a little shriek of surprise as the shot strikes Jaraduk.

Instinctively, she waves her arms and focuses, pulling in a bit of sugar and food dye and gelatin from across other realities and mixing them around her in a burst of cooking magic. Now surrounded in a translucent spherical barrier of gummy candy, Del hurries down the track toward the bank. People often tried to kill her, and she wasn't about to endanger Ratrod or his employees if she was the snipers next target...

Witchwarping! Del is surrounded by a translucent 10-ft radius sphere of protection that moves with her. It provides soft cover and concealment to Del and anyone else inside it with her. Atmosphere, gravity, and temperature are also tolerable for any creature inside. Then she moves 30 feet toward the bank.

Question: Is the track between here and the bank a straight shot or curved? She has an instant vehicle she can pull out, but it's only faster than running if the track is straight so she can take the race action. Otherwise she's hoofing it. (If the track ahead IS straight, she'll activate her instant vehicle instead of moving, causing a rickety looking exploration buggy to appear on the track. No, it doesn't look like it could survive a hit from a sniper rifle...

*awkwardly falls to the floor*

THUD

Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Del puts a hand to her head, feeling a little flush. "I don't feel so good..."

Del shakes her head as she taps the green mercenary with her wooden spoon again, flooding his mind with a few more horrible futures. "Well, that's a dysfunctional workplace! You should quit. That's how they keep us down, you know? Fear and threats and assassins! Really its the workers that have the power." Admittedly a little sorry for the green assassin who makes poor life choices (something she admits she's also guilty of...), Del slips between realities for a moment, reappearing closer to the pool table.

Casting grim insight, spending 1 RP to recharge and use her targeting expert gimmick with it.

Special Melee attack vs. EAC: 1d20 + 9 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 4 + 1 = 15
She'll use Alternate Outcome to reroll that attack.
Special Melee attack vs. EAC: 1d20 + 9 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 9 + 4 + 1 = 28
Untyped Damage: 6d10 ⇒ (10, 2, 3, 6, 5, 9) = 35
Plus DC 18 Will save. On a failure, they're shaken for 9 rounds. On a success, they're shaken for 1 round.

Then spending 1 RP to use flash teleport. Doesn't provoke.

Not a Fortitude save! dies XD
Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"Fire at which one?" Del asks, not entirely sure who she should be targeting. As her nearby foe stumbles out of the boiling isomalt, Del...

If Melissa get 'ems Yellow, Del will use a move action to move 20 feet north. Otherwise, Del stays where she is and continues to attack Green.

Del seizes her lucky wooden spoon—the only thing she managed to take from her bakery when she fled (her targeting gimmick)—and taps it onto the shoulder of the assassin. She closes her eyes for a moment, sifting through countless grim realities and shattered futures and dumping them all into the mind of this poor mook.

Casting grim insight on either green or yellow as noted above, using her targeting gimmick to increase her attack roll.
Special Melee attack vs. EAC: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 9 + 4 = 28 bonus for potential get 'em not included.
Untyped Damage: 6d10 ⇒ (8, 4, 1, 5, 4, 1) = 23
Plus DC 18 Will save. On a failure, they're shaken for 9 rounds. On a success, they're shaken for 1 round.

"Sorry," she remarks with a scrunch of her nose. "But you kind of deserve it!" A moment later she adds, "You know you can run away at any time, right?"

Focusing on the green assassin, Del throws her arms forward, sending a burst of spicy hot sauce flying at their face.

Casting caustic conversion at the green mercenary.
Ranged Attack vs. EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Acid Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (2, 4, 1, 1) = 8
If she hit, green also takes 5 acid damage at the end of its turn for 4 rounds.

Meanwhile, the isomalt continues to boil and bubble. When green starts their turn in the area of the witchwarp, they take Fire Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7 with a DC 17 Reflex save for half damage.

@Guess? Yeah, Del's not making any purchases right now, so you can borrow the 3,229 from her to buy your rifle upgrade.

GM: Reminder that Del also has fire resistance 6 thanks to feat selection, so she's taking less damage than your HP tally indicates. She's currently at 27/45 SP after all that damage.

Culture: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21
Reflex: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23 (taking half damage)

"Aaaah! Who are these people?" Del shrieks as she attempts to dodge flamrethrowers and grenades.

Finally getting her bearings, Del rolls behind the couch, coming up in a crouch as she unleashes a wave of force at two of her attackers. Casting force blast, which hits both pink and green.
Force Damage vs. Pink and Green: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3 DC 17 Reflex save for half damage. (Edit: Ugh, such bad rolls!)
Plus Bull Rush against both targets: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22 Yeah, not gonna work, so assuming same positioning for her second action.

