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Apologies. Too many things happening ATM

"Wha-" is all Luna could get out before seeing the hostile creatures. Her mind thinks fast as she draws her semi-auto pistol. With a sudden burst of inspiration, she concentrates and enhances her weapon.

◆ Interact to Draw
◆◆ Enhance Weapon (Becomes a +1 Striking Weapon)

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Apparently Luna has 2 left feet

Society: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Not a crit fail...

"I'm a doctor, not a peddler" Luna says.

Retcon

Society: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Luna looks at the token and recognizes it as a VR arcade token. However, she's not one to participate in such activities.

Luna makes it down with Dae's help.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Uh oh

Taking a deep breath, Luna also swings around to help.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Not sure what to do here -- on one hand helping is the right thing to do but she also wants to win! :)

Luna texts back Windy. One of our competitors is tangled up here. Should I help her?

Luna helps Dae climb the outside of the building.

Athletics(T), Aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

She climbs up herself, constantly repeating to herself "Don't look down, Luna. Don't look down!"

Will(E): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Will(E), HP: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Luna steps up.

Society: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 eep

from the looks of it, this scenario appears to be an "Amazing Race" sort of scenario...

Luna is mostly DEX and WIS based

Society: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Sorry. Catching up now.

A tall-ish woman with braided hair rushes into the meeting room. Her clothing is slightly disheveled, making it appear that she slept in them...

"Apologies!" she puffs, "Overslept."

She turns and is immediately enfolded in a hug she did not see coming. She barely acknowledges the hug and gives a half-hearted one back to the skittermander.

Heading to a side table, she searches (in vain) for coffee, as her usual stimulant. Noticing the other starfinders staring, she blushes bright red from embarrassment. "Luna." she says shortly. Gesturing at her rumpled clothing, "Dryer in my section was on the fritz. Was up all night trying to find an alternative..."

She takes an empty seat and prepares to listen to the briefing.