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That is totally understandable, Mike! Since we didn't get very deep into the scenario, are we basically considering this a canceled game?

"Say. Do folks seem suspiciously...happy? This isn't the kind of place where everyone's normally all smiley."

Mori taps at a flickering light in front of the store and, if no one stops her, she pulls out a couple of tools and starts tinkering, until the light glows steadily, gradually changing colors.

"There we go. That was going to bother me! Well, folks, how about a drink? 'S'prob'ly the best way to get information around here."

Mori heads to the bar, if the rest of the group is amenable.

”Look, if there was Drift engine fuel to find in Tasch, it would have been found long ago. All those small mining towns are struggling. I think that’s our spot to find Talbot. Let’s go!”

"Tasch, huh? Never been there myself, but if there's something weird going down there, Talbot might be behind it!"

Can Mori make a check to know anything extra about Drift engine fuel?

Mori returns Navasi's grin. Later, standing next to Ice-9, she starts examining his knee with an appraising eye. "I noticed a little bit of a hitch in your gait; do you want me to take a look at that? We've got a bit of a trip to Akiton; I can get you fixed up just fine!"

I don't need to buy anything.

Sounds good to me! I should add: I can't make long posts during the work day, so you'll usually see posts from me between 7-8 AM or in the evening (Pacific time).

Sure thing! I am converting square brackets to curly brackets so you can see what I did.

Everyone else comes through the door, but a muffled sound from the HVAC vent above the door indicates that one agent took a alternate route. As the cover pops off, a cheerful brown rodent face emerges. {b}"Heya! Sorry about the unusual entry, but I heard a buzzing in the vents, and I hate to bother maintenance with stuff like that; they've got so much to do now, so I figured I'd just go in and fix it myself! I'm Mori Half-Tail, by the way."{/b}

She carefully climbs out, and replaces the cover. The number of leftover screws and bolts she still carries is somewhat concerning, but the climate control system seems to work better than ever, even dispensing faint scents of vanilla and sandalwood. {b}"I made a few other adjustments while I was in there! So what's the job?"{/b}

The particularly petite brown ysoki's last name is of obvious origin. Half her tail is missing, though she has attached some kind of mechanical prosthetic, with visible circuits and lights, completing the normal length of a yoski's tail. It twitches back and forth as she listens. Her freebooter armor has an unbelievable number of pockets, holding all manner of tools.

{dice=Untrained Culture check}1d20+3{/dice}

{ooc}And wasting a natural 20 for a max of 10!{/ooc}

{b}"Good old Akiton, home sweet home! We should probably keep armor on, the atmosphere is a lot thinner there. Even I have to be careful until I re-acclimate. The gravity is much lower there; you can jump so high! It's a bit of a depressing place though, lately; pre-Drift fuels are almost worthless and that used to be their biggest export."{/b}

{b}"So what should we do with Talbot when we find him?"{/b}

Everyone else comes through the door, but a muffled sound from the HVAC vent above the door indicates that one agent took a alternate route. As the cover pops off, a cheerful brown rodent face emerges. "Heya! Sorry about the unusual entry, but I heard a buzzing in the vents, and I hate to bother maintenance with stuff like that; they've got so much to do now, so I figured I'd just go in and fix it myself! I'm Mori Half-Tail, by the way."

She carefully climbs out, and replaces the cover. The number of leftover screws and bolts she still carries is somewhat concerning, but the climate control system seems to work better than ever, even dispensing faint scents of vanilla and sandalwood. "I made a few other adjustments while I was in there! So what's the job?"

The particularly petite brown ysoki's last name is of obvious origin. Half her tail is missing, though she has attached some kind of mechanical prosthetic, with visible circuits and lights, completing the normal length of a yoski's tail. It twitches back and forth as she listens. Her freebooter armor has an unbelievable number of pockets, holding all manner of tools.

Untrained Culture check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

And wasting a natural 20 for a max of 10!

"Good old Akiton, home sweet home! We should probably keep armor on, the atmosphere is a lot thinner there. Even I have to be careful until I re-acclimate. The gravity is much lower there; you can jump so high! It's a bit of a depressing place though, lately; pre-Drift fuels are almost worthless and that used to be their biggest export."

"So what should we do with Talbot when we find him?"

Woo! I hope everyone is cool with Subtier 1-2. My 4th-level soldier has a GM credit for this, and while I do have a 3rd-level GM baby, building 3rd-level characters is a lot more work. :)

Okay, character ready to go.

That being said, I have GMed this one twice. I think I can avoid being a backseat GM a lot better in PBP than I can in person, but it's totally up to you if you're comfortable having me at the table!