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A bald human woman with metallic studs protruding from her scalp raises a glass in agreement.

GM Q, if everyone has their chronicle sheet, can you set the game threads to inactive? Thanks!

Got it,and it looks fine. Thanks again for running!

Thanks for running! This was a challenging scenario for this party mix, but it was interesting.

I'm going by GM Q's comment after Mich's roll, that "Additional diplomacy rolls may work for you here."

After what happened to Justin Warren, I get concerned any time a player goes quiet in all their aliases.

It looks like our solarian's player hasn't posted anything since early November.

We're all waiting for the envoy.

Visibly exasperated with their charge, Lola pulls out a credstick. "It's probably an interaction with something else he was exposed to--he's from outsystem, and this is his first time on station. How much is the bill? We need to get him to a proper medic quickly."

Diplomacy aid another: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Lola shakes her head at the lashunta's offer, and tries to resist if pressed. "I'm sorry, but I'm supposed to be watching him. Some other time."

"I look forward to the culinary excursion, Bubs. I am sure that it will be less harrowing than the last couple of adventures."

While keeping a poker face, Lola inwardly curses. Why did he say that? We're doomed.

I did, as well, and same to you and everyone else to whom it applies. (The turkey wasn't dry at all, despite it being the first one my daughter has ever baked. She cheated and used Alton Brown's method, though.)

I'll have to get myself a pistol. Fearing the worst, Lola asks, "Where is this restaurant?"

Lola stows her rifle and takes back the package from Bubs. "Thanks. I think they've run off, so we should be safe for now."

Get me a shot on the yellow one. In the young mechanic's vision, a red X appears over Rex's shoulder. Eh. Maybe I'll get lucky. She touches the firing stud and puts a bolt past everyone downrange.

Pulsecaster rifle vs. EAC on yellow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Lola nods. "Thank you." Then she draws her pulsecaster rifle.

Lola turns to their charge. "Ser Bubs, would you mind holding this package for me? I can't use a rifle one-handed."

DC 15 Reflex save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Lola keeps her wits about her in the blast. She draws a grenade from her belt and tosses it around the corner past the yellow-vested ysoki.

Grenade attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage, if applicable: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Lola queries the Station infosphere for more on the items, and where best to find them.

Computers check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

With the electrical issues resolved, Lola calls on her rather more clandestine skills. She calls up a copy of the scene that Bubs is trying to perform, then tries to use her sleight of hand skills to surreptitiously pass their charge some cues.

Lola taps her foot to the music without realizing it, then casts a trained eye on the lighting and sound setups. Hm. Power feeds there and there, the wireless supplies are all low voltage, but the lighting and amplifiers are standard voltage at high current. Wait a minute--that's wired crossways, which means in about thirty seconds we're going to get some feedback here. Unless.... She taps the tech director on the shoulder and points up at the wiring problem. "Back down the gain on the third mike now!"

Culture check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Lola gratefully accepts the food. "Thanks for the meal, Bubs." Her face falls as their charge continues speaking. The *what* Theatorium? Lola looks blankly at her teammates.

Will we have a chance to rest before Part 2?

Lola makes her way to the large cargo hold, reaching it in time to request a targeting solution on the last gremlin from her exocortex.

I said a firing solution, not a missing solution. Let's do it right this time. Lola takes a breath and holds it, then fires again at the red gremlin.

Pulsecaster shot vs. EAC: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Shock NL damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Lola brings her pulsecaster rifle up and snaps off a shot at the blue gremlin. The crackling bolt goes well wide of the mark, though.

Tracking shot into cover, electrical, vs. EAC: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 5 - 4 = 4

Lola advances up to the corner of the hall and targets a gremlin. Give me a solution on the hostile, please. In her vision, a reticle appears, centered on the strange creature.

Any of us have a chance of identifying them?

If these are pugwumpi I am going to have words with the author.

Most of us aren't what you'd call talkers.

DC 16 Engineering check: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

The human pops into the observation bubble. "Something's happening in the cargo pods up there." She pauses, clearly conflicted. "Ser Bubs, I think we'd better check that. Do you want to come along?"

I asked because when I GM, I set the counters up myself; in several years of PbP, I haven't had to do it as a player.

Do you have map tokens set up for us?

With Gletch's information in mind, Lola makes sure that her custom rig is ready for use as a toolkit.

Culture check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Lola does a surreptitious search for information on Periphery Stars.

Culture check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

So he doesn't like to be left alone.... Lola stands a little straighter and tries to look tough (but fails miserably). "Absalom Station is a fine place...if you know where you're going. Stick with us and we'll keep you out of trouble."

Untrained Intimidate check: 1d20 ⇒ 6

"As long as I don't have to dress up as an old lady this time, I'm good."

Lola skims over the page. "Huh. Seems too normal to me. I never met anyone like that in the Society--or before."

It's a decent place to work. I live in the other direction, about as far (west edge of Joliet).

1. LolaRuby, exocortex mechanic, human, 1

2. 67750-703

3. Will PM.

4. Dataphiles

5. Day job roll (if applicable). Profession (Electrician): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

6. Please put a "bot me" expression on your online character. Will do.

7. Done.

8. Buncha noobs here! I started playing D&D in 1977, and played wargames before that (mostly SPI games). Due to profession, family, and geography I haven't been able to do practically any F2F gaming for the last couple of decades. PbP has been a boon for me over the past 8+ years (hence the more than 30k posts on the boards). I'm part of a team handling safety support, environmental compliance, and quality assurance for one research directorate at Argonne National Lab near Chicago. Mich, whereabouts are you?

A short, shaven-headed human woman in base-colored second skin armor enters the room and sits down leaning over to one side and resting her chin on one hand. She has a set of studs in her skull that anyone with a decent amount of engineering knowledge will recognize as the grounding array for a datajack with some additional feature. She carries a pulsecaster rifle and a standard backback. If anyone asks, she takes off one of her gloves to reveal a Starfinder mark on her palm. "Name's LolaRuby. No other 'nym. Engineer."

Sounds good!

What level? I have a 1.2 human exocortex mechanic available.

No, I mean why post here in the first place? You don't need to, so it's a waste of your time.

OK, thanks.

Serious question, though. If you already have enough players, why post in Recruitment? The boards don't require a post here to run a campaign.

Are you looking for players? If so, here's an exocortex mechanic.

The chronicle looks fine.

Thanks for running, GM P! It was fun. Good job wrapping up before the Game Day. See you all elsewhere around the boards!

Engineering check: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

"Hang on...I have an idea. The ship infosphere might have something to say." Lola makes her way to the aft room and tries to reactivate one of the terminals. If successful, she'll run an image search for any of the other three items in stasis.

Perception check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Lola only has eyes for the ship's systems.

"Can you show me what you did to make the lights go out?"

Her task completed, Lola reluctantly closes the control panel and follows Itch down the corridor.