While some resistance had subconsciously been expected, Dimbo formed just the biggest smile when both his hug buddies hadn't more violently torn away from him. It's enough to nearly spur him into even scooping them up in great, big hug in transit to their next destination! But even had he the supernatural strength to do just that, the plasmoid thought better of it, and merely found himself chuckling in idle amusement over just having shared company! And whenever either she want to slip free eventually, there's no resistance to the effort.

"Perhaps once we graduate or climb high enough in the ranks Zalacious, they CAN be fashion accessories." He pantomimes scratching at his chin for just a moment. "Or at least, a bit more fashionable." He further assured the Hadozee when others inevitably failed to do so. He tuen looks over and studies Vargach, seeming to want the ask something of the Lizardfolk. Thinking better of that however, the living green boulder of gunk carried on rolling after those at least fully intent on navigating down to the administration. Along the way however, Dee Da Doo has a habit of stopping and examining just about everything and open room possible, nearly resulting in his lagging behind and even miraculously getting lost several times before ultimately catching up.

After the simulation ends, Ozzy removes his mask, impressed by how realistic the scenario felt and shoots a look at master chief, seeing if his reaction to the scenario was being observed with any special attention.

As the map is handed out, he studies it carefully, making notes of what is where. After he looks over the map he speaks up, "Two questions, firstly, are cigars a part of our welcome pack?" He asks, his eyes flicking over the the Hadozee with the cigar, "and secondly, where is the library?"

Once he has his answers, he'll head off with the rest of the group on their routine tasks.

Once Dimbo's pseudo-pods lets go of Naidania, she calmly straightens her outfit. "Uhum. Thank you." Without another word, she follows the group to complete their tasks.

(OOC: Apologies internet is a bit spotty here on Norfolk Island and I’m working off an I-pad but here we go…)

Obviously suffering from nicotine withdrawal, Ozzy looks longingly at the cigar stubb hanging from the grizzled Hadozee’s mouth. She appears to ignore his looks but the fact that she takes a deep draw from the cigar it’s obvious she has noticed. 

The first place the party heads for is down to the Administration Deck. As they make their way there they pass a range of individuals of differing species, some of whom are in blue uniforms, others in purple uniforms and one or two in gold uniforms. When they reach the Administration deck they are greeted by a Thri-keen in a purple uniform. “New cadets I see, well let’s get you kitted up.”  She quickly sizes up the party’s needs and her four arms make light work of the effort of pulling out tunics, trousers, which interestingly are all in red. She places a package in front of each party member: Zalacious’ has slits down each side of the tunic to allow his gliding membranes to emerge, Dimbo’s is made of some sort of stretchy material, while Ozzy’s and Vargach’s are some larger in size. As each party member takes their package which includes two sets of everything, the number 50 appears in one corner on each of their security tags. The thri-keen then says “I’ll need each of those helmets back, here are your permanent ones” as she hands each party member a blue helmet.

Shean takes the new helmet and checks it while saying 

“Yes, new cadets . Seahm-Tuck at your service and you are? “ once she had given her name he asks 

“I am a little bit confused being new and all… I get that red are the dress code for cadets but… what about the others? Purple, blue and gold? Are there any other colors?” 

     "Red pants... blue helmets... multicolored tunics abound...  Friends, we have entered the Raiding Rainbow!" Zelacious says, finding it quite hilarious.

     "Alright, alright, enough introductions. Let's jump to the important questions - Where's the good stuff?  Who's Getz around here?  You know, you know... the one who can get anything for the right price?  C'mon, every prison has a Getz!  My buddy here needs him some cigars of he'll be getting grouchy, the lizard there is going to need a bunch of mice and such to eat, I'm guessing... And me?  Well, I need a ticket out of here, right?"  Zelacious is oblivious to any shock or disapproval from the Three-keen supply sergeant (or whatever) and keeps on with his prattle and suggestions.  Whether she is part of the Getting system or not, she likely knows those who are.  Oh, Zelacious knows she won't be all open and up front about it but he knows she'll get word to those who need the word that he was the type to take part...

     "...and while I would never do anything illegal or against the rules, right, right?  I most certainly may have a way of procuring things that need getting from people to other people, if you know what I mean..."

Vargach:

With a wide grin, Vargach accepts the red clothing, saying, “Red issssss Warrioirsssss colorssss.  Blood not ssssshow.”  

Dimbo passes over his lent helmet in favor of the more standard issued one without fuss. But where it came to the outfit, the plasmoid eagerly abandoned what little wear he had on for protection's sake in favor of diving head long into one his suits. Though stretchy as the material was, the naturally slovenly ooze man took quite a bit of time trying to reorganize his form into one more suitable for humanoid stature during the ongoing discussion. So much of Zalacious more questionable sounding overtures to the thri-kreen went largely unheard by the plasmoid.

"Ah, there we are! Figure is a touch more muscular and top heavy than preferred, but it should do." He commentates as he took a moment to examine his new figure(remniscent of a certain fortnite skin, for those in the know ;D). As he's busily rearranging everything else back on his person he asks of the thri-kreen, "Fore I forget, will there be a larger orientation ceremony of any kind at some point. Or was the little surprise they had for us before just that?"

