Navasi DA's page

Are you F#&@ING kidding me? I mean... I'm sure, after a good nights sleep I'll have a thousand and one tales with which to regale you.

You know, it's been a CRAZY couple of days, my mind is just awhirl with the majesty here.
bluff: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Yeah, we like, have totally done stuff like this before. As a team. And stuff.

bluff check: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Knowledge Check: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Rolls eyes and also rolls a knowledge check because if the doesn't get settled it's going to take us weeks to get off this bucket
Knowledge check: 1d20 -> 16

I'm going to find the liquor cabinet.
[occ] scouts locations for secret weapons/credit caches also the way because one can't be too careful. [/ooc]

That's a lot of words... tell me again how many of these sweet little prizes WE get to abscond with. I mean "borrow?"

how do we know if we can pilot? I mean, my backstory suggests that I would be able to but I can't find that it says anywhere. I'm probably missing it.

See, now I'm curious. And I'm in.
pulls the tactical semi-auto out from its hiding place and slips it back into the holster, making no attempt to be covert AT ALL.
Come along, precious.

Sounds like an excellent opportunity. But before I go through the trouble of packing, I'm curious about why this survivor is being held prisoner. And whether or not we'll end up in similar circumstances if WE survive. I'm also curious as to what you consider to be "exceptionally fair." I'm wondering exactly what sort of protections you'd be providing while we're officially slash unofficial as regards the society. It's not that I mind the danger, in fact, I rather enjoy it. But I'd like to know for certain if it's going to be worth my while and whether or not I'm going to be free to enjoy these promised rewards.
finds the outline of the tactical semi-auto through the material on the couch and taps the trigger a couple of times

Navasi. Next time Iseph, I expect you to buy me dinner first.
leans back, drapes her arms over the back of the couch, making sure her right hand is near the grip of the tactical semi-auto she hid in the padding when she first arrived.

Leans forward, elbows on knees, hands dangling. Looks Raia in the eye.
I'm one hundred percent sure it wasn't for YOU to root around in our brains
using her sense motive and bluff ^

Sure... something like that
Grabs a drink that is boiling and also on fire. Downs it in one swallow and blows some smoke rings.

Aw, bless your heart, Scales. Guess what reptile my boots are made out of.