First Meeting Slot [D1|EE]

[FX-12]

"It's a meeting more than a party, honestly. But what's the gift? Might be I could point you at a better party for it. Definitely one with more inebriation." She keeps her voice low since she's pretty sure that whatever work they're planning won't really be a gift-giving sort of party either.

She pauses, looking over the loud musician...no he said magician. That was actually significantly less interesting, honestly. "Though...I think that fellow might be doing some roof-raising...even if it isn't a party, eh?"

The magician is enthusiastic, the Droid replied without deprecation. The gift is a pair of shoes. For the infant-class human. They are small.

[Soleene Stryss]

''Well met Soleene!'' his grip was vigorous, to say the least ''There are other mandalorians here you say? That is quite interesting!''

His body language might have been off a bit but his voice seemed to express genuine surprise and excitement

''I have not met another mandalorian for a long while. As for where I was...well...I have been stranded on a volcanic planet for a while after a hunt turned sour. I only managed to get back in civilized space recently before having to honor a debt to Nerra in the name a a brother.''

"Huh, this is really news to you..." she murmured curiously, wondering how he could have missed the memo on the wedding. Maybe he wasn't on the invitation list, although she would have assumed there was some Mandalorian network. Then again, the Empire didn't make getting around easy.

"Consider this your lucky day then. It should be only a matter of time before you run into another one of us around here. Hey, chances are, there's bound to be a good variety of them for better or worse. Heck of a return...and timing too," she nodded to Mara's direction before she got quiet to give her undivided attention.

"Ah, a liberation gig, I see," she said with a few nods.

[J-Richo Toboga]

"Huh, this is really news to you..." she murmured curiously, wondering how he could have missed the memo on the wedding. Maybe he wasn't on the invitation list, although she would have assumed there was some Mandalorian network. Then again, the Empire didn't make getting around easy.

"Consider this your lucky day then. It should be only a matter of time before you run into another one of us around here. Hey, chances are, there's bound to be a good variety of them for better or worse. Heck of a return...and timing too," she nodded to Mara's direction before she got quiet to give her undivided attention.

"Ah, a liberation gig, I see," she said with a few nods.

''Yeah...this will be a worthy endeavor and test of skill'' he did look quite happy about both the rebellion and the new about other mandalorians ''Have you seen any of Clan Toboga? I am duty bound to find them.''

One thing did draw his attention, however, and he could not keep himself from asking

''What did you mean by 'for better or for worse' ?''

[Dhelih Dotaivi]

The magician is enthusiastic, the Droid replied without deprecation. The gift is a pair of shoes. For the infant-class human. They are small.

"Oh..." Dhel is perhaps a bit disappointed that it's not a more easily redirected gift, but also a bit of something less definable. Her expression softens. "Hmm, I think Drezzie might accept them if offered again. Though I get that it's not a party gift then, it's still a really nice baby gift. He couldn't be accepting them at the party or everyone else would feel like they did something wrong by not bringing a gift, you see."

[Soleene Stryss]

"You might be the first other Mandalorian I've seen around here. There could be, I just haven't seen them," she said with a shrug on the matter. It's not like she was all that popular here, she just got here today.

Her helmet turned as she gave a look around the room, was it really her story to tell around here? "Well, let's just say that there's bound to be some who aren't exactly all that inclined into this sort of outfit. Actually, some of them made a mess of things. We're just hoping to pay it back with interest."

[FX-12]

"Oh..." Dhel is perhaps a bit disappointed that it's not a more easily redirected gift, but also a bit of something less definable. Her expression softens. "Hmm, I think Drezzie might accept them if offered again. Though I get that it's not a party gift then, it's still a really nice baby gift. He couldn't be accepting them at the party or everyone else would feel like they did something wrong by not bringing a gift, you see."

FX-12 acknowledges that it placed---Drezzie---in an awkward position, through its efforts to be a benefactor to the community. This was not anticipated in this unit's programming. It appreciates the efforts of Dhel to offer perspective. It offers thanks to Dhel.

