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GM: Motel Rooms
Cameras Everywhere | Thin Walls | A Bit Cramped
This may be the swankiest motel around, but it’s still a motel nonetheless. Expect cheap beds, tiny bathrooms, generic TV channels, and walls that are nowhere near soundproof. The decor is monochrome, except for the rainbow-shift lighting. There is a tropical aquarium to spice things up.
Community Breakfast Room
Cameras Everywhere | All Eyes on the Stage | Cramped Kitchen Wasteland
It’s your bog-standard La Keenta Inn style hotel breakfast room, which is much more than most motels provide. Lukewarm sausage & bacon, rubber eggs, surprisingly good biscuits & gravy, cereal dispensers, the milk and juice ice-bath, coffee silos, and the universal constant that is the DIY waffle station. All wrapped up in a semi-tropical gentlemen’s lounge aesthetic. This is the only proper place to socialize in this high-end establishment. It does have a uniqueness in the form of a performance stage where entertainment is regularly hosted.
Motel Pool
Splash City | Drinks Flow Free At the Tiki Bar | Private Shower Tents
The pool area is the central feature of the Cloud 5-O Motel and is where the tropical theme is at its strongest. This is where you’ll usually find most of the families staying here at; prepare to be harassed by the kids in the pool while their parents enjoy the fully stocked tiki bar. Drinks are complimentary but do try not to indulge too much.
GM: The day is winding down as you all return to the motel.
GM: (Players, we’ve discussed what scenes you’re going to do; now it’s time for you to decide where they happen. Pick a zone, and we can get started.)
Dovelia: has had a long day and she's not looking forward to another challenge spent attempting to prepare meals at a breakneck pace. She heads to the tiki bar looking for all the world like she's planning to murder someone, then plops herself down at a stool fully intending to get herself plastered.
GM: “You find so many interesting people here.” Greto is already sitting a few seats down from you, Dovelia. “Hear so many interesting things. I understand that your truck is not quite as ideal as it could be?”
Dovelia: "Better than the one that royal idiot has," she says, raising a glass of something that swirls green and magenta. "Hope you're not here to steal my drink like you were my ingredients."
GM: “Why steal what is offered freely? Thank you.” He accepts a small martini glass with liquid that’s a clear, yet almost dull shade of grey. “And I did succeed, I’ll have you know. Not with you, but rather this ‘royal idiot’ you’re describing, if we’re thinking of the same person. That’s not to say I’m not still interested in what you have, but if subterfuge won’t work for those, then what about diplomacy?”
Dovelia: takes a long swig of her drink. She thinks about the contract she's having second thoughts about. Finally she says, "let's hear it."
GM: “Well, I’ve already spoken with Mr. Legomenon on the ride back about this, and he confirmed that we’re allowed to trade trucks before the start of the cook-off. You see where I’m going with this?”
Dovelia: "You're suggesting I could get one of the better trucks." She takes another sip. "But I imagine you're asking for more than just my present truck in trade, correct?"
GM: “Indeed. I ask that you provide me with a single ingredient. It can be any one of your choosing.”
GM: “Oh, and don’t get cute with the definitions; I do mean one of the ingredients you bought during the quick-fire.”
Dovelia: squints. "Surely that's not all you're asking. Is a single ingredient really worth the advantage one of the fancier trucks would provide? You're even asking me to choose. What if I choose something that you can't make use of?"
GM: (Question; is Dovelia making a serious effort at resisting the offer, or are you just setting up pre-agreement apprehension?)
Dovelia: (i'm legit curious what his game here is)
Dovelia: (make no mistake, the offer is tempting, but to both Dovelia IC and me OOC, it seems a little too good to be true XD)
GM: (You’re making it really hard to tell whether I should be compelling a face-off here. ^_^;)
Dovelia: (i mean you're the GM; it's your call)
Dovelia: (Dovelia's just asking questions because she's suspicious)
GM: (But I can’t tell whether Dovelia is opposing him or not at this stage...)
Dovelia: (she just wants answers)
GM: At this, Greto chuckles. “I’m afraid you misunderstand; my domain is that of fusion. There isn’t an ingredient in the galaxy I can’t use.”
