Slow by nature (and due to her rather small size), Azhanti seemed at a disadvantage in this game of (literal) cat and mouse.  She sprinted as fast as her short legs would carry her, but the huge (at least from her perspective) feline was much faster and more adept in this environment.

Azhanti gasped in pain as the big cat's claws raked her blue-skinned back, slicing through her black t-shirt.  The sharp claws bit deep into her skin and fluorescent-tinged blood welled up through the wound.  Only timely intervention by Ocean allowed her to wriggle free and bolt towards the portal.

Glancing over her shoulder, the diminutive blue-skinned mutant urged her companions, "Go! Quick ... through the door..."  She stumbled through the circular door, virtually tripping over the threshold.  Her breathing was ragged from the exertion and Azhanti found herself on her hands and knees, unable to stand with her legs burning and trembling from the sprint (and the near death experience).

Once the pain from her claw marks on her back set in, Azhanti gingerly try to turn and stand.  But failing that, simply slumped to her knees and warily regarded the chamber, the door, and the goats.  Another small holding pen... she noted glumly.

[Language unknown: "Ilusti?"] she called out tentatively in the language of machines that the voice had been addressing them in.

In reply to Mutant Master (msg # 163):

Once through the door, Sylvia looked around the room with wild wariness, seeking out any additional threats; she spun as the door slid shut behind them, trapping the group in the room with the goats. For a second she considered trying to zap it with her energized, sparking hand, but the sound of the humongous dire cat outside killed that thought as surely as it would have slaughtered her -- had it caught her. Which, because of the warning they'd been given, it had not. After a moment of thought, the electrical energy coiled on Sylvia's hand sputtered, then dissipated, leaving behind only the faint smell of ozone.

As the adrenaline wore off, Sylvia slumped, and her hand -- now entirely back to normal -- dropped to gently caress the purple, blue, and black marks forming all along her legs, where she'd run almost face-first into that fallen tree trunk. After another moment of thought, Sylvia forced herself straight.

"Everyone make it?" she asked, and began hobbling around to make sure that no one had been left outside in their mad rush to safety -- or more accurately, she mused, relative safety. "Time to regroup. We didn't lose nobody, right?"

Memphis takes up the tail position and passes into the door after everyone else makes it in, holding his shield up as he backs in case the cat managed to follow them. "I don't think we lost anyone but the critter took off a piece of me." he gestures with one of his floating blades at the bleeding gash on his back. "If anyone can patch that up, I'd appreciate it. Probably wouldn't have been hurt so bad if we just grouped up and put the beast down."

Alyx shook his head and calmed himself. He took in a deep breath, focusing. There was a soft blue glow on his wounds and the sound of...someone placing a bandage over them it kind of sounded like. The wounds lessened and he breathed a bit easier.

He glanced at Mephis. "Mmm...the only way I currently have to...'heal' someone," and he made air quotes around the word 'heal' with his hands, "would be to transfer some of your wounds to myself and then heal myself."
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When they get there and into safety, "Son of the biscuit that hurt."  Ocean says as she pulls out her wand and uses it to heal herself before walking up to Mephis and using her wand on him as well.  "Hopefully this helps."

(OOC - Using two charges, down to 15 but will have to double count.  If I recall it max heals as not in combat if you need me to roll let me know.  Either way 9HP healed on each.

Comprehend language still up.)

The goats just look at everyone dumbly as they chew whatever is in their collective mouths for a few seconds before continuing on to do what they naturally do: Turn plant matter into fertilizer. Even given their larger size, they act very much like normal goats. Beyond the closed door, the party can barely hear the large cat outside grumble, the deep baritone of it felt more than heard.

The party begins to address their wounds when a door, much to small for the goats to get through, on the opposite side opens to reveal a lit hallway. "," a voice calls out from all around you. The goats jump for a moment at the voice, but they otherwise don't react. Then two men come from the hallway to stand on either side of the door. They are wearing simple clothing made completely from animal skins and are carrying large metal staffs. They aren't holding them in a threatening manner, but they do look both cautious and concerned.