[Dhelih Dotaivi]

FX-12 acknowledges that it placed---Drezzie---in an awkward position, through its efforts to be a benefactor to the community. This was not anticipated in this unit's programming. It appreciates the efforts of Dhel to offer perspective. It offers thanks to Dhel.

"Ahh...no problem, Effex. Or do you go by Twelve, or is the whole thing more polite?..." Dhel trails off, awkward for a moment, then pushes her hair back and leans in a bit closer to ask. "So...how'd you end up with this lot? Like...trying to fix old buildings, it sounds like." She glances at all the arms "are you a construction droid?"

[FX-12]

"Ahh...no problem, Effex. Or do you go by Twelve, or is the whole thing more polite?..." Dhel trails off, awkward for a moment, then pushes her hair back and leans in a bit closer to ask. "So...how'd you end up with this lot? Like...trying to fix old buildings, it sounds like." She glances at all the arms "are you a construction droid?"

This unit is the 12th unit of the FX model Medical Assistant Droids. It is used to many monikers. It was designed with a cutting edge diagnostic system, accurate to the tenth decimal for all physical ailments. Mental ailment diagnostics require confirmation from a biological life-form.

It beeps pleasantly.

But this unit is programmed to serve its community as a member of society with special obligations to all sapient beings, so here it is. A radio station is not the full response this unit believes is required of it, but it is willing to assist if that is what the majority are willing to do. There are multiple cures for many ailments, and one must take care not to choose one that exacerbates the disease.

[J-Richo Toboga]

"You might be the first other Mandalorian I've seen around here. There could be, I just haven't seen them," she said with a shrug on the matter. It's not like she was all that popular here, she just got here today.

Her helmet turned as she gave a look around the room, was it really her story to tell around here? "Well, let's just say that there's bound to be some who aren't exactly all that inclined into this sort of outfit. Actually, some of them made a mess of things. We're just hoping to pay it back with interest."

'' 'Oight then.'' he nodded

Still not quite understading her insinuation but...no point to dilly dally

He then pointed to the others

''Know them?''

[Dhelih Dotaivi]

This unit is the 12th unit of the FX model Medical Assistant Droids. It is used to many monikers. It was designed with a cutting edge diagnostic system, accurate to the tenth decimal for all physical ailments. Mental ailment diagnostics require confirmation from a biological life-form.

It beeps pleasantly.

But this unit is programmed to serve its community as a member of society with special obligations to all sapient beings, so here it is. A radio station is not the full response this unit believes is required of it, but it is willing to assist if that is what the majority are willing to do. There are multiple cures for many ailments, and one must take care not to choose one that exacerbates the disease.

"Oh! So Dr. Effex, then?!" Dhel sits back, pleased to settle that, then frowns in puzzlement. "What sort of disease does a radio station cure? Not that one wouldn't be useful here..."

[FX-12]

"Oh! So Dr. Effex, then?!" Dhel sits back, pleased to settle that, then frowns in puzzlement. "What sort of disease does a radio station cure? Not that one wouldn't be useful here..."

Dr. Effex is acceptable. 250% more acceptable than Dr. Pointy. Beep! A radio station will help to treat a large number of diseases. 87% of ailments on Bellionas are currently aggravated by clinical depression, which this unit has determined is being perpetuated by governmental policies. The radio station may help correct some of the isolation felt by this unit's patients. The potential benefits outweigh the current risks by a ratio of 1:5.

[Soleene Stryss]

'' 'Oight then.'' he nodded

Still not quite understading her insinuation but...no point to dilly dally

He then pointed to the others

''Know them?''

Soleene still hadn't quite made up her mind between being 'subtle' or just upfront. At the moment, this wasn't a sort of business to bring up when someone else had the floor at the moment.

She tilted her head at the question and gave a shake of her head at first. "...well, other than the Mister human over there with the moves. Everyone else is probably a friend of a friend, at the moment."

