DiscoDude: ---BEGIN SESSION---
DiscoDude: Session logging commenced
Ryusui|GM: "We're back, folks, and we're on the last legs of the Quick-Fire Cookoff!"
Ryusui|GM: EXCHANGE 5/6
Ryusui|GM: Dovelia throws her Raw Wimbo into a mixing bowl, seizes a bottle of honey fizz soda, and while stirring frantically, attempts to both aerate and sweeten the topping!
Ryusui|GM: (attempting to make [Honey Fizz Wimbo (Sweet): 5])
Ryusui|GM: !f 3 (Sweet)
DiscoDude: <@Ryusui|GM> rolled 4dF+3 for 4 [4dF = [ ][+][+][-]]
Ryusui|GM: (going to spend my last FATE Point to invoke her High Concept for the win!)
Vera: (Interesting risk you took burying the @#$%.)
Vera: (I believe she's emptied out now. XD)
Ryusui|GM: (she is indeed XD)
Vera: (Inb4 the ambassador's dislike is dishes without @#$%. XD)
Ryusui|GM: The wimbo has turned from pale pinkish-beige to a pale yellow, and floats atop Dovelia's completed Glorshhk. She seems quite happy with the outcome, even to the point of taking a tiny taste of it. She nods in satisfaction; even if she can't taste the wimbo itself, the soda has mixed with it to create a confection with a light, aery consistency.
Vera: "Right, did what I set out... to do... Next is zarbo." Vera pulls out a slab of crypt-pork and gets to dicing. "It ain't a cemetery without bodies - I'll be representing that with Seared Crypt-Belly Zarbo - SAVORY:5."
Vera: !f 2 (SAVORY)
DiscoDude: <@Vera> rolled 4dF+2 for 2 [4dF = [+][ ][-][ ]]
Ryusui|GM: (welp, that's what you got four FATE Points for)
Vera: (And using the remaining 2 free invokes on my Glorshhk Battleplan.)
Ryusui|GM: (noice)
Margen: Margen prepares Bread Buckets (COOL: 3) to go with his Spicy Soup cubes and Wimbo à la 6Q7Z (forthcoming)
Margen: !f 2 (cool)
DiscoDude: <@Margen> rolled 4dF+2 for 0 [4dF = [-][-][ ][ ]]
Vera: The fatty cubes of meat are sizzling, caramelizing, and reducing nicely on the pan as Vera flips them onto every side.
"These aren't gonna be the biggest zarbo chunks, but they should be sufficient if I judged their acceptable size from the examples correctly, and the holbo's the star of my take on this, anyway."
Margen: (ruh-roh)
Ryusui|GM: (whoof. you still got one FATE Point, Margen; you wanna invoke something with it?)
Margen: (Yeah, I'm going to go with Graceful Under Pressure because we're close to the end and double-time some new bread bowls)
Vera: (It'll have to be a reroll; a boost won't cut it here.)
Margen: !f 2 (cool)
DiscoDude: <@Margen> rolled 4dF+2 for 5 [4dF = [ ][+][+][+]]
Vera: (Nice!)
Margen: (That works)
Margen: Margen devours one of the failed breadbowls to get it out of the way with an unsatisfied look on his face as he makes new ones
Margen: He's much happier with those
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((I'm trying to think of how to make a stiff bowl out of uncooked tortillas. Any ideas?))
Vera: (Tostada?)
Margen: (Uncooked? Not really. Steaming might work to maintain some moderate flexibility)
Ryusui|GM: (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tostada_(tortilla))
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Pretty sure toasting counts as cooking.))
Vera: (Does it have to be uncooked?)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((I'm going for an "a la mode"-style dish.))
Ryusui|GM: (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glossary_of_French_expressions_in_English#A_la_mode)
Ryusui|GM: (???)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Huh. I thought it was like plain/straight/unprocessed or something like that. Guess "au natrel" would be a more apt description.))
Vera: (Also, haven't you already made a COOL dish aspect? (I'm speaking up now to ask "in what universe are tortillas SAVORY rather than COOL?" I can't stay quiet about this.))
Margen: (Tartare is raw, but that's usually meat.)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((I never said Tako-San was using Cool for the tortillas.))
Ryusui|GM: (can you please make up your mind and finish up your turn)
Vera: (Yeah, make something up if you have to.)