"Please enter the doorway."  Ocean translates for the group.  Ocean says as she walks up to the guards, "Hi there."  She says introducing herself to see if they even talk but not wanting to be threatening in the least.  "I am Ocean and hopefully you can understand we are not overtly threatening."  She says trying to keep things calm.

Diplomacy - 16  (+4 (Pheromones), +3 if they find Ocean attractive)

07:54, Today: Ocean rolled 16 using 1d20+12 ((4)).

Sylvia studied the hallway -- and the two guards -- for a long moment, then her eyes cut toward her companions.

"Anyone else finding this strangely familiar?" she asked in a low whisper. Still, she hobbled her way slowly toward the hallway with the others, letting her gaze wander where it could as she studied the men, their staffs, and the hallway beyond.

Alyx turned to look at the door the door in surprise then over at Azhanti, lowering his voice to ask, "what'd the voice say?" but Ocean translated before she had a chance. He then let out a sigh as it was exactly what one might say after opening a door.

He glanced at Sylvia, "not in a good way, but yes."

He frowned for a moment before smoothing his face and heading towards the door, intending to enter.

Azhanti stood and nodded to Ocean's translation, "At least, they said 'please' ..."  Though she had no idea what the others were talking about with respect to deja vu.  She stood slowly, taking her time given her injuries.  And after a moment, her skin shimmered slightly and the grime and dirt sloughed off of her, her clothing, and her pack as she used a touch of Prestidigitation to clean up a bit.  The 'Disturbed' logo on her t-shirt was visible once more.

Still moving gingerly, she then reached into her pack and pulled out a small vial.  She was almost ready to quaff the contents, when the healing wave from Moonlight washed over her.  Her diminutive frame shuddered slightly as the healing took effect, the wounds on her back began to close, and while they weren't fully healed - there was still a lot of discoloration and scabbing, that she knew would leave some scarring; Azhanti was able to move a bit more freely.  She nodded with genuine thanks to the winged elf.  She placed the potion back in her pack.

Only then, did the short, blue-skinned mutant move to comply with the disembodied voice's request and fall in line to exit the goat pen via the hallway.  She smiled at the two guards as she passed between them.

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[OOC:  Azhanti will use Prestidigitation to clean up a bit, then get healed; she was down more than half her HP - but not anymore!]
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Moonlight waits until everybody's in and safe.  He then sets about looking at everybody's wounds.  Patching then up with his witch Magic.
We are going to have to deal with that thing when we are a little more powerful.  He says too the group.

He stays back and keeps his bow low so as not to frighten the people that appear.

I think this is our new normal, Sylvia.

Ooc
Everybody is healed 12 hp.
If the GM allows Moonlight stops Alyx using his power point and stops Azhanti using her potion.

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At Moonlight's touch, Sylvia flinched, almost as if she expected that she might be shocked instead of healed, and a cloud crossed her face; after a second, she nodded her reluctant acknowledgement of Moonlight's actions.

"Thank you," she said, trying not to sound conflicted about the assistance. "And yeah -- new normal. Great." She managed to twist out a wry smile at that, before shrugging off whatever seemed to have bothered her.

Moving forward, she paused at the doorway to look at the two guards.

"Thank yas for helpin' us avoid that... giant cat," she said. She wasn't sure how else to describe the thing -- it was far larger than any feline she'd ever seen, or even heard stories of. She peered at them for some reaction, curious to see if they understood Common or not, before giving a curt nod of thanks and continuing into the hallway with the others.

Mephis looks at the strangers askance and then to his party "Ya, a little familiar. Just so you know I'm not running this time so make sure they play nice."

His wound heals up "Thanks Moonlight. I don't really think that cat was that tough. We would have made it into kababs in a straight fight."

