Rocket-propelled Pokemon Tabletop

Team Travelling Circus:
The bartender pointedly ignores any drink orders, and Jack's DEX check on a convincing sleight of hand (10-4=6) isn't all that convincing.

"Get out," says the barkeep. The fishermen in the corner booth shift a bit. Minnie's new friend watches in bemusement.

"So, you met up on the same boat, are getting to know each other better, and you're doing that by forming a circus?"

Vladenie:
You successfully (CHA check: 14) make it look like you don't know your colleagues, and manage to keep the facade up even as Nada scrabbles furiously at it. You pay 250P for what is probably lighter fluid. The barkeep slides it begrudgingly down the counter, not taking his glare off Jack and Nada.

You see the three dudes by the door, a man and a woman eating at another booth, and two other people (plus Minnie's friend) sitting alone. Most conversation stopped as soon as the barkeeper ran out of patience for your colleagues.

Lucian:
You part ways with the older geezers, the only pokemon you see being the dumpster diver's Sentret. The first floor of the hotel building is divided into the currently-closed restaurant, and the hotel reception. The reception's got a tasteful marine theme to it; it opts for a few nice shells and mementos to complement the decor rather than accessorise it. The front desk is unmanned, but for a blue-and-yellow hound that barks once. The porter stumbles out in short order.

"Good morning, sir. Welcome to Seabright Hotel, and Port Charm, it seems?" He gives Lucian a very professional once-over, before deciding he doesn't have to politely dismiss him in the direction of the Pokemon Centre. He then offers Lucian a moment to request a room, but takes the half-second of silence as an invitation to be filled in. "Let's see... we've got single, double, and twin suites all available for tonight, starting from 900 for the single. 1200 if you'd like complimentary brunch at Mrs. Sinistra's next door in the morning."

Sergio and Nariman:
The clinic is fronted by some dude with dreadlocks and scrubs on. He's asleep at the desk, having a good snore and apparently oblivious to your presence. It's not an especially large building, and most of its floor space is occupied by the more sterile conditions of the clinic proper through a door beside the receptionist. You're not entirely certain they've got anywhere to stay the night proper.

Just as you're taking a look around the foyer area, the snoring stops with a grunt.

"Oh, hey dudes. Can I help you at all?"