Ryusui|GM: (^^^!)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((I had the idea for him making a dish that only used raw ingredients. Sushi for the zarbo; I wanted to try and include something Mexican for the holbo; and raw wimbo.))
Ryusui|GM: (well if you can't think of anything more specific than that then either make something up or change your plans!)
Ryusui|GM: (god, "Mexican-Style Tortilla Bowl Holbo" would work~)
Ryusui|GM: (and technically tortillas aren't raw to begin with)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Sorry. 🙁))
Margen: (Corn mash that's been mildly blowtorched might hold shape...)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: "Tako-Kun, you've took so long with prepping, we don't have enough time to perfect each each." Lue Ann tries to play up the tragedy for the camera.
"Nou matta, Lu-Chan!" Tako-San responds, "Despite my bizarre laps in judgement, I will make due." Tako-San produces tortillas from the pantry. Presenting them so the cameras can see the numerous small red spots, he continues, "With these <Jalapeño Tortillas>," (Tako-San unfortunately butchers the pronunciation on that one) "I will forge a fiery container!" With that, he holds it in a vague bowl-like shape with six tentacles with taking a blowtorch to it with the other two.
Ryusui|GM: (roll it)
Ryusui|GM: (oh, and give us the target)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: !f 2 (Spicy versus Fair (+2) difficulty)
DiscoDude: <@;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾> rolled 4dF+2 for 2 [4dF = [+][ ][ ][-]]
Ryusui|GM: (you didn't tell us what you were going for!)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((The Jalapeño Tortillas; sorry for not highlighting that in the original post.))
Ryusui|GM: (number?)
Ryusui|GM: (the actual value?)
Margen: (Vs fair)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Fair (+2).))
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((I put it in the roll.))
Ryusui|GM: Your [Jalapeño Tortilla Holbo] holds its shape, Tako.
Ryusui|GM: FINAL EXCHANGE
Margen: "Last will be a coating of Wimbo à la 6Q7Z (@#$%)"
Ryusui|GM: Dovelia looks at her dish, looks at Vera, then looks past her over to Tako. A wicked smile crosses her face as she gathers up a handful of kitchen knives in her mechanical hand, then strides to the center of the arena. "Excuse me, Mr. Octopus?" she calls out, sweetly. "Think fast." And then a dozen sharp blades go flying in Tako's direction.
Ryusui|GM: !f 3 (Aggressive)
DiscoDude: <@Ryusui|GM> rolled 4dF+3 for 4 [4dF = [+][+][-][ ]]
Ryusui|GM: (she's attacking from a zone away, so you get a +1 on whatever you roll to defend)
Margen: Margen hears this and looks up because he's also got 8 legs
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San, having been given ample time to react, thanks to Dovelia's generous warning, leaps into the air with a front flip, and readies to catch the incoming projectile, like many a sword-training technique.
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: !f 3 (Flashily Defend against Dovelia's Good (+3) Attack)
DiscoDude: <@;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾> rolled 4dF+3 for 1 [4dF = [ ][-][ ][-]]
Vera: (What's the zone distance penalty?)
Vera: (Right, +1 to Tako.)
Ryusui|GM: (so that's 2 shifts, unless you want to boost or invoke something)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San claps their up-held pair of tentacles together in just a little too off-center, and the blade strikes through one, impaling it!
Vera: (Keep in mind that what conditions you take can't be invoked during this very exchange - a small mercy.)
Ryusui|GM: (that'll be Drained or Beaten XD)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: When Tako-San lands back on the counter top, having been Beaten with sufficient dramatic flare, he removes the utensil in such a manner as to intentionally sever the now injured appendage.
"Tako-San!" Lue Ann cries out, genuinely distraught.
"Nou worries, darling; that was my child-bearing tentacle; it's designed to come off."
"O-O.K."
Ryusui|GM: Dovelia smiles and nods. "That'll teach you to keep your tentacles to yourself."
Vera: Vera pulls out a whisk and a hot-pad, and anything else she might theoretically need, and also grabs the volt-wand
"Nothing galvanizes an otherwise one-note puree like the Magic Volt-Wand, new from Chemobrothas Industries!"
"Whatever you say, Holly..." Vera rolls her eyes. "Alright, I'm like... 60% sure that "@#$%" involves electro-sensors somehow - let's just supercharge that and whip up a Stormcloud Wimbo - @#$%:3. I've never used this thing before, but it can't be that hard."