Seeing both mercenaries still standing, Del finishes recovering from shock and decides it's time to get serious! ...Or, more serious than normal! With a wave of her hand, she pulls a burst of boiling brightly coloured isomalt into existence, knocking green over and causing some serious pain. The isomalt remains, still bubbling and burning a chair, the green assassin, and the unfortunate bear rug as it pools all over the floor. With a grunt of further exertion, she unleashes another wave of force, slamming it into the pink and green assassins.

Del's using Overload Reality to cast a spell and use infinite worlds at the same time as a full action. For infinite worlds, she's choosing to use a 3rd level slot and choose two lower level effects, which is 2nd level environmental damage and 2nd level instantaneous destabilizing event. The infinite worlds only targets green and its area is noted on the map (it'll last a few rounds). Her spell is force blast, which will hit both green and pink again.

Infinite Worlds Effects:
Boiling Isomalt (fire damage) vs. Green: 3d4 ⇒ (4, 1, 3) = 8 DC 17 Fortitude save for half damage.
Also, green must attempt a DC 17 reflex save. On a failure, they're knocked prone. If they get a natural 1 on the dice, I can also move them up to 15 feet in a direction of my choice: I'd choose to move them 5 feet to the west.

Force Blast Effects:
Force Damage vs Pink and Green: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 6) = 12 DC 17 Reflex save for half damage
Plus Bull Rush against both targets: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

Profession Chef: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (14) + 20 = 34 x 700 = 23,800 credits. Del will use that to buy a targeting expert gimmick.

More than a little sad at having to leave behind Indulgence, her idyllic little neighbourhood, and her new friends, Del arrives with a huff, hooded and magically disguised for good measure.

"Well, the bakery was a success and I have the cutest little house. I even went on a date for the first time in ages. Did you know that neighbours sometimes give you things? Like, sugar? And fire extinguishers? They didn't even try to charge me interest!" She shrugs. "Anyway, some bounty hunters tracked me down and I had to book it out of there, so it basically ended in disaster. I hope they don't trash my bakery. Someone else might be able to use it. That gorgeous oven deserves that at least..."

She sighs, then smiles. "So, how'd it go?"

One by one, Del gives each of her friends and big hug and a dozen cookies, packed neatly in a box. "Take care! Be safe! See you soon!" Always, she lingers longer than she should, and always she feels off after—alone and on edge in a way she hasn't been in a while.

Tempted by the phrase "good food" and a little nervous about heading out alone, Del accepts Guess?'s invitation to his initial feast. She enjoys the food and admittedly gets a little too nosy in the kitchen. By Guess?'s dessert speech, she finds herself nodding along and then goes wide-eyed. Clearly she DID need some time away. Thankfully, she doesn't read the curriculum list.

She slips out that night, hopping aboard a shuttle destined for Sejada, and gets to work opening her cozy little bakery and cafe, calling it 'Indulgence'.

She makes new friends and finds success, but she can't help but keep looking over her shoulder, and she can't shake the guilt she still feels for how terribly she treated her sister—though she admits, objectively, her sister's a pretty terrible person too.

In the end, she settles for a modest bakery and a modest home, and send the rest of her vast wealth to her sister with one final note: "You owe me. But, let's call it even." After sending it, she wonders if, perhaps, her tone might have gotten the best of her. She's too distressed to realize that she may have just given away her location.

Her problems, as always, she solves with a cupcake.

Del feels sick to her stomach after reading the excerpt from her sister's memoir. Slightly sicker when Guess? remarks that he and Eline could be soul mates. By the time Akh mentions exploding livestock she's decided she needs to be elsewhere. She takes a few turns around the starship, pacing its corridors, and its grand sitting rooms, but staying well away from the cargo holds. Eventually, she settles into the kitchen, deeply regrets the poorly stocked pantry. Still, she works with what she's got, for the most part. She admits there was smidge of extra-reality pilfering required to make the icing...

Soon, it's time to disembark and take a break. Give the ship a paint job. Do something new. Hopefully, opening a bakery would be far less dangerous.

After a moment of considering how much of a pain her current family is, Del tips her head back and forth in indecision. "Yeeeeeah, maybe when I'm less wanted. With my luck I'll just get their house all shot up or something. Or you'll rob them."

"I suppose," Del concedes to Guess? and Melissa. "We're nearly even, right?"

