After three planets worth of journeying, at last Maya arrived at the abode of our campaign's big bad and begins to explore his house and finds his chambers.

GM: "So, are you looking for artifacts? Intel?"

Maya: "Nope, closet."

GM: "Uh, for--"

Maya: "Boxers or briefs?"

GM: "The tidiest of whiteys"

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You ever fail a roll so hard it becomes a success?

Maya's base Rapport of 0 combined with a roll of -3, resulted in the the two parties she was trying to resolve the conflict between creating an alliance to conquer and install themselves as the new ruling class of the planetary ring shipyard.

Much to Maya's chagrin they're calling themselves the Mayanites.

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DM, wistfully: "That was a CR 13 creature. He had all these spells and stuff..."

Poor cultist got pushed into a corner and spent the encounter walking into walls from confusion while our monk punched the shit out of him. He managed to get one spell off but the monk was immune to psychic damage.

The most damage we took was when the rest of the party wandered off and started on the puzzle in the middle of combat. It solved itself a little violently.

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GM: The cultists believe that being consumed by the creature will join them as one human within it. So, he's going to fling himself at the creature to try to meld with it. Are you going to do anything about it?

Maya: -shrug- It's their prerogative to be eaten by whatever they like. They're informed adults.

Maya: Though maybe I should tell them I'm going to murder the shit out of this creature in a bit. That's probably relevant information.

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Maya attempts to investigate the predation of the herd creatures on the ethical meat planet, but ends up getting sucked into an internet rabbit hole of a seemingly unrelated conspiracy theory cum cult.

That's the problem with having a brain augmentation: even if your intuitive leaps make no goddamn sense, you still have to pay attention to them.

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Maya and Elian attended a ritzy charity auction. Immediately proceeded to systematically drug every person she encountered and then get into a brawl in the bathrooms.

This is why you don't get invited places, Maya.

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GM: "There'll also be a mixer for elbowing some big wigs---"

Me: "You mean rub elbows?"

GM: "Hah! Yes, I do. But knowing Maya, elbowing is more likely."

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DM turns away to take care of something in the house. Few minutes later returns to hear the elaborate plan we've hatched involving about half the patches of the robe of useful items, including sacks, ropes, and an iron door.

Spoiler: It was not successful.

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