Vera: !f 0 (@#$%)
DiscoDude: <@Vera> rolled 4dF+0 for 1 [4dF = [ ][+][-][+]]
Vera: (And spending the ingredient boost. :3)
Vera: With the blending (and charging!) power of the Magic Volt-Wand, Vera cracks the hint of a smile as the Wimbo froths up... and darkens, even sending out the occasional jolt and a slight drizzle over the completed glorshhk.
"Even first-time users find it a breeze to put a kick into even the most subtle of soups!"
"Alright alright, enough. Don't overplay it..."
Ryusui|GM: "Ooh! Fancy!" Zimf calls out.
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San, with barely any time left after the distraction, decides to just stick the wimbo as-is over the rest of the dish and quickly sculpts it onto a wavy ocean surface in-miniature, leaving the Wimbo Art, au Naturel.
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: !f 0 (no approach against Great (+4) difficulty)
DiscoDude: <@;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾> rolled 4dF+0 for 2 [4dF = [ ][+][ ][+]]
Vera: (Your time to shine, Margen; shoot the moon!)
Margen: Margen is going to process his Raw Wimbo(@#$%) and 6Q7Z Biomass(@#$%) to make Wimbo à la 6Q7Z (@#$%: 4) to make a thin veil of extra-alien Wimbo over each dish.
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Invoking the Alien Flavor boost.))
Vera: (Dude, you have 3 @#$% invokes; don't hold back. XD)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Three?))
Margen: (edited)
Vera: (Talking to Margen.)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Oh; ah.))
Margen: (don't want to shoot for 5 but I will do 4)
Vera: (Playing it ultra safe, eh?)
Margen: !f 0 (@#$%)
DiscoDude: <@Margen> rolled 4dF+0 for 0 [4dF = [+][ ][-][ ]]
Margen: (plus all three invokes)
Margen: (So that's 6 out of 4)
Vera: (Technically, you only needed 2 of those invokes.)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Left overs are meaningless either way.))
Margen: (eh, I might as well)
Margen creates a Wimbo that shimmers eerily as it covers the soup cubes, reminiscent of things never seen and memories that don't belong to the observer.
Ryusui|GM: A klaxon blares. "And that's time, chefs!" the Chairwoman calls out.
Ryusui|GM: QUICK-FIRE COOK-OFF END
Ryusui|GM: The judge's podium reasserts itself. "As you all may have guessed, Mr. Zulark will be the one to judge your dishes for this cook-off. And as per usual, the winner of this round will receive a special bonus in the main cook-off."
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San climbs back to there tank, ready for Lue-Anne to escort him to the podium with the rest of the chefs. Strolling up beside Dovelia, Tako-San gets her attention, "Since you wow'd me back there, Ai thought to give you a token of my appreciation." and pops the severed portions of tentacle, supple and with out suckers, on Dovelia's person before Lue-Anne shuffles the sarcastic cephalopod to elsewhere in the queue.
Ryusui|GM: Dovelia takes it, rolls her eyes in disgust, then drops it on the floor and crushes it beneath her boot.
Vera: "... You just stepped in that dude's nut-sack."
Ryusui|GM: "I know."
Vera: Vera shrugs and gives a double thumbs up.
Vera: (Are we uh... gonna actually start the judging?)
Ryusui|GM: (yeah whoop)
Ryusui|GM: "Man, I gotta admit, I wasn't sure what I was even looking at a lot of the time, but dang was it exciting!" Zimf laughs. "Cooking in this galaxy is a lot different than it is in mine. I didn't even see a single @&$@$% come out, and a kitchen without a @&$@$%...well, you might as well be making #$@%&#, y'know what I'm saying?" Zimf laughs, as if he hadn't just uttered a sentence full of words the translator hadn't been forced to leave as cacophonous squawking. "Anyways, on to business! Let's have...the eight-armed one first, right? Margen?"
Vera: (I see what you did there. XD)
Margen: "Sure"
Ryusui|GM: The Chairwoman nods at you, <@!Margen>. "Present your dish to the judge."
Margen: "Today I have prepared a Bread Bucket Holbo, a Spicy Soup-Cube Zarbo, and Wimbo à la 6Q7Z."
Margen: "The Holbo is sourdough, the Zarbo a peppery broth gelatinized into cubes of bread, and the Wimbo is woven with the flavors of its closest approximant from this galaxy."
Margen: (thanks autocorrect :y)
Ryusui|GM: "Do my sonic receptors deceive me? You found something that tastes of @#$% in this galaxy? Oh, this I gotta try!"