Later, Del considers all the many places she's been. "I think I'm going to open a bakery. Where do you think is a good location?" Remembering all the explosions, dangerous encounters, and close calls she's experienced, she shakes her head. "Maybe I'd better go somewhere new... One of Bretheda's moons, maybe? I kind of stand out, I suppose... Maybe I'll go to one of the creche worlds in the Diaspora... I don't know who my biological parents were, but I suppose I might have distant relations there. And even if not, I'll blend in among all the other sarcesians, at least. I hear they're pretty liberal when it comes to enforcing Pact laws broken outside their circle. Live and let live and all that, you know?" She grins. "Yeah, that's got potential..."

Looking at the others, she muses, "I'm going to miss you all. When it's safe, you should swing by for a cupcake or something... Just don't get the place blown up!"

Del's going to attempt to open a business (Entrepreneurship) on a sarcesian creche world. However, she's a sucker riddled with guilt, and rather than using her huge cash haul to dominate the market, she's going to keep just what she needs to open her own modest bakery and have a bit of a cushion, and she's going to give the rest of her bajillions of credits to her sister. (Obviously, for gear reasons, she'll keep the credstick she just got from Tarika.

Del spends hours writing and erasing messages on her comm unit before she finally settles on something short and sweet.

Eline,

We've done our share of hurting each other. For a long time, the letters I wrote you said 'I forgive you,' even though I knew a sorry was never coming. But for the last year I've been on the other end of that discussion, tossing messages and apologies into the void and hoping you'll forgive me.

I'm sorry. I hope this helps make up for it.

Love always.

Del

P.S. I forgive you for trying to get me killed again.

"Yeah, that would be bad," Del agrees with Jaraduk. To Akh she points out, "I doubt a mindless zombie would be a very good delivery service... Well programmed drone, maybe?" With a shake of her head she adds, "I'll just send her a message. It'll be fine! And if you're worried, we can... I don't know, set up a security protocol or something. So long as you don't blow up the ship by accident. ...Or my sister!"

"Your fur's coming in great!" Del fibs horribly. "You can barely even tell... From certain angles..." She scrunches up her nose in thought for a moment. "But, yeeeeeah, I guess we want to drop it off for her somewhere... But we also need to make sure no one else steals it when we do!"

Del gives some thought to potential drop-off sites that might work but have a close association with Eline.

Culture: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

"Oh, thank goodness," Del exhales in relief. "I'll admit I don't really want to tie myself to a ship from the religion I purposefully LEFT, but I'll take it, even with the trouble it'll bring, to give Eline her ship back." She grins. "Besides, I bet we can afford to give this ship a bit of a makeover. Make it less... gaudy! It'll be great!"

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After the meetup with the verthani, Del remains on edge. "I... I can't believe that went so well! Is this how jobs are supposed to end? They didn't even try to kill us!"

Yes, Del will be overjoyed to give back the Oliphaunt and keep the tacky Kalistocrat ship for ourselves.

Sitting at the helm, seeing the purple pinks of the Drift all around her, and knowing all the riches in the hold, Del sits stunned for a moment.

They'd done it. It had worked.

Her sister would hate her forever. This was NOT worth it.

But her friends are celebrating, and Mel's trying to convince it'll all be okay again. So instead she asks, "Where to?"

It would be okay, right? Like, she could MAKE IT okay? She can make all kinds of weird things happen, pull objects and foods from other realities. She could make this okay.

Yeah, definitely. She'd think of something and this would be water under the bridge—a blip in her sister's bank account and otherwise stellar reputation.

She could make it work. Definitely. She wasn't sure how, exactly, but she'd think of something. She could fix this.

Her friends are still celebrating, so this time she cracks a bit of a smile. "I'll figure something out," she tells Melissa. "Thanks."

"Where to?"

I assume we're trusting Tarika to help sell anything hard to move? Or taking a break in the Drift for inventory?

OMG that ice cream scoop image. XD Thanks for the bots, life has finally righted itself this week, so should be fine going forward.

Del waves a hand, causing the once-delicious and now very dirty looking ice cream scoop-cycle to plow into the remaining slime.

Bludgeoning Damage: 6d10 ⇒ (9, 7, 8, 7, 8, 3) = 42
DC 18 Reflex negates.

Then she casts another spell, launching a glob of super spicy hot sauce at the slime. Casting caustic conversion
Ranged Attack vs. EAC: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Acid Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (1, 2, 1, 3) = 7
Plus 5 additional damage each round for 2 rounds.

Also assuming Akh got the doors open. If he didn't, she instead waits to act until the doors are open.