An older man shuffles through the doorway after the others. He is dressed in the same attire as the others, but his staff is clearly made more for walking than the weapons of the others. "," he says as he tries to catch his breath. He looks flushed and a little bit of sweat as started to bead on his bald head. "I am the Director of the Greater Midlothian Metroplex Zoo. I'm sorry that you were put into danger, but you did come in through one of the enclosures. Please, please follow me. We have some refreshments set up in our Welcome Center." While he does speak common for the rest of it, his words are very slow, giving the indication that he's not fluent in the language.


The two younger men, that look like they might be twins, move to help the old man and to direct you lot through the doorway away from the horse sized goats. At any hesitancy he says, "Come come I will answer any questions once we can sit down and relax. Or if you prefer I can answer questions now, but I'd rather be sitting down. My hip is hurting so I can't stand for very long."

OCC: Do y'all want to follow or have him answer questions now?
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Azhanti watched elderly gentleman with the cane approach.   Her graphite-tinged hair bobbed as she bowed her head slightly when he greeted them in machine language, responding in kind, [Language unknown: "Icaingwer."]  A slightly bemused smile touched her lips.

"Thank you for your timely intervention." she added with genuine enthusiasm and switching to Common, when the elderly man did.  "Zoo?" the blue-skinned mutant ask a bit of confused incredulity creeping into her two-toned voice.  But, as the old gentleman seemed to be laboring, she paused - fingers dancing and nano-threads and bots streaming forth from her fingertips to make another quasi-holographic construct - and created a single-seat wheeled conveyance for him to rest upon.  She motioned to conjured carriage, "Please sit, sir.  You look winded."

Once seated, Azhanti demonstrated that she could direct the thing to go where they needed, "Where should we go, while we talk?"

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[OOC:  Azhanti will use her mystical connection to use Shadow Conjuration to do Conjure Carriage (taken some liberties as to the form, since a horse-drawn carriage doesn't seem entirely appropriate for a post-apocalypse setting like this - but, I can do it, if others feel differently, and the size, since it doesn't really specify.  I figure a single person sized self-driving, open-top platform was still in scope (Mutant Master, correct me if I am wrong).  Especially since it doesn't need to move that fast or far (and the terrain/hallway doesn't seem too treacherous).]

In reply to Mutant Master (msg # 178):

Sylvia's face warred between distrust of others and sympathy for this older gentleman who'd obviously made the effort to meet them personally. She finally managed to settle upon a form of guarded curiosity. One eyebrow quirked at Azhanti's efforts to ingratiate herself with the gentleman, but Sylvia said nothing; instead, she gestured for the others to follow, and walked along with the Director and Azhanti, looking around at the surroundings curiously again -- still obviously very much on guard.

OOC:
No idea if these should be separate checks or not, so I'll err on the side of excess! Knowledge(History) check results on...

• ... Greater Midlothian Metroplex: 30
• ... Zoo: 22
• ... Welcome Center: 22

Also, just for the fun of it, Sense Motive check result on the Director: 23
12:21, Today: Sylvia rolled 30,22,22,23 (30,22,22,23) using 1d20+10,1d20+10,1d20+10,1d20+4 ((20,12,12,19)).

Ocean for the most part just follows along but does not really have anything to add at all but does spend her time scanning the entire area and seeing what is all there.  Especially since the word Zoo was dropped but seemed like Azhanti had that questions kind of covered.

Perception - 13

(OOC - 19:32, Today: Ocean rolled 13 using 1d20+5 ((8)).)

Alyx kept his guard up a bit, even as things seemed to calm down and be friendly with the newcomers. The old man said something Alyx didn't understand again before switching to the more common tongue. Even with that, there were words that meant nothing to Alyx. His eyes widened as Azhanti tried to make something magically to help the old man along.

After their last encounter with others that seemed to be more in-tune with technology and whatnot, Alyx was keeping a close watch on their 'hosts' for anything...sinister or alarming.

20:09, Today: Alyx rolled 20 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 13.  Sense Motive.