[Dhelih Dotaivi]

Dr. Effex is acceptable. 250% more acceptable than Dr. Pointy. Beep! A radio station will help to treat a large number of diseases. 87% of ailments on Bellionas are currently aggravated by clinical depression, which this unit has determined is being perpetuated by governmental policies. The radio station may help correct some of the isolation felt by this unit's patients. The potential benefits outweigh the current risks by a ratio of 1:5.

"Dr. Pointy?..." Dhel looks at the arms. "Huh...yeah that seems kind of rude. Oh! You know what else helps with depression?" She rifles through her bag and pulls out a flyer to hand the imposing droid. "Music! Maybe dancing. feel free to come by the show*"

Stuffing the rest of the pile back in her bag, she asks "so where do you do your doctoring then?" Dhel couldn't recall having been to a doctor since finished school. She remembered the much smaller nurse droid that gave her a candy once for not pitching a fit during some childhood procedure. That had been a remarkably informative interaction, honestly.

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[FX-12]

FX-12 dutifully places the flyer in a compartment.

This unit assists the human designated "Doc" at the Care-Tent. When you are shot by the Imperials, you should see us! There is a pause. This unit has no fliers for the Care-Tent.

[Dhelih Dotaivi]

FX-12 dutifully places the flyer in a compartment.

This unit assists the human designated "Doc" at the Care-Tent. When you are shot by the Imperials, you should see us! There is a pause. This unit has no fliers for the Care-Tent.

She holds up a hand, palm out. "whoa..who's getting shot now? I've lived my entire life without anyone shooting at me. That's a good record, I think." She glances toward Petra. "hrmm... but... that's in the Lower, yeah? In case I know someone else who's gotten shot or...something. Accidents and stuff."

[FX-12]

Yes, accidents, the droid beeps, perhaps unaware that its blunt prediction may have caused alarm. Yes, the lower. It is:
1) a well-protected place
2) staffed by professionals
3) in need of donations
4) friendly
5) specialized in treating "accidents" of all kinds.

[J-Richo Toboga]

Soleene still hadn't quite made up her mind between being 'subtle' or just upfront. At the moment, this wasn't a sort of business to bring up when someone else had the floor at the moment.

She tilted her head at the question and gave a shake of her head at first. "...well, other than the Mister human over there with the moves. Everyone else is probably a friend of a friend, at the moment."

He observed the room for a few seconds "That would make sense. I will go introduce myself then"

He walked over to where the two humans and saluted them both

Which one is the male?...damn humans...looking all alike

"Hello there comrades!"

[Soleene Stryss]

Soleene begrudgingly followed after J-Richo to see how his introduction to Manny was going to pan out. Not that she was expecting a train wreck to happen but she had to be around just in case. Get the best standing seat in the house, right?

"Hey, Manny," she said to address the human she was referring to directly. "Meet J-Richo of the Clan Toboga. He's been hanging around here for a bit."

[Tyllia Demici]

Were those really mandalorians? Interesting. However, their own interest seemed to be more toward Manny than herself; who apparantly knew one of them. Tyllia just stayed silent for now, observing the encounter.

[Manny Donos]

Soleene begrudgingly followed after J-Richo to see how his introduction to Manny was going to pan out. Not that she was expecting a train wreck to happen but she had to be around just in case. Get the best standing seat in the house, right?

"Hey, Manny," she said to address the human she was referring to directly. "Meet J-Richo of the Clan Toboga. He's been hanging around here for a bit."

"Oh hey... you....!" Manny said, giving the Mandalorian woman (probably) a wave and an enthusiastic smile. "Uh... Soleene, right? From the wedding?" He was, like, 90% sure. All Mandos looked the same... that was okay to say, right? "That's cool. How's it going?"

"And hey there!" He greeted the new guy. "Comrade? Sorry, I don't speak Mandalorian yet. But hey, good to meet you. Manny Donos. I'm a magician." He nodded.