Del shakes her head, not entirely sure what just happened, but certain she's probably done something pretty cool. As she nears the wall she pushes off, changing directions and launching herself through the now open doors toward the starship they're...

Reisora-ing? Definitely not!

Borrowing? I mean, they only needed the contents right? They'd give the SHIP back. Yeah, borrowing. That's it.

...This whole friendship thing was getting pretty hard to justify.

Thankfully, floating through zero-G is thoroughly distracting, so Del just focuses on gliding through the hangar.

Pushing off and moving the first round, double moving the second round.

Is the hangar zero-g or a vacuum? If it's a vacuum, her solar wings instead manifest and she flies through the hangar, 40 feet closer to the ship than she's currently placed.

"Yeah, we don't have time for you." Del tells Mr. Blue as she disappears. In a blink she slips through a thousand realities and back into her own, reappearing at the door smelling oddly of fresh cinnamon buns. Then she opens it and keeps going.

Flash teleport to the door, then moving well off map.

With the way clear and these robots slow as heck, Del hustles around them and books it out of the auction hall.

Double move!
She's been lucky and avoided getting hit so far, but note that if anyone hits Del in melee, they get zapped by her electrostatic field for 1d6 electricity damage.

As much as I love Del, and she's trying her best to be a good person, peer pressure has turned her into the worst sister ever. Eline legitimately deserves to slap her in the face.

Hey sis, sorry I robbed you, but we're super poor and my friends wanted to. Don't worry, Kalistocrats are totally wrong and I'm just stealing your ship, costing you your job, and ruining your reputation, your afterlife is still gonna be great, I swear. Also, you should totally let my friends and I rob your religion of a fortune and this barge. K thx, bye!

Del would like them to hug it out.

We will not get to hug it out.

With too many bystanders in her way, Del reaches out to try to punch the robot blocking her escape.

Attack vs. KAC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Bludgeoning Damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (5, 6) + 7 = 18

Del stammers for a moment, looking absolutely flabbergasted. She contemplates denying it, but instead, she mostly just feels her heart shatter a little bit more. Instead, she mouths 'love you' at her sister, and turns away, ignoring the tears welling up in her eyes. With a wave of her hand she sends a pulse of magic at the guards in their way, slowing their reactions and speed. Then she books it toward the exit.

Casting slow on all three enemies. Will DC 18 negates.

Sorry, something came up unexpectedly. I'll probably have spotty posting another week.

Del feels super out of place at the auction, but tries her best to distract the other potential bidders and be generally annoying. She's bad at all these checks, but trying her best anyway.

Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Del startles in surprise, then hesitates, torn between defending herself from undead and worrying that the strange undead might be warranted in their attack.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

But her hesitation quickly turns to panic as she feels a sudden pressure on her throat.
B Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Stuck in tight quarters, she punches the goblin with her cestus.
Attack vs. KAC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
B Damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 5) + 7 = 15

Then she carefully steps back toward the door.

Del is a horrible fish out of water at the auction, and just bumbles around trying to be helpful but mostly just being noisy.

Distraction (bluff): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Gah, narrowly missed the ribbon dance!

"Oooh, a preparatory auction? I hope they have a white force field, an adaptive energy shield, or a pearly white spindle aeon stone! Or cupcakes—with sugar and real butter in it—but that's a dream that won't come true."

Del arrives at the lounge dressed in her finest Kalistocrat attire. She takes a glance around and starts to mingle among the guests, doing her best to be pleasant but unremarkable.

Perception to glance around: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Diplomacy to mingle: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

...unfortunately, she's a little TOO unremarkable.

Hi! FYI that I'll be offline for a week. Bot me as needed. See you on the other side!

When Del see's Melissa head into her ice cream field, she tweaks reality a smidge, trying to make sure the ysoki escapes the worst of the chill.

She's using Prevent Wounds as a reaction on Melissa the first time she's damaged by my ice cream field, to reduce the damage she would take from it by the amount below.
Reduce Damage By: 4d4 ⇒ (1, 4, 3, 3) = 11

Del reaches over to look at the red fellow bleeding all over the couch. "Wait, stabilize? As in stop the whole... dying thing...?" She gestures vaguely. "Uhhhh, no? Not really? I mean, I can heal him, but then he'll need to be punched again... Uhh... Hmmm... What if I...."

Del pokes inefficiently at the assassin's wounds, and quickly realizes there's no way she can stabilize this person. Instead, she tries her best to tie him up with whatever she spots around, then pulls out the worst healing potion from her pocket, feeds it to him, and hopes it's a dud.

