DiscoDude: ---BEGIN SESSION---
DiscoDude: Session logging commenced
GM: As the day comes to a close, an announcement calls everyone to the center lounge. Some, like Lithia and Gwystan, were already getting ready for bed when the call came, and ended up coming out in their pajamas.
GM: (Where are Dovelia, Rachelle, and Ratatoskr during all this?)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle arrives, still wearing an apron and a scowl, both of which caked with cooking residue like her hands.
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr was still in his everyday clothes, did he even use pijamas? Probably not. Then again he did come from the kitchen, eating a sandwich.
Reality Glitch: That Rachelle made.
GM: (<@!Dovelia>?)
Dovelia: shows up, quickly retracting her blade after licking the last of the homemade peanut butter off of it. Something put her in the mood for making sandwiches; anyone visiting the kitchen right now will find a stack of elegantly-crafted PB&Js on the table.
Reality Glitch: ((Something? Pretty sure it was Rachelle.))
Dovelia: (she'll never admit it XD)
GM: That kitchen is just filled with so many sandwiches by the hands of several different people, like good starlord, they had to start putting plates on the floor to stack them all.
GM: Holly Go-Lightwave is waiting for you all when you reach the lounge. “We hope you enjoyed your trial of the Mongongo Studio Suites! But don’t get comfortable; we’re only going to be visiting here a few times throughout the season, and this session of it is coming to a close!”
Reality Glitch: ((Are we supposed to respond to that, because it's very cutscene-y/noninteractive.))
GM: (I was giving you a chance to if you wanted, but it seems like no one has anything to say, which is also fine.)
GM: There’s some groans, and a single cackle at the moaners’ expense.
“We’ll give you an hour to get clean and get dressed for the cryo-pods. Your next destination will be the asteroid belt Hawa 2!”
Reality Glitch: "So we'll be cooking in spacesuits?"
Dovelia: "Doubtful," Dovelia says without being asked. "I don't think any of us have been trained for zero-G, zero-atmosphere cooking."
GM: “Chef Brise is correct! This belt is one-of-a-kind with its surprisingly pleasant atmosphere!”
Dovelia: looks a little proud of her impromptu assessment.
Reality Glitch: ((Stop infringing on my copyright! XP))
GM: (Your copyright?)
Reality Glitch: ((I've already got an atmosphere-bound asteroid-belt as a setting I'm working on. I hope the emoticon sufficiently signaled I said it in jest.))
GM: (Ah. Sorry for derailing, just wasn’t sure what was being infringed. Moving on!)
GM: “Now, I repeat; we’re giving you a warning an hour in advance before it’s time to leave, so use that time to get clean and get dressed for cryo-sleep!”
GM: (Gah, just realized she already said that. I must have forgotten because no one reacted to that part the first time.)
Reality Glitch: ((I seems different enough.))
Reality Glitch: "Not like I have much to pack; only planed for a week-long trip."
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr has a little smirk in his face, he already knew that beforehand, of course. "Well, A little cooking romp in space, I can get behind that ten billion percent~!" needless to say, he also was the one who was resistant to radiation....the void he didn't knew, but he definitely knew he was good against radiation.
Reality Glitch: Rachelle gives them a weird look. "I sure hope that doesn't become you catchphrase."
GM: (Yeah, someone’s been watching Dr. Stone. XD)
Ratatoskr: (Heh heh heh...)
Dovelia: "I can't deny I'm excited. I've been to asteroids before, but never one with a hospitable environment."
Reality Glitch: ((It bugs me to no end that a scientist of all people would choose a technical impossibility as their chatch phrase.))
GM: “With that, we end our first intermission! Stay hungry!” The footage pans out on a mass scramble between some of the chefs to get to a shower.
GM: (You guys cool with doing last lines in the confession booth now? (Or did some of you already do that?))
Reality Glitch: ((Rachelle hasn't the entire intermission.))
GM: (Flavor-wise, I mean.)
Dovelia: (i'll do it XD)
Reality Glitch: ((Nor sure.))
Ratatoskr: ((I can give it a try too))
GM: (Seems I also gotta figure out how to convey the difference between Confessionals and stuff that just happens to be in the confessional booth (i.e. last lines). Can we just assume from here on out that last lines take place there but aren’t mechanical confessionals?)
Reality Glitch: ((Unless context or express contradiction says otherwise.))
GM: (Yep. So; you guys cool with ending it here and doing last lines? Sorry if it’s a bit short.)
Reality Glitch: ((I was hoping for something more substantial, but sure.))
GM: (If you have a suggestion to add more substance to this ending scene, I’m all ears. Otherwise, let’s wrap this up.)
Reality Glitch: ((It felt something that could have been implied by a time skip, but, no, don't have any ideas at the moment.))
GM: (Alright, last lines <@&627978553669058562>?)
Dovelia: appears on the confession cam, fingers steepled, eyes downcast. After a few seconds, she speaks:
Reality Glitch: ((None come to mind.))
Dovelia: "Time for the gloves to come off, I think."
Ratatoskr: "Hahaha, I will definitely win this time!"
GM: Greto appears as well. “Message received. Finally.”
GM: (With that, let us...)
GM: !end
