Nicolae released Zelacious.    “Do your pants up Zelacious, nobody wants to see your privates, they’re private after all! Once you've lost your privacy, you realize you've lost an extremely valuable thing." He then guides Zelacious in front of him as they walk past the guards. 

As they head down the hallway he drifts back in the line allowing others to lead the way.  His eyes narrow as Naidania touches his elbow and gets his attention.  He looks to her as she quietly tells him what happened.  Seeing her look he gives a curt nod and reaches down to touch his pocket. Sure enough, there is something there that he did not have earlier. 

He continued walking, following the others as he pondered what to do.  He considered just dropping it to the ground but was concerned there may be some sort of surveillance system. As they walked he looked about seeing if there was anyone else about, if there were any signs of anything watching them, and if there were any receptacles or bins along the way.

Perception 18

As the party make their way to their next assignments:

• Dimbo and Naidania to the Spelljammer nexus
• Ozzy, Zelacious, Nicolae and Zargach to the collect service weaponry from Mister Blip in Stores
• Shean - which group do you want to go with as you could do either

Nicolae is easily able to dispose of the offending object without anybody noticing!

(Let’s go to the spelljammer nexus )

"Hmm... Bigger than expected." Was Dimbo's offhanded remark at Zelacious display, followed by much more scribbling in the Plasmoids notes. As it became clear afterwards that things were truly begining to calm down, Dimbo put away his journal with a sad sigh, before then looking thoughtful... or at least pantomimed the motion given his limited facial expressioning.

But with either Naidania's guidance or simply by happenstance, he happily moved to follow the druid to the Spelljammer Nexus, if only to get a headstart on collecting data on what to expect while the others finished their remaining business.

     Zelacious tugs and jerks his pants back up and sneers at Nicolae.  "Jealous much?  It's true, you know...  Once they try hairy the gals never tarry!"  Zelacious gives a leer and a wink and shrugs himself away from any restraining hands.

     "And hey, Naidania," he says in a soft, conspiratorial tone as he walks next to them for a moment.  "Snitches get stitches, eh?"  The Hadozee narrows his eyes a moment and then moves on.

     "Seriously though, what kind of stuck up, over starched, stick on the mud organization hijacks a person out of a perfectly good prison cell and then doesn't expect them to get a bit hyper once in a while?" he asks loudly, gesticulating wildly, and directing it at nobody and everyone.  "You really can't expect to have chumps like that boyo back there threatening and strong-arming the new recruits out of their gold and not expect a little pushback from a fine, upstanding citizen like myself.  Can you?  Can you, really?  I'm just trying to protect my peeps here, am I or am I not?"

     This kind of ranting and explaining goes on until Nicolae leaves them to their own and they make their way to their next assignment...

     "Service Weaponry...  Now this should be right fun, aye boys??"

Vargach:

Vargach expects to find small scale versions of the ship's catapult and ballista weaponry, so he is not too excited about these "service weapons".  Still, he tags along, halfway listening to  Zelacious' prattling, not recalling anything about the guards trying to get anyone's gold...  At one point he does interrupt though, asking, "Prissssssson?   Why Zelaciousssssss in prissssson?"

     "Oh... that?" Zalacious says, almost surprised anyone noticed he mention it...

     "I ran out of gold!  I served a flat beer!  I didn’t have change for bar bill!  I lost my pants at the cleaners!  I locked my keys in the room!  An old friend came in from out of town!  Someone stole my identity!  There was mistaken identity!  I was framed!  Locusts!  IT WASN’T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD!"  He voice gets louder and more desperate with each excuse and at the end he is on his knees looks up and all but pleading with Vargach to understand... And after a moment, he makes those innocent eyes of his and gives a half smile.  "Forgive me?"

Vargach:

Refusing to be bewildered by Zalacious' string of excuses, Vargach focuses on him truly for the first time to see if he can figure out what he is hiding under all that prattle.

Insight:  7

"Asssssss long asssssss othersssss control you with wordssssssss, you will alwayssssss have troublessssssss," concludes Vargach.

Naidania is shocked that Zelacious undressed without notification. Mortified she looks away, trying to avoid the scene. She then hears him calling her name. She stands somewhat to attention. "Yes??" She tries to figure what could possibly the Hadozee would have a need of her, and she hears in passing. "Snitches get stitches, eh?" She has a puzzled look on her face, for she has no idea what was said. She tried to decipher the phrase, but she is unable.

She then tries to change the subject, and she says to Dimbo. "Uh hum... Perhaps we can go to the Spelljammer Nexus next." As she makes her way to their next location, she can hear Zelacious' voice becoming distant (hopefully). She hates to admit it to herself, but she is actually relieved that she no longer has to hear the voice that, for whatever reason, breaks her concentration. As she walks, she makes sure that she is near Dimbo. "I hope that we do not have to witness that scene again..." She is surprised that she said such thing out lout, and she hopes wasn’t heard.

Ozzy, Zelacious, Nicolae and Vargach visit to Mr Blip in Stores is a fairly straight forward process. 

To the surprise of Vargach, Mister Blip looks like nothing he has ever seen before. Ozzy, Zelacious, Nicolae all recognise him as an Autognome - a creature with which some of them be familiar. Mister Blip wears a smart-looking leather apron with a score of tools of various purpose tucked into tiny leather loops. The only other article of clothing he wears is a black felt bowler cap. 

"Quickly now, spend your chit there are others waiting! But remember no change is issued!" the creature says.