Ryusui|GM: !f (Judge's Reaction)
DiscoDude: <@Ryusui|GM> rolled 4dF for 0 [4dF = [ ][+][-][ ]]
Margen: "Vaguely, I used wavelengths instead of flavors during the search."
Margen: "it found something"
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Sounds like what Jren'Ki had to deal with on a daily basis.))
Ryusui|GM: Zimf takes out a utensil like a fork, but with more than the usual number of tines, and arranged at odd angles. With this, and some deft movements from his long, flexible neck allowing him to precisely vacuum up chunks of zarbo and wimbo into his tiny mouth-aperture, he makes short work of your dish. "Man. I'm not sure what to make of some of the flavors and textures here - alien cuisine, you understand - but you nailed it with the wimbo, mmm-mmm! If the rest of the dishes are anything like this, then this will have been a trip well worth making!"
Ryusui|GM: (FINAL SCORE: 12)
Margen: "Thank you, for once I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. Exhilarating."
Ryusui|GM: "Next up...the guy with only seven arms. Neko? Neko, something like that?" "Tako," the Chairwoman says. "Come forward and present your dish."
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Lue-Anne carts Tako-San up to the podium. Placing the singular dish before the singular judge, Tako-San announces, "Ai give you a triple-threat: flavors and styles from two cultures of my home and one from yours. The sushi cubes may be a bit large, but delectable nonetheless."
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((<@!Ryusui|GM>?))
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: "I dub the dish 'Tac/ko-Wimbo, au Naturel'."
Ryusui|GM: "Huh..." He prods your sushi zarbo with his utensil. "Well, a zarbo made up of little wrapped packages like this isn't common, but hey, the whole point in this is to try new things, right? I think your saying is, 'down the hatch'?"
Ryusui|GM: !f (Judge's Impressions)
DiscoDude: <@Ryusui|GM> rolled 4dF for -1 [4dF = [+][ ][-][-]]
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Oof.))
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Still beat out <@!Margen>.))
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Man, the attempted theft was a tactical error.))
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Could have 6 more on that final product.))
Ryusui|GM: "Well. I gotta say, after the last dish, I was hoping all of you were trying something unique with the wimbo - there's some good @#$% flavor; I'd expect no less, but that one set a high bar. That said, I liked your zarbo a lot more than I thought I would, and I don't know what you call the taste in that holbo, but - phew, I can't wait to find out what it is so I can try some more!"
Ryusui|GM: FINAL SCORE: 13
Ryusui|GM: "Let's do the one with the pointy ears next! Dovelia, I think?"
Ryusui|GM: The Chairwoman nods. "Dovelia, present your dish."
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San quips, "They're the 'neko' you were asking for earlier."
Ryusui|GM: (XD)
Ryusui|GM: Dovelia approaches the podium and presents her dish to the judge. "I was inspired by some of the glorshhk examples you had on display earlier to create a vegetable medley zarbo, served in a mushroom holbo. I believe the vivid colors and firm, meaty texture will be to your liking. As for the wimbo...well, I took a gamble there, but I do hope the sweetness doesn't unduly overpower the flavor you're looking for. Do enjoy."
Ryusui|GM: Zimf makes an expression that could be raising an eyebrow. "That's some funny color you've got on the wimbo, to be sure. And I'm not sure what my olfactory receptors are telling me with your zarbo. But here goes!"
Ryusui|GM: !f (Judge's Impression)
DiscoDude: <@Ryusui|GM> rolled 4dF for 3 [4dF = [+][ ][+][+]]
Vera: (Welp, I lost. XD)
Ryusui|GM: "Oh..." Zimf makes a noise like a burp. "That was unexpected." "Something wrong, Mr. Zulark?" "No, I'm...wow, I don't think I've ever tried wimbo like this before. I need a moment. Phew." Dovelia watches, a little concerned, as Zimf's color scheme cycles a bit more intensely than usual. "That was...that was really quite an incredible wimbo experience. I've honestly never had anything like it. ...Thank you."
Ryusui|GM: FINAL SCORE: 18
Ryusui|GM: "You're welcome," Dovelia says, bowing and turning from the podium. Internally, she's both glad the wimbo turned out well and miffed that Zimf made no mention of anything else.
Ryusui|GM: "Last but not least, let's have you up here! The pale-skinned one!" "Vera," the Chairwoman confirms. "Present your dish."
