Surprise hug the elf from behind!
This... is not the direction I would've gone. But hey, why not.
Yell "Rodriguez! My buddy! Where've you been all these years?". Then hug him.
+1, but be prepared to pull back, fight, and or/ surrender our money, in case it's not Rodriguez. As we've learned from that run in with the Reefers, cases of mistaken identity are rarely appreciated.
+1
((You know what? I'll rock with this!))
"Rodriguez!" you yell at the top of your lungs. "My buddy! Where have you been all these years?!" Right as you finish, you bull rush the Elf for a hug. He only has a few moments to stare in complete confusion as you embrace him tightly, lifting him a few inches off the ground.
"What the--hey!" He struggles, but to no avail. He's too weak to fight back. That is until he (somehow) nimbly produces a knife from somewhere on his person and gives you a small poke in your wrist, causing you to yelp and drop him. "You got a death wish or something? If I had spilled my cauldron of lullaby I'd have whooped your ass!"
"Lullaby?" asks one of the Lunarians. "You mean that no-dream drug from the Projects? Isn't that stuff illegal?"
"Yes. Very." the other Lunarian replies. "Especially in the city of Catatonia. Why were you mixing lullaby--especially with the intent to board a bus with that big old pot?" Lunarians always were too inquisitive for their own good. This causes the Elf--who is clearly not Rodriguez--to start behaving oddly. His eyes grow wide and dart this way and that before settling on you.
"You", he spits. "Now look! I got these nosy-ass rabbits up my ass! You--you must wanna steal my lullaby! You with the Ricers? Hey--I'm a Stargazer. That means I gotta shave you." Before you muster a reply, his knife begins to glow a faint blue color. He slowly steps towards you brandishing it with the same unhinged look in his eyes. "Hold still, fool. I'm cuttin' you for trying to steal from me!"
>"Ricers? What's that? Hey, I don't know nothin' about that!"
>"Trying to steal? What are you talking about? I thought you were someone else--my bad!"
>"Back the hell up!"
>Do something else (write in).
>Also, vote on a bonus . . . (combat, charisma, intelligence, dexterity)
Despite the name and the connotation that couples with it, the Projects aren't, in fact, a poor area. At least in the usual sense of the word. The Projects are a converted series of tunnels that were once mining cities for dwarves in Catatonia during the Greater Catatonia Gold Rush 50 years ago. Since the gold dried up and the Dwarves began surfacing and leaving their sub-terran lives behind, the Projects became just that--a literal urban experiment to see if the nation could bring appeal to sub-urban (pun intended) real estate. Most of the suspicion and fear that comes from mentioning the Projects is not that it's poor and that less-than-savoury characters live there -- Dwarves of all people are hardy enough to stand it -- but the fact that a mythical city is said to live deep underground. This city is said to be unnamed and populated entirely by Elves, with different depths that separate citizens according to class. The most numerous class is the Lamplit, Elves who live just below middle-class/above the crushing poverty/third-world line.