This is an opportunity for the party members to spend their  50 credit voucher on any additional equipment they feel they need. It is also an opportunity to ask any questions. 

Dimbo, Naidania and Shean's tour of the Spelljammer nexus requires a little more from them. 

The Spelljammer Nexus is the exclusive training area for Spelljammer cadets. It contains a laboratory, a library of navigational and astronautical references, a chart room, and the nexus itself, which is a large chamber containing eight training spelljamming helms—ornate, high-backed chairs mounted onto mechanical gimbals that encircle a thirty-foot-high orrery depicting Realmspace. As the cadets enter a human introduces himself as Saerthe Abizjn. He gives a quick precis of spell jamming and then invites them to take a seat.

Once the cadets are seated Saerthe has them practice moving miniature test ships, which move mechanically,  through the orrery as it spins. As the cadets practice moving the ships he asks each one a question. Of

• Dimbo he asks "Tell me a tale of your past. What should I know of you?”
• Naidania he asks “Something inside your mind holds you back. What is it? Speak, or it may just poison your ability to fly.”
• Shean he asks “Tell me honestly—who among your friends and fellow cadets do you most respect?”

Having formed two thumbs up for good measure, Dimbo was otherwise content to follow along while take in what sights were possible along the way. However, even he cannot help but perk up at the last statement, before pantomime rubbing his chin. "With so a spirited crew, I can't say there'll be much fortune favoring that sorta future." He chuckled. "But tell you what. Next anyone decides to shed some layers, I'll be sure to stand between you and them. Deal?" He asks, offering her a psuedopod to shake as they carried on their way.

Later on at the Nexus, Dimbo appears practically bubbling with joy once seated at a helm, but took his time trying to examine it first before attempting to move it around. "My past? Hmm... Tough question as things are a bit hazy there. I -know- I wasn't always a member of the Ooze kindred, but rather a... a gnome perhaps. One obsessed with trying to overcome some of the weaknesess of the body, and... hmm...." He trails off in thought from there. 

"Ah Mr. Blip! Excellent.  Seems chit chat is out of the question.  But I do have a something I would like to pick up.  I am looking for a nice set of Navigator's Tools.  Something worthy of wildspace.  Do you have any of those in stock?" Nicolae asks as they step up to the counter.

Vargach:

Thinking about the ship they saw and its armaments, Vargach says, “I needsssss weapon for long dissssstance.  What isssssss available?”

(Vargach will get a longbow and a quiver of arrows.  He would also keep an eye out for some inexpensive writing implements —ink and books probably too high-tech, but charcoal pencil and a roll of parchment should be good.)

At Vargach's request Mister Blip strokes his long, smartly crafted bronze moustache and his eyes turn yellow before he holds up a finger "don't don't don't go away I will be right back" before he heads off into the back of the stores complex. Eventually he comes back with a long bow made of strange silvery metal and a dozen arrows made of the same metal. He shows the bow to Vargach and attempts to draw it but cannot even bend the stave even a litte bit "this did the kessel run in 12 parsecs" he says before correcting himself "no wrong script", his eyes whir a bit flicking between yellow and pink before he intones "whoever can string Odysseus' rigid bow and shoot an arrow through twelve axe shafts may have my hand, Penelope said. None of the suitors are able to string the bow but eventually an old beggar, Odysseus in disgiuse, easily strung the bow and won the contest!" 

(OOC When Vargach uses the bow and its specially crafted arrows he can add his strength modifier to the attack rather than his dexterity modifier)

Once attuned to the training helm Shean enjoys moving the test ship around. He is so focused that the question catches him unaware. 

- Respect the most? That's a tricky question. - He says not stopping his practicing and still moving the ship around - Respect is something that needs time to build, and that must be built in both ways. We are starting that kind of relationship and I recognize remarkable skill in all of them. Each one is unique in their own way. What we really need is to find our strengths and weakness and work together to maximize the first and help the other with the latest. Respect will be built during this process. I myself, expect to be worth of theirs. - 

((I thought we got our stuff back?  Did Zelacious not have his weapons to attack with?  He woulda attacked empty handed but... *shrug* So just not sure if I need to get the whole starting kit of backpack and thieves tools and rations and waterskins and all or...?))

“That would be most generous of you.” Naidania shakes Dimbo’s “hands”.

Once they arrive at the Nexus, she concludes that perhaps she may finally be able to operate a Spelljammer Helm. “Thank you Mr. Abizjn.“ She says to the instructor with a slight bow. As she starts moving the ships, she hears the question directed at her. She thinks for a moment, and she concludes that is an illogical question. “Perhaps you might be referring to the so called ‘human emotions’. I can assure you that it does not hold me back. For my mind is functioning perfectly fine thinking in purely logical terms.”

     "What have you got to drink back there?" Zelacious asks Mister Blip.  "I been cooped up way too long and could use a bit of the hair of the dog, if ya know what I mean..."

     "And weapons!  Daggers... You got daggers for sale?  If these wahoos are sending me out into space like some cosmonaut canine, I'm gunna be hefting daggers at people!  It being space and all, I may lose a few..."

If possible Mister Blip's eyes go even more yellow at Zelacious' request and he bustles off back into his store room. The party can hear a bit of banging and clattering before he comes back with his eyes glowing pink. In one hand he carries a container of some black oily substance, floating on top in a carefully arranged star shape, are 6 Space Hamster hairs. "I could get any dog hairs but I've used Space Hamster hairs, I hope that is ok?" he says. He also places on the bench a bandolier made of scaver skin in which five throwing daggers are placed.