The old man is surprised and seems genuinely impressed by the sudden carriage appearing. "I appreciate the gesture young lady," he says with a smile, "but we'll have to climb some stairs to get where we're going and I'm afraid that just won't fit nor would it be very comfortable climbing up them, I'm afraid. Thank you very much." The guards on the other hand are quick to be ready to fight, especially since she started casting a spell without warning, but a word from the Director calms them. While the Director seems genuine and unconcerned with your actions, the guards remain suspicious and nervous given that you lot outnumber then 3 to 1.

As the group enters the area behind the goat pen, a large open hallway, the roof roughly 50 feet above your heads and about 15 feet wide, goes out to the left and the right in an obvious slow curving way. Metallic stairs ending in metal walkways lead up to what look like windows almost 30' up seeming to look into where you just arrived, if higher than the pens. Lights are set into the walls as well as high in the ceiling which casts the area in a small bit of shadow, but not enough that it would make it difficult to move about.

As you walk the Director is helped by the guards as several other people can be seen moving about. Men and women of various ages, a few as old as the Director, but most are middle aged with a few teenagers sprinkled in. There aren't enough of them that the place is crowded, but enough that you are not always alone with just the guards and the Director. Some watch you all with interest, while others talk quietly to each other as they watch you pass.

Oh, and they all look very similar to each other.

"Please, have a look," the Director says as y'all walk by a set of these windows. Inside this one, which is just above where you came out of, shows the jungle you just ran through and the large cat padding around the opening you ran through. It seems agitated as it looks for your group, sniffing the air and making such a deep growl that you can feel it in your body. "That is a tiger and we have so many animals that are on display, but I'm sure you are thirsty after your brush with certain death. And we can return to look at more later."

He then leads you, barring anyone stopping him, passed other windows, each one with a different terrain inside. Every animal you see is at least twice the size of a normal animal. Finally, after about 15 minutes of walking, or flying in Moonlight's case, the party arrives at a small door that is opened for you to a fair sized room with a table in the middle of it. Fresh fruits are set up in bowls, with many unrecognizable to you and you can only assume they are fruits given the identifiable ones in the same bowl as them. A pitcher of water has also be placed on the table near the fruits with cups to drink from. By this time, the old man is huffing from the exertion and takes the closest seat with a sigh. "Please, have a drink and something to eat. Then I will answer your questions." One of the guards pours the Director a drink and hands him a piece of fruit that looks like a yellow rounded pastry. He takes a bite as you can almost hear the slush of juice as he bites into it. "We will have a proper meal coming soon, but we can talk while we wait."

In reply to Mutant Master (msg # 183):

Sylvia threw the guards a look of sympathy at their skittishness; she'd be just as nervous if their situations were reversed. Still, she made sure to keep an eye on them as well as those they passed. Skittishness might be understandable, but it could also lead to unintentional (and unfortunate) escalations -- and Sylvia wanted to be prepared if things escalated, regardless of the whys or hows.

Although the crowds drew Sylvia's attention -- and how could they not, given the threads of similarity tying them all together -- she took a moment to look back into the enclosure that they'd been rescued from. Her eyes traced back down the stairway and hall to the door they'd entered through; from there, she tried to track back along the paths to the place where they'd entered the enclosure originally. Once she found it, she glanced back at the giant cat that had attacked them. Finding herself a bit left behind, she turned and caught up to the group.

She tried to study the other people as they walked, but each set of windows drew her eyes, and she examined the creatures inside with great interest. Not long enough to slow the procession, but just in passing.

In the room with the table, however, she finally paused to take in the spread. A quick glance at each of the others assessed their states of mind, as well as warned -- as best it could -- that they should retain at least somewhat wary; then slowly she sat, choosing a seat that was a few spaces down from the Director.

"You said that this is a zoo? In a Metroplex?" She glanced at the others again, before looking back at the Director. "I... was under the impression that there were no such places left."