Dovelia: (i'm trying to remember the full assortment of ingredients i got)
GM: (There’s a note doc where it’s all written down. I’ll link it (again).)
Reality Glitch: ((Rachelle wouldn't be necessarily be the one to approach Ziziphus. How should we handle this?))
Dovelia: "...fair enough. The Tildane Giftroot [Sweet], then, in exchange for the fancier truck." She smiles internally; giftroot is far sweeter than its offworld cousins. Greto thinks he can handle anything she can give him, hmm? She intends to put that theory to the test.
GM: (Decide where she is when Ziziphus encounters her, then.)
GM: “... Actually, no, not that one. We already have that.”
Dovelia: "'Any one of my choosing,' you said. Are you reneging on that condition?"
GM: “Yes, actually. I wasn’t aware you had a duplicate. My fault for not specifying that beforehand, sorry.”
Dovelia: frowns, inspecting Greto's face for any sign of duplicity, then softens. "The Home-Style Graham Crackers [Cool], then? Hopefully you don't have a duplicate of that, either, or else I might suspect you've been stealing my recipes as well."
GM: “That, I’ll accept. Should be interesting, at least. No, I don’t want a refill.” He shoos away the bartender for the second time this episode. “Now then, I have other business to conclude.” He gets up, glancing over at Morinda Jackfruit, who just arrived a handful of seats down, and heads over to intercept her.
Reality Glitch: After Rachelle took a short nap to recover from the hectic quick-fire and reencountering a horror from her past, she decides to change into her swimsuit (one of those single-piece suits that covers the whole body, but none of the limbs), and heads out to take a dip in the pool.
GM: (Is she the type to just dive in, or is she more of a shallow-end stairs-taker?)
Dovelia: watches him leave, keeping an eye - and an ear, if possible - out for whatever business he intends to conduct with the judge. In the meantime, she orders another drink.
GM: (Hm... I’m unsure if it’ll be Sneaky coming from you and Clever from Greto, or the other way around.)
Reality Glitch: ((She'll definitely start sitting waist deep.))
GM: As you’re settling in and getting used to the chill of the pool, Rachelle, you hear someone call out to you.
“Oh, fancy meeting you here, darling!” His voice is pitched way up, and he’s wearing a ridiculous rubber mask of some boring executive type and nothing else aside from swim trunks, but the ‘droid resting on the pool lounger is... probably Ziziphus 7, incognito mode. “Glad to see you’ve finally joined us out here!”
GM: (I’ll leave it up to you, <@!Dovelia>; what is it that you’re attempting, mechanically speaking?)
Dovelia: (eavesdropping, without leaving my seat)
GM: (What I mean is; Action and Approach. What’s the plan here?)
Reality Glitch: "Uhh.... Hey." Rachelle's eyes dart away, during the pause, then dart back before speaking again.
Dovelia: (uh. overcome, and sneaky?)
Dovelia: (oh wait, would Careful work?)
Reality Glitch: "So, looks like your waterproof."
GM: (It’s between Sneaky and Clever from where I stand.)
Reality Glitch: ((Ziziphus is the robot, right?))
Dovelia: (sneaky it is)
Dovelia: !f 2
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+2 for 1 [4dF = [-][+][ ][-]]
GM: “Well yes, electronics have come a long way out here. I don’t make it a habit of getting wet, though; rust scrubbing is a paaaaaiiiiin. I like floating around, though! Did you know the bar will swim drinks out to you?”
GM: (Hm... Yeah, I think I’ll use Greto’s Clever here.)
GM: !f 3 (Clever)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+3 for 1 [4dF = [-][-][-][+]]
GM: (Hm... I’ve got just the idea.)
Dovelia: (success at a cost?)
GM: (Actually, that works, too. Maybe she listens in, but what she hears will seem innocent to her (even if it isn’t to you)? Or maybe she really does get smashed in the process of blending in?)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle noticeably relaxes. "I didn't, sounds nice."
Dovelia: (i'm thinking, "she hears, but Greto knows she's listening")
Dovelia: (like she gives herself away somehow)
GM: “Oh, isn’t it,” says Ziziphus. “Here comes one now, in fact!” A big lynx-looking guy in trunks and a bow tie balances a buoyant tray across the water to the floaty lounger.
