Before Katie was the interior of the bustling Regina Downport.  Passing through the security checkpoint, where the planet's authority ended, and the Imperium's began, the Starport Authority security man gave her a bit of a nod, along with a friendly smile.  Perhaps her story had been circulating?  His action didn't seem condescending or demeaning--more understanding, if anything.<br/><br/>Ship crews and passengers headed in various directions, some arriving, some departing.  A rowdy looking crew with bright blue coverals laughed and joked in a small bar off to one side of the main passageway, and one of them, a shorter man, young looking, with short dark hair, eyed her as she walked past.<br/><br/>Eventually, she'd come to the Spacehands' Guild office, the place that most everyone who crewed ships came to when they wanted work.  Her membership was still active from when she signed on with Cosmica, and that membership would hopefully get her a new berth somewhere.<br/><br/>On the outside of the office was a bank of flatscreen monitors, showing arrivals, departures, and holdovers.  (One of the departing ships was her old ship, something likely to generate some kind of emotion.  It showed the ship leaving in about an hour, with the destination being another inhabited moon of the Gas Giant that Regina orbitted.)<br/><br/>Inside the office, more flatscreens showed positions either wanting to be filled by some ship whose captain had an empty slot in his crew, or, they showed jobs that a crewman or woman wanted, but couldn't find.  Around her, light beige walls held posters of scenes of ships taking off or landing in dramatic locales, while scattered around the room were four desks with computer terminals--one used by a woman in the same bright blue coveralls that she'd seen before, at the bar, while another was in use by an older, grizzled-locking, man, who would read an entry, shake his head and go on to read another listing.<br/><br/>Behind the desks, two private offices flanked the main exit of the guild office.  Plexiglass walled off the offices, but allowed people to see in and out of them, allowing her to see that the one on her left was empty.  But the one on the right held a crewman wearing an older kind of coverall, one showing years of use.  The crewman spoke to a tall, thin man wearing a stylish suit--probably the local rep for the guild.  The two men spoke quietly, though words drifted to her from the hallway that held doors leading to those back offices on the left and right.<br/><br/>[--Does she want to look at the computer screens for the positions open for hire?  Her computer-0 skill would allow her to do that without rolling--just tell me she wants to do it and have her sit at an open computer.<br/>--Perhaps she'd like to be all sneaky, and try to see what the woman or man seated at one of the other computer desks is doing, or try to overhear what the two in the office in the back are saying to each other.  That will take a Dex roll to achieve the proper level of sneakiness with out arousing too much suspicion.<br/>--You could even make your way back to that bar with the ship crew and try to insinuate yourself into their little party.  That would take a carousing roll, adding your intelligence mod (maybe you tell a good joke, or mention a funny story that is a sort of gee-whiz current event on Regina) and I'll even throw in a +1 for the trade (ship's crew) level 0 skill.<br/>--Or, you could do something completely unexpected by me.  Go for it!  But let me know what it is, hmmm?<br/>--So, pick one option for now, and figure out what it is you want to do.  If you need to roll, do the 2d6 thing, and add whatever modifiers, then tell me what you get.]<br/><br/>{And, how is this, so far?  :)  }