Tying him up the first round. Then using a mk 1 serum of healing on him the second round.
Healing: 1d8 ⇒ 1 Perfect!

Far too close to the assassin for her liking, Del recalls her many (many, many, many) mishaps into ice cream creation. Sure, the churning was rough, but working with liquid nitrogen was just not for her.... Suddenly, the red assassin is surrounded by a mess of poorly made ice cream—strawberry chocolate chip—and spilt liquid nitrogen.

Marked the area of her witch warping on the map (crammed into the corner so it only hurts the assassin. The area is difficult terrain for land speeds and...
Cold Damage to Red: 3d4 ⇒ (1, 3, 1) = 5
DC 17 Fortitude for half damage.

Anytime a creature enters this area or begins their turn in the area, they take 3d4 cold damage (DC 17 Fort for half); they take this damage no more than once per round. (Note that this damage will go down each round starting on my next turn, but for now it's 3d4). Lasts 8 rounds.

Deciding to try for a new tactic, Del flicks out her hands, throwing a glob of the spiciest hot sauce she's ever tasted—was that ever a bad day!—right at the red assassin's eyes.

Casting caustic conversion.
Ranged Attack vs. EAC: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 2 = 21
Acid Damage: 4d4 ⇒ (1, 1, 1, 3) = 6
It also takes 5 additional acid damage at the end of its turn each round, for 3 rounds.

Del screams in surprise, not entirely sure who's being shot at.

Who screams 'surprise shotty, anyway?'

In a panic, she casts out her hands, making a shoving motion at the nearby assassin who just bust in the front door. As she shoves at the air, her thoughts crash against his, sending his mind spiralling off through countless possible futures, enduring the fatigue and trauma of a (really bad) day all in an instant.

Casting day's weariness.
Untyped Damage: 4d8 ⇒ (2, 7, 1, 1) = 11
Plus they attempt a DC 17 Will save. On a failure, they're also fatigued for 8 rounds. On a success, they take half damage and aren't fatigued.

Del accepts the tea and baked goods with a pleased smile—even though she knows they'll be lacking in sugar, butter, and literally everything delicious—and offers the appropriate Kalistocratic compliments.

"How purely pristine! And this tea—so cleansing!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26

Then she steps back to let Guess? handle the flow of conversation.

Del tries to figure out what types of things would "impress" Sevaranna.

Culture: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

"Oh, my sister loves ribbon dancing! Or, watching it anyway. Too pure to participate, of course. She'll probably be there. Is it weird that I'm happy to see her and she won't even know its me? I'd better stay far away just in case..." Del tries her best to recall everything she can about ribbon dancing.

Culture: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

Del shrugs. "Eline does have horrible taste in partners. I suppose that happens when all you're concerned with is how big their credstick is—and what they can do for you. Can you do your computer..." she waves her hands and wiggles her fingers in what you're pretty sure is a pathetic imitation of hacking "...thing to make sure she matches with someone not horrible? You'll have to use the kalistocratic match-matching site. She won't mingle with anyone outside the faith." Del pauses, then chuckles and shakes her head. "Actually, that's probably the problem right there. Someone... less... I don't know! I trust you to figure it out!"

When Melissa gets her lead on Zlanai, Del tries to think of anything she recalls about her. Had they met..?
Culture: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
Culture (Alternate Outcome Reroll: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

...Nope, isn't ringing a bell!

Wisdom: 1d20 ⇒ 4

"Hmmm... I guess if she has the money..." Del muses aloud, giving thought to her sister's motives. "I suppose she might be here to make contacts. Otherwise, seems like she should have more important things to do, doesn't it?"

Del spares a bit of time looking into her sister again, to figure out what she's up to.

Diplomacy (gather information): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24

If she also has time:
Del gives some thought to the places and hotspots that are popular on the station, trying to identify locations the bidders might be spending their time.

Culture: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

Del's eyes widen. "Certainly not to be... eaten?!" she whispers in surprise. She takes a step back, not wanting to mess up Mel's offer to Taelarinis, while wracking her brain for suitable substitutions to engine grease in a medication...

Del resists the urge to roll her eyes as she sweetens her tea perfectly. Really, no taste at all here—none! She almost follows Akh to the snack table, but knows she'll be disappointed with nary a cupcake in sight. Instead, she sticks to the fringes and keeps an eye out for anything else that might be of interest to the team.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 15
Diplomacy (gather information during party): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18

...And is as useful as she always is.