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DiscoDude: Session logging commenced
GM: "Just as long as I'm not carrying the whole team, snookum." Alexx gives you a wink and a blown kiss, Dovelia, but it all seems more provocative than flirtatious. "Oh," he says a bit quieter now, "and I notice you weren't looking at my basket, but I got us some Punching-Slab Beef (Savory) [!!] and Abyssal Scallops (Cool) [!!]. I'm gonna make us some wicked surf-n-turf."
Dovelia: "...I don't doubt you will," Dovelia says, her feelings ambiguous.
GM: The other selections go by quickly: Buzel snags up Mimi, and with no other allies to pick, Professor Norstar selects Mz. Cozo once again.
GM: "It seems the last bidder in the running is Chef Lithia," says Holly, "at just one unit offered! You get your pick of chefs Ramsay, Lyzalba, and Ratatoskr! Who will you choose?"
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr has a hand covering his mouth. he mutters something under his breath "Moment of truth..."
GM: "..." Lithia seems to think for a moment.
GM: She walks up to you, Ratatoskr.
GM: "Kneel."
Dovelia: ("ALLY...OR BETRAY?")
Ratatoskr: "..." Ratatoskr Does so, both heads look down.
GM: ...
GM: "... It seems my mind is made up." She leans down to place a quick peck on the top of your right head.
Ratatoskr: Ah, both heads smile, but particularly the right one.
Reality Glitch: ((Why does Ratatoskr yield fealty to Lithia, again? Is it just their resemblance to Ratatoskr's native social ecosystem?))
GM: (Might also be a mix of being supposed to be in alliance, and mild attraction.)
Dovelia: rolls her eyes. So be it. If it means defeating this royal twit, she'll march through purgatory itself.
Ratatoskr: Purgatory with SPICE.
Reality Glitch: ((Wait; I thought Dovelia hated royalty.))
Reality Glitch: ((Nevermind; I misread "defeating" as "defending".))
Dovelia: (yeah, defeating)
GM: (She does, which is what's being made apparent here, as the true depths of Lithia's pompousness is revealed.)
GM: "With that, only chef Ramsay and chef Lyzalba remain! Having bet nothing, yourselves, it seems that you both had your partner decided by the collective!"
"I mean... Did any of you even consider me!" Cocoa looks hurt, but she shakes it off, lost in thought about what's coming next. Gwystan doesn't say a word, but doesn't look particularly perturbed.
Ratatoskr: "Awwww Yeah, We are gonna DESTROY them!" Ratatoskr looks pretty excited, he even does a fist pump.
GM: "And now it's time for the second round. If you will all follow me outside, chefs! And don't be afraid to spend everything; it's use it or lose it!"
Ratatoskr: "Hell YEAH, Let's do it!"
Reality Glitch: Rachelle follows Holly outside.
GM: Outside in the empty parking lot, Chairwoman Maalu is waiting for you.
"Good afternoon, chefs. Holly has informed me of the teams already. I'm sure you're wondering what kind of Final Cook-Off you will face in this episode. Normally, we would not divulge that information until it is time to commence, but due to the nature of what you will be buying with your remaining funds, I'm afraid it will be... somewhat obvious."
Dovelia: looks at her three cards and gulps.
GM: There's suddenly a La Cucaracha-tuned honking cacophony as what seems to be a whole fleet of hover-trucks careen into the parking lot. You recognize them as food-trucks now that they've gotten close. Some are sputtering a little, and the driver of one of shinier trucks comes to a stop first and gets out ahead of the rest of the pack.
GM:
Dovelia: "Ramen trucks? This is going to be a contest about noodles?" Dovelia says, confused. She's never actually been to one that didn't sell noodles.
GM: "Shucks howdy! Gotcher food-trucks right on cue here, Chairwoman!" He lets out a whistle as similarly dressed space-bikers get out and start unloading what seems to be their personal bikes from the backs of the trucks.
Ratatoskr: "Wh-What is..." Ratatoskr is absolutely overloaded by the musico-visual overload. "Is-is that...space food truckers?"
Reality Glitch: Rachelle just stands there, dumb founded and mouth agape.
GM: "Not quite," says the Chairwoman. "These are merely the delivery crew. You have your bikes all unloaded, I trust."
"Yeah, they're secure. Naw, it's gonna be you guys that'll be running these bad boys!" ... "Er, assumin' yer the chefs I hwas told about."
Dovelia: looks about. "We are, but...I don't understand..."
Reality Glitch: "We're making take-out?"
Dovelia: blinks and realizes the scope of the challenge ahead of her.
GM: "Indeed," says the Chairwoman. "The Final Cook-Off on Hawa-2 will be Food-Truck Wars!"
The bikers grouped up in the back whoop and holler.
"HA! Calm yerselves, gang!" The head biker waves back at them.
"Which leads us to the second and final round of bidding," says Holly. "You'll notice that not all these trucks are made equal."
Ratatoskr: "..." He gives a look to Lithia with a similar cheek-to-cheek smile as when he choose her, then he looked towards Holly and asked her: "We get to be Space Food Cart-men?"
Dovelia: "Hold on." Dovelia steps forward, unconsciously flashing her three gold cards like a fan. "So our remaining funds are to be used to purchase our...food trucks?"
Ratatoskr: "Rent, most likely, considering this is the cook-off theme!"
GM: Indeed, two of them still seem to be audibly sputtering, while two others look shiny and brand new; the remaining three seem relatively normal.
"Correct!" Holly just smiles. "Let's see it; everybody show how much you have left!"
GM: "Ooh, ooh! We have twelve!" Cocoa holds up the amount she and Gwystan were able to pool.