“Here you go, sir.”
“Thank you~ You’re a peach. Go get one for my friend here, too. Ah- What’s your poison?”
GM: “Miss Jackfruit, here.” Greto hands the judge a holo-document.
“What is this?”
“We were prompted to offer truck design specs, so here’s mine. If something vital in my partner’s preferences contradicts a minor detail here, feel free to overwrite those details in her favor, but leave the rest untouched. Pay no heed to the cat motifs, it’s... for a bet.”
GM: Morinda looks over the document with lightning speed.
GM: !f 3 (Greto Sneaky)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+3 for 3 [4dF = [-][+][+][-]]
GM: !f 3 (Jackfruit Quick)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+3 for 3 [4dF = [+][-][-][+]]
GM: (Hm... This was to Create an Advantage. I don’t see any aspects on either character that can be invoked... Oh! What about Drinks Flow Free At the Tiki Bar?)
GM: (Yeah, I‘ll go with that.)
GM: At a pivotal moment, Morinda’s drink arrives. She’s near the bottom of the page anyway, so she closes it right there. If she had read the last few paragraphs with any amount of scrutiny... Well, best not to worry about the could-haves.
“It looks in order. I’ll get this to the refurbishing crew later tonight... You can go now.”
Dovelia: furrows her brow. Just what is that bulbous-headed devil playing at?
GM: And unless Dovelia has telescopic vision and a quick reading comprehension, that would make Greto the only one who’s aware of Greto’s ploy: Sabotaged My Own Truck [!].
Reality Glitch: "Oh! Uh; that's a dilemma." Rachelle doesn't want to support the non-consenting export of Earthling goods, but neither does she wish to risk drinking something incompatible. (If dogs can't eat chocolate, how knows what alien alcohol will do to her.)
Dovelia: (well, hell)
Dovelia: (uh)
Dovelia: (why'd you spoil that)
Dovelia: (because she doesn't)
GM: (Isn’t player transparency/dramatic irony a thing in Fate?)
Reality Glitch: "I guess I'll just have water; don't want to follow in the big guy's footsteps." Rachelle thumbs over her shoulder at Ratatoskr.
Dovelia: (i guess, but it woulda been more fun to hold that close to your chest)
Dovelia: (let's move on)
GM: (I thought that was antithesis to Fate? Since, like, having a “secret aspect” lets me make it whatever the hell I want when the time comes to reveal it?)
Dovelia: (dude, you already set things up)
Dovelia: (Greto gives Dovelia an offer, what he asks for in return is comically small)
Dovelia: (you baited a trap, and I was smart enough to smell a trap, but not smart enough to figure out what the trap was)
Dovelia: (and now you've gone and spoiled the trap outright ^_^; )
GM: (I guess I’ll have to keep in mind that my players do in fact trust me enough to hold some cards to my chest.)
Dovelia: (i wouldn't have been upset, at any rate)
GM: “Ha! Too true. Get the lady some spring water. Ah, pretty please?” The lynx wades off. “There we go... So what’s up?”
GM: (RG: At this point, you should be thinking about how to broach the questioning.)
GM: (Dovelia: Don’t forget to give yourself away somehow.)
Dovelia: "Just what are you playing at, you bulbous-headed devil?" Dovelia mutters under her breath. Or so she thinks she does. Soon eyes are on her, and she realizes that in her semi-inebriated slowness, she very much said that out loud, loud enough for the entire bar to hear clearly
Reality Glitch: ((Hmm.... That's a toughie.))
GM: (I... think... that... compels a confessional, <@!Dovelia>! XD)
Dovelia: (XD)
Reality Glitch: "What brings you to me, though?"
GM: *pop!* [“Where’s that coming from, Dovelia?”]
GM: !2 (Holly Clever)
GM: !f 2 (Holly Clever)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+2 for 4 [4dF = [+][+][ ][ ]]
Dovelia: (can i roll Careful to defend?)
GM: (Absolutely! XD)
Dovelia: !f 3 (Careful)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+3 for 4 [4dF = [-][+][ ][+]]
Dovelia: (TIE)
GM: (Hm... Are the complaints about the rooms at all possibly relevant to Dovelia’s foul mood? I was thinking of using that boost, but it might be a stretch here.)