Vera: "Right..." Vera walks up with her dish. "So to understand what I was going for with my Six Feet Under Glorshhk, visually, I gotta explain what cemeteries are; so when people die, in many cultures of this galaxy, we bury our dead. This isn't a good example of a cemetery that's had good upkeep - we also have stuff that celebrates 'spooky' stuff. I'm not explaining this very well, am I? Anyway, I also tried to do something interesting with the Wimbo - I took a wild guess with 'electricity' having something to do with that '@#$%' flavor. Hope I didn't ruin it."
Vera: VERA STEINBECK - SINGLE COURSE: SIX FEET UNDER GLORSHHK
> Overgrown Boneyard Weave Holbo [!] - BITTER:6
| Seared Crypt-Belly Zarbo [!] - SAVORY:5
^ Stormy Wimbo [!] - @#$%:3
Vera: "Oh... I also hope you didn't mind me making the holbo the 'star' of the dish over the zarbo. I figured 'the bowl isn't the main part' wasn't a safe assumption to make of a dish from another galaxy. I made sure that had lots of textures and states of cooking for you to enjoy."
Ryusui|GM: "It really all depends on who you ask! Some people like the holbo best, others the zarbo...me, I'm more of a wimbo guy." He laughs. "But that doesn't mean the rest of your dish is gonna go unappreciated! As you might guess from the mobility pod, a lot of us don't come from worlds with solid ground, so the whole 'burial' thing is new to us...but even I can see the artistic merit in the holbo you've got put together here. And the zarbo? Oh, that looks scrumptious. But before I judge, I really gotta see how it all tastes..."
Ryusui|GM: !f (Judge's Impression)
DiscoDude: <@Ryusui|GM> rolled 4dF for -1 [4dF = [+][-][ ][-]]
Vera: (Welp.)
Ryusui|GM: You can hear the lightning crackle as he consumes the wimbo, which he seems to quite enjoy. The meat chunks also go over well. The holbo seems to pose problems, though: despite his compliments, he seems to be intent on delicately picking your work apart, consuming it without destroying it utterly as he goes. "It's really well put together," he finally says, "and I love what you did with the wimbo - that's a trick I'll have to bring home. The holbo feels like maybe a little more work to eat than it ought to, though? I mean, again, it's a great work of art, but I think maybe it turned out a little, what's your word...overwrought?"
Ryusui|GM: Dovelia audibly huffs from the sidelines at Zimf's pronouncement.
Ryusui|GM: FINAL SCORE: 13
Vera: "I mean, sure? You might be overthinking it a bit. I tried, I guess."
Vera doesn't seem particularly perturbed.
Ryusui|GM: "And that concludes the judging," the Chairwoman says. "Well, Mr. Zulark? What did you think? Which dish stood out over all the rest?"
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San quips to Dovelia, "Don't expect to stay on that high-horse of yours for long, Neko-Chan."
Ryusui|GM: "I gotta tell you, Maal" - it's the first time any of you have heard anyone be so familiar with her on camera - "I wasn't sure about the whole idea of getting your cooks to try and make Hydrangean cuisine, but I have to say, I was more than pleasantly surprised by the outcome here. In fact, I'd say I'm thoroughly impressed. All of the chefs today turned out a respectable glorshhk - in fact, I dare say there'll be folks at home who'll start preparing theirs in some of the styles presented here!"
Ryusui|GM: "You'll have to kick pretty high to knock me off, Mr. Septapus," Dovelia quips back, not sparing him a glance.
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San snickers at the nickname.
Ryusui|GM: "Most of you did things with wimbo that our chefs would never think to - alternate flavors, alien ingredients, heck, even a lightning storm. But I have to say - and as hard as it is to single out one person as the winner of this cook-off - the absolute best glorshhk I tried today was..."
Vera: Vera rolls her eyes at both of them.
Ryusui|GM: The spotlight shines down on Dovelia.
Ryusui|GM: "...the pointy-eared one's!"
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((I thought the judging was over; sorry about that.))
Vera: And another golf-clap from Vera.
Ryusui|GM: Dovelia smiles and bows. Internally, she's a lot more excited than she lets on. This has been her first proper win in this competition so far.
Ryusui|GM: "As discussed, Ms. Brise, you will be given a special bonus in the Final Cook-Off. Please also remember your chef stations, as they will serve a very important purpose in said competition."