"Psst," Alexx is trying to get your attention, Dovelia. "I still gots one left after getting you, make sure to include that."
Reality Glitch: Rachelle raises her hand with the seven (7) credits left.
GM: And Greto holds up his four next to that. "We have eleven, it seems."
Reality Glitch: Her expression blank with a 1,000-yard stare.
Dovelia: sighs, takes Alexx's card, and holds up hers with as much bravado as she can muster. "Four, here."
Ratatoskr: "..." Ratatoskr looks at Lithia again. "We...have...3."
GM: "Two," Lithia corrects. "I spent mine getting you, remember?"
GM: "TEN! TEEEEEEEEEEEEN!"
"Mein Gott, you have already spent this, idiot monkey! I have one, meanvile."
Dovelia: allows herself a smirk. Her funds may be paltry, but she still has an advantage over the royal twit and her two-headed pet.
GM: The Buzel & Mimi and Norstar & Cozo teams were able to produce seven and three, respectively.
Ratatoskr: "..."
Ratatoskr: "Well, Pardon the dirty words, but we...are F$%&."
GM: "Well, it seems we have two main winners of this bid; first among them is Chefs Cocoa Ramsay and Gwystan Lyzalba! Pick out a truck and give it a name; this will also be the name of your team!"
"Woo!" Cocoa runs up to one of the two shiny new trucks. "This one!" Gwystan comes over to her and whispers something. "Ooh, that's a good one! Say hello to 'First Come, First Serve!' You snooze on us, you lose us, and also just lose in general!"
"I wouldn't put it quite that aggressively," says Gwystan.
"Next is Chefs Greto Sleewa and Rachelle Richardson!"
Reality Glitch: Rachelle walks over to the other pristine food truck an just places a hand on it, like the safe point in Hide-and-Go-Seek T.a.G.
GM: "Good choice," says Greto. "Would you object to 'The Sirloin Experience' as the truck's name? I think it rather fits."
Reality Glitch: Rachelle manages to let out a weak "fine....".
GM: "Alright then," announces Holly. Next is Buzel and Mimi, who end up with one of the normal trucks; Buzel dubs it "Bumble-Suds."
"Next is Chefs Dovelia Brise and Alexx Crons! Pick a truck!"
Dovelia: (is there any visible difference between the three "regular" trucks?)
GM: (Nope.)
Reality Glitch: ((Team 'Cat Attack'!))
Dovelia: points at the nearest of the three regular-looking food trucks. "We'll be Team 'Twined Tails.'"
GM: "I was gonna go with 'The Pussyfoot,' but ehhhhhhh..."
Dovelia: clenches her mechanical fist with enough force to make the servos whine.
GM: Next up is Norstar and Cozo, and they take the last of the 'normal' trucks, calling it "Toil & Trouble."
"Sounds to me like the last two teams don't have much of a choice," says the biker leader.
"That may or may not be true," says the Chairwoman. "In any case, the second to last choice goes to Chefs Ratatoskr and Lithia."
Dovelia: raises an eyebrow at the Chairwoman's comment. Certainly the last two teams have only the broken-down old trucks to choose from?
Ratatoskr: "...Oh don't tell me there is a way to cheese this." Ratatoskr doesn't like when his hopes are played with.
GM: "Naw, not really. Making you both choose at once is just anti-climatic, that's all." The biker scratches his head.
GM: (<@!Ratatoskr>?)
Ratatoskr: "So then...It's picking the lesser poison." He looks back at Lithia. "I do pray your royal training can do better than my sense, because it is overloaded, Princess."
GM: "That one, then." She points at one of the two. "Neither of us are mechanical experts, so we just need to pick one. Have you decided on a name for us?"
Ratatoskr: "...If you give me that Honor, I suppose the "Royal Menagerie" sounds fitting?"
GM: "I like it. Royal Menagerie it shall be!"
GM: "That just leaves Chefs Zicks and Hielzer with the remaining truck!"
Zicks can only grumble to himself as Carmine walks up to the old-looking truck. She donks her forehead into the side a few times, and stops.
"... Oh mein Gott..." This is where I get eliminated. I can feel it. That's what she's probably thinking, anyway.
"Well... I suppose that's all for the bidding, and that'll be the end of the quick-fire challenge," says Holly. The shuttle returns. "Why don't we spend the night back at the motel while the staff gets these trucks ready?"
Dovelia: looks at the others. "I'm game for that."
Ratatoskr: "...Wait, Can we give suggestions to the staff?"
GM: "Talk to me when you're not on-camera."
GM: (I'm all for wrapping up the scene.)
Dovelia: (sure)
Reality Glitch: ((And the session? Or are we immediately moving on to the Final Cook-Off?))
GM: (There's still another motel scene to do.)
Reality Glitch: ((Alright.))
Ratatoskr: (No problem here)
GM: (How do you guys feel about ending the session here? I dunno if I can do another full scene before my self-imposed curfew.)
Reality Glitch: ((Not the cook-off, but just a small motel scene is fine.))
Dovelia: (agreed)
Ratatoskr: (Hmmm, I wouldn't be against ending it for today, but if its small it should be no issue)
GM: (Alright, last lines for the scene, folks? (And remember to refresh after this!))
Dovelia: looks at Lithia and Rachelle. Which shall be her greater adversary this round?...
Ratatoskr: "Oh thank god, there are MANY tweaks to be done if this is to look like a proper..." Yeah, he will have to wait after the cameras are turned off if he wants to monologue about that.
GM: (<@Reality Glitch>?)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle remains motionless, still just standing there, one outstretched arm on the truck, head hung low.
GM: (With that, let us...)
GM: !end
