<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Sorry I'm late with this. Classes just started for ne recently.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Once people started wandering off to bed, Mindy had finally opted to take her bath. Or baths as the case would be. In between a dinner of mixed fruits, a few mental activites and practices, and her elven meditation, she had gone in and out of the bath several times. With a little sensory manipulation, a bubbling hot tub mde for a good imitation belly. Just close your eyes, imagine a few gurgling noises, and then rewrite your sense of touch tp make the bathtubs lining feel squishy. It wasn't the real thing, but it did wonders for Mindy and her overactive imagination.<br/><br/>If her psicrystal could breath, it would sigh. instead, it simply waited by the door with the rest of it's masters belongings. It made no attempt to stop her. knowing that she probably needed some cheering up. Especially considering what she had learned of her friend's fate.<br/><br/>She had already known that Cale was gone. Even if he was just trying to avoid her, she would have still felt some kind of resistance whenever she attempted to find him telepathically. But there was no resistance, no link, he simply... wasn't there. It wasn't so much the fact that he was dead that was bothering her, but in the way he died. She had hoped it was something he had brought on himself. Pushing someone too far with a pickup line, or not telling the difference between lust and hunger in a woman's eyes. He had once joked that the worse thing that could happen to him was being permanently attached to a ladies curves.<br/><br/>But instead, he had let himself be lead into the Nezibolgia cult's temple to let  gods know what happen to him; Cut up and shared between the amazons spotted with him; used as a sacrifice for one of the upper echelon, possibly losing his soul if they were fiendish; or worse, indoctrinated to make use of his charms and fascination to draw more people to that place. It may have sounded ludicrous to others, but at this point, she hoped that Cale was *just* dead.<br/><br/>But now, after four days travel, five friends dying, and a week of being scared of her own shadow in this town, she could finally soak away her troubles, knowing that things were finally starting to improve.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Spending 7 Power Points to manifest <a class="postlink" href="http://www.d20srd.org/srd/psionic/powers/correspond.htm">Correspond</a> to contact her clients and give a report.<br/><br/>Spending 7 Power Points to manifest <a class="postlink" href="http://www.d20srd.org/srd/psionic/powers/psychicReformation.htm">Psychic Reformation</a>, spending 100 Experience to go back 2 levels, reallocating 2 skill points from Knowledge(Psionics) to Gain the Skill Trick "<span style="text-decoration: underline">Collector of Stories</span>".<br/><br/>Spending 3 Power Points to manifest<a class="postlink" href="http://www.d20srd.org/srd/psionic/powers/falseSensoryInput.htm">False Sensory Input</a> on Mindy, who opts to take a 1 to manipulate her senses.<br/> *New Day (PP: 128/128)*</div></div></div><br/>----<br/>Meanwhile, the refugees had been trying to make the most of their current accomodations. Getting cleaned off, and having something to eat other than died rations or slave-slop.<br/><br/>Aeravel, If give consent, look's through the Heodo equipment, trying to figure out what weapon he should use. Vonerys had attempted to introduce himself and the others to Lin, hoping to make the young squirrel girl feel more welcomed. The Kethartens, upon learning that Mindy wasn't using her room, took the opportunity to be alone together for the night, not knowing if they'd ever have the chance again.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">--Morning--</span><br/><br/>Mindy stirred from her trance. Feeling refreshed and energized, she changed out of the bathrobe she had rested in, and into her regular blue travelling attire.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Ready for today?"</span>Her psicrystal pinged.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"More or less."</span>She replied.<span style="font-style: italic">"Let's see... I need to talk to miss Jaroneva about what she know's, get a new shelter ready for the refugees, finally go over ro the stadium with the others, and see what we can do about the Sogluyem... No need to rush just yet though. Need to see if everone else in awake first"</span><br/><br/>She groomed herself a bit before walking out of the bathing room, feeling more comfortable than she had in weeks. She walked into the central room without a care. "Good morning, all. I hope everyone's well rested. We have quite th day ahead of us."