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Tako-San has more tact than that.))
As the high-octane portion of the show begins to wind down, Tako-San calls for Zimf; "Oh! Judge! One last thing! I'd like to talk business with you at your earliest convenience."
Ryusui|GM: Zimf cocks his head. "I'm available now?"
Vera: "Will do, chief." Vera seems extremely disinterested at the proceedings, aside from the occasional glances at the other chefs - all of them; they're all on her mind in different capacities, and not because of the results.
Vera: (Gah, slow typing.)
Vera: (Was responding to the 'remember your station numbers' order.)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Sorry if that's still a little awkward, I'm not sure what the most natural timing for that is, and I don't want to look unreasonable buy requesting the response be inserted after the event that lets me know I'm too late.))
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((<@!Ryusui|GM> I edited my post to mention Zimf, specifically; the Chairwoman's comment made it sound like they misunderstood Tako-San's intent.))
Ryusui|GM: (fixed)
Vera: (I mean, we could have played it out like she knew who he was addressing, but didn't want the two talking without her as a middleman.)
Vera: (I'll drop it though.)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Lue-Anne bring Tako-San (in his tank) around the podium to Zimf.
Tako-San starts talking like the cameras aren't rolling; "Ai'm interested in expanding my restaurant to inter-planetary status, but this opportunity for an inter-galactic chain is too Good (+3) to pass up. Ai'd like to discuss how we can make that happen. Ai'm seeing a timeline of three-to-five Earth years for the initial establishment, assuming construction under Earth-like conditions."
Lue-Anne just stands there looking pretty, clearly unnerved by Zimf's alien appearence.
Vera: (I'm guessing the punchline is "there are no Earth-like conditions to be found in Hydrangea." XD)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Never said it had to be Earth surface conditions.))
Ryusui|GM: The Chairwoman tries not to look visibly annoyed. Zimf chuckles: "Well, my seven-legged friend, even if you'd won this round, I'm just not the person to ask. But I could shop the idea around to some people who might get some balls rolling, I guess? Contact between your galaxy and ours has only just recently gotten started, so it'll be a while before we can even consider, what's the phrase...business dealings? That's the right term, right?" He scratches his head.
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: "Yesu!" Tako-San turns to Lue-Anne. "My business cards, if you'd kindly, darling."
"Of course, Tako-San." Lue-Anne responds as she fumbles a pristine-looking metal card-case from her uniform, before carefully opening it and gently handing one of the cards toward Zimf.
"Ai'm sure you're translators are as Good (+3) with writing as with speaking. Please do keep this in Superb (+5) condition."
Ryusui|GM: Zimf gingerly takes one of the business cards. He holds it near his mouth, briefly; you don't see it, but the Chairwoman shakes her head "no." Zimf finally settles on putting it in a compartment in his mobility rig. "We'll have our people call your people!" he says, switching instantly from visible confusion back to his usual glibness.
Margen: (I love it)
Vera: (Note before you finish typing that; he did say "you don't see it.")
Margen: (I know, but it's still great)
Vera: (I was talking to RG.)
Margen: (oh sorry)
Margen: (it fit my context too xP)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San takes mental notes of the emotional shift of Zimf's before confirming, "Ai await the beautiful parntership! After the show of course."
Lue-Anne, finally relieved to finally leave after being unnerved from the proximity to the truly alien, takes Tako-San back to his chosen station.
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Margen wasn't handing Zimf a business card.))
Ryusui|GM: "There will, as always, be a short intermission before the Final Cook-Off. Until then..." The Chairwoman claps, indicating the <@&627978553669058562> are to disperse to the green room while the arena is set up for the main event.
Ryusui|GM: (last lines?)
Vera: "Well that was certainly a thing..."
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((I tried to make it sound like it was just as the show's scene finished concluding.))
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((As opposed to an impromptu extension to the cook-off.))
Margen: "What a wacky dish! I can't wait to try to recreate Wimbo more closely‽"
Vera: (Let's not dwell on it.)
Vera: (If it really matters, we can fix it in post.)
Margen: Margen seems a lot distracted by his experience with alien flavor
Margen: but he is happy
Ryusui|GM: "Finally. I'm going to get my chance to show you all how a real professional cooks."
Ryusui|GM: "The Final Cook-Off is about to begin, folks!" Holly pipes up. "Right after a quick word from our sponsors!"
Ryusui|GM: !end