Ocean still just stares in the wonderment that is before her.  Franky she does not care about the history or anything.  To her this is just kind of nifty all around.  As such she stays quiet and follows the group...quiet save for some low level humming.  And that is subconscious.  Unless she bade to be silent.

And that is how she continues until she sits down with the others finding a seat that does not matter where and just appreciates and waits.

Azhanti seemed a bit crest-fallen that the elderly man didn't use her construct, but tried not to let it show.  She understood when she saw the stairs, but was pretty sure that she could have made it work.  But she didn't want to push it.  So, she just tagged a long, letting the carriage unravel and reabsorbing all of the nanobots and carbon-fiber thread back into her fingertips.

"Tiger..." she repeated when warned about the large feline that had attacked them, letting the word roll around in her mouth.  She'd seen the work... probably in her survival manual.  Or maybe it was a children's book.  But the live cat was much scarier and any representation that she'd seen before.

She watched the other inhabitants with genuine and obvious fascination, gawking at them as much as they seemed to be gawking at her.  The homogeneous nature of the population was quiet curious.  She'd never seen anything quite like it.

When they reached the welcome area, the blue-skinned mutant sat down eagerly and began to pull various foods onto her plate, preparing to eat.  But when Azhanti noticed Sylvia's gaze, she stopped taking food and sat quietly with her hands on her lap.  Waiting.  And listening to the conversation.  And looking hungry and hungrily at the food arrayed before them.

Alyx repressed a shudder when they were shown the creature apparently called a "tiger". He turned quickly away from it, giving a weak smile at the mention of thirst and hunger. The other windows showed other terrain and sometimes creatures, and that was much more interesting and less fear-inducing. Though...they were all very large.

He cautiously took a fruit, deliberately taking one he wasn't familiar with. He was much less prone to poison these days so figured he was a safer bet for that sort of thing. He took a taste and marveled at the unusual-to-him flavor a moment.

"Um...can I ask why the animals are all so...large?"

The man takes a drink as he is sweating to the point that rings of moisture have started to form under his arms and round his neck. To Sylvia's questions he answers, "Well it is just the name of this place. My predecessor called it that, so I have as well. Never really knew what it meant."

To Alyx he answers, "Of course you may. How kind of you to ask first." He picks up the yellow piece of fruit that looks like a large honeycomb and takes a bite of the juicy flesh. "To that we don't really know. I'm sure you all saw all the pipes just outside of the tiger's enclosure, hmmm? Well once an animal dies, it creates another one in its place. We don't know why or how it works, just that it always has."

As he talks a group of three more people, 2 women and a man, come in with a cart that hovers slightly above the floor. The cart is almost as tall as a man and looks to have a large door on one side. The cart settles slowly to the floor and then the man opens it up to reveal shiney meal domes on what look like plates. "Ah!" The old man says in excitement, "Dinner is ready. I wonder what we'll be having today." The three people, again with very similar facial features, start setting these domes in front of everyone with the Director getting the last one. Several pictures of the water that looks as clean and clear as the water on Io.

Lifting the domes reveals a large slab of meat that is coated in various herbs and spices as well as a baked potato with butter and some odd green sticks that might be vegetables. The smells of the steak and vegetables is mouthwatering as your stomachs all collectively growl which causes the Director to laugh gently. "Please, enjoy." He then picks up a fork and knife and starts cutting into his meal while the other three handle the cart, pushing it to one corner of the room.

Mephis had been on guard the whole time but honestly they old man seemed genuine and nice enough even if they kept odd pets. The techy looking surroundings and everyone looking the same still made him uneasy thinking of the doomed people of Io.

The machines pop out new animals? he thought to himself. He looked at the Director and his men. Maybe they were just a family, but maybe animals weren't the only thing the machines created...

His eyes widened as he saw the meal and his guard lowered, his weapons all coming to rest behind his seat. But then he thought for a moment "Looks delicious... But, is it tiger or something?" not that he wouldn't eat it, he had spent weeks eating roaches and rats before be at least he liked to know!