Without saying an word, Naidania unceremoniously exchanges helmets, and she takes her package. She does not understand why some of the group cares about the color of their uniform. She waits for the Thri-kreen to answer Dimbo's question, for she would like to know as well.

Nicolae also accepts his package with nothing more than a curt nod and a simple thank you.  Organization seemed important here and he would play his role as well as anyone else.  The map clearly showed the colors and what levels those colors gave access to except when on official business.

"Come along," he called to the others, "We have much to do yet. We'll pass stores on  our way to the bunks." as he headed out the door.

Ozzie grins and with a slap (maybe harder than he realised) on the Hadozees back, "See this one gets it, somethings are just more important than others!" He says as he quickly glares at the commander hadozee. "I do have to say, I'm not particularly fond of the idea of a uniform." He states as he eyes over the red uniform.

Once the group is kitted out, unless one of the other members takes the lead, Ozzie states "Guess I'll find the library meself!"He scans the possible exits and starts wondering off in search of the library.

The Thri-Keen, who is wearing a purple uniform, introduces herself as Sor’Kur before going onto say that there are five colours of uniform: Green - visitors, Red - cadets, Blue - ships crew, Purple - junior officers, Gold - senior officers. At Zalacious spray shemlooks confused before trying to sound out the word getz “Geeetz, I’m sorry I don’t understand this word but this is the Quartmaster’s area and if you want to get something you come here. Of course you get your food elsewhere.” In response to the question about orientation she advises that no there is no further orientation that she is aware of.

The cadets make their way to their quarters for bunk assignment. They find themselves in a single large dormitory where a Giff wearing purple assigns them all a bunk. As Vasrgach approaches his bunk a moon elf, also wearing a red uniform, flips her kitbag onto hips bunk saying “change of plan greenie! This bunk is mine now! Go tell the duty officer this one wasn’t to you liking and you’d prefer that one…” pointing to an unkempt bunk in the noisiest section of the dormitory next to the washrooms “… and we’ll get ourselves swapped over. Tell them you’ve swapped bunks with Vena!”

Vargach:

Having dealt with plenty of impudent youths of his tribe in the past, Vargach recognizes this test for what it is.  He reaches over and easily lifts the moon elf’s bag from his bunk, pushing it towards her, saying, “Bed isssss mine…You wantssss to ssssleep with me, musssst assssk nicely….” as he grins, showing all of his many pointed teeth.

Intimidate:  12

-Insight(DC 18): 13(18). 
(just for funsies)

(Aww~ So close!)

Dimbo, ever the curious one, almost immediately paused while inspecting his own bunk to look to Vargach after having caught wind of the brewing altercation. "Oh my!" He exclaimed at the suggestion, initially fully missing the lizardfolk's intent. But after a moment or two, his wide smile faltered and his hands -- which had promptly snatched up parchment and crude charcoal pencil from his backpack -- slowly lowered with dawning realization.

"Uh, hold on. Just so I'm clear, this -is- one of those mating rituals taking place? I'm not as familiar with such things, but they're on my list of research topics, so I want to make sure my notes here reflect such properly."

Nicolae grinned as Dimbo made his commentary. "Uh, no.  Well, possibly, but I doubt it.  The moon elf thinks they are going to take Vargach's assigned bunk, but I doubt it will work.  Though it does seem that he's open to her sharing it." he laughed out loud as he threw his gear onto his assigned bunk.  He then stepped up to stand with Vargach. 

Speaking to the moon elf he says "Best to move on friend, this bunk isn't worth it." He then smiled at her, and though he himself had been elvish once he wasn't really anymore.  He flashed his fangs at her "He that walketh uprightly walketh surely: but he that perverteth his ways shall be known."

Intimidation 16

     "Alrighty ladies and gentleman, place your wagers!" Zelanski shouts out, ready to play bookie.  "Smart money is on Vargach the Vicious but if you want to make real money you're going to have to bet the underdog..."

     "Though not so much a dog that our scaly one isn't will, if ya know what I mean..."

Ozzy walks into the bunkroom and ungraciously jumps onto one of the lower bunks, which the bunk lets out a loud groan in response. He casts a side glance at the potentially brewing altercation and hisses to Vargach in draconic with a grin.

 He watches the elf to see if its anything than other trying to establish themselves in the pecking order (Insight: 21)

With a wave of her hands, Naidania summons weeds and vines to surround Vena. (STR DC 13)

Politely she says to the Moon Elf. "Excuse me, this bunk was not assigned to you, but to Mr. Vasrgach here. I would advise you that you should go find your assigned bunk."

Shean joins Vargach's attempt to intimidate the other cadet. 

"Ooooh you lucky one... " he says to the elf " You're in for a life's time experience believe me!! I hope you like it rough... last one who shares his bunk couldn't sit for a week, and the back... I mean... that looong nails aren't just for show I can tell... " 

( Trying to HELP Vargach intimidate him) 

Vargach:

Original Intimidation roll with Strength as base stat:  15

Added roll for advantage:  10