Dovelia: (her foul mood is just from being forced into unfamiliar territory XD)
GM: (Including the cramped rooms...? :3)
Dovelia: (what are you considering invoking against her here?)
GM: (*Complaints About the Rooms**, the aspect she gained from her last confessional with Lithia.)
Dovelia: (well hell, why not XD)
Dovelia: (let's make Dovelia suffer XD)
GM: (Flavor it! XD)
GM: “No- Nothing at all, darling! A pure co-inky-dink. Defffffinitely not trying to mix and mingle with the chefs delibruhtely, that would, uhhhh, be against the spirit of the compt-tetition, but hey, out of all the chefs right now... You might be my fa’orite...”
Dovelia: "...Everyone heard that, didn't they."
GM: (Alright, that’s 2 Stress and a shiny new Fate point for you. :3)
Reality Glitch: "Really?" Rachelle says with mock sarcasm. "Flattered. If only my kids appreciated my humor as much as you do."
Dovelia: (so i have 4 FATE Points now, and i'll be marking off Beaten)
Dovelia: (er, Drained)
GM: (Alrighty.)
GM: Greto is taken aback a bit, but composes himself with a sigh and a smile. He walks up and pats your shoulder, Dovelia.
“... I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that, Miss Brise. May I suggest that you go sleep off whatever you’ve put into your system before we see any more... colorful outbursts about the people you’re supposed to have made deals with?”
Dovelia: "...that's probably wise," Dovelia says, tiredness and the alcohol leaving her feeling rather unsure about everything. She finishes her glass, then gets up to leave.
GM: “Yeah, well, they may not be for e’rybody, but puns... Puns are eternal.” Ziziphus seems to be a bit tipsy himself - or at least acting like it. Maybe this is a good opportunity for some prodding?
Ratatoskr: AND NOW FOR SOMETHING TOTALLY DIFFERENT (With Ratatoskr!), where said 2 headed squirrel-like creature decided to send a small invitation to Lithia to come to his room, he still had the information he siphoned out during the intermission and was planning on sharing it with her and only her, since he really didn't have any intentions of showing Alexx the information. Moreover he spent some time into making the old, moisty room he was given a presentable place, but that was besides the point.
GM: *ding-dung
Yes, the rooms have doorbells (Fancy!), and through the round peep-hole is Lithia’s fishbowl-magnified face. Everything should be perfect, except for the failed eviction of Zicks, who’s content with moping under his sheets; he still hasn’t quite gotten over Blobert’s Retire result.
Dovelia: (alas poor Blobert)
Reality Glitch: "I'm sure my humor isn't the only thing you like about me. You've had my food, no?"
GM: (You gonna try and roll to create advantage on his likes?)
Reality Glitch: ((Whoops! Forgot about the rollplay.))
Reality Glitch: !f 4 (Quickly Create an Advantage to discover Ziziphus 7's Favorite flavor)
DiscoDude: <@Reality Glitch> rolled 4dF+4 for 0 [4dF = [-][-][-][-]]
GM: !f 3 (Sneaky)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+3 for 5 [4dF = [+][+][+][-]]
GM: (I take it that’s one invoke on the Camaraderie for the reroll?)
Reality Glitch: ((I may want to invoke; I'll see what the judge's roll is first, though.))
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr hoped that Zicks now blue emotional state would stop him from ruining anything and opened the door. "Ah, welcome, Princess!" He stands aside -or at least as best as he can- and shows her a chair by the windows...near Zicks. "Zicks Is not feeling very well, so it would be opportune if we could be calm for him." ...those words just felt weird coming out of his mouth.
GM: (I just rolled; it’s 5.)
Reality Glitch: ((Sorry; missed that.))
Reality Glitch: ((Yeah; free invoke to reroll.))
Reality Glitch: !f 4
DiscoDude: <@Reality Glitch> rolled 4dF+4 for 2 [4dF = [-][-][+][-]]
Reality Glitch: ((I'll invoke more.))
GM: (Hm... What now? Reroll again, or just boost twice with a Fate point?)
Reality Glitch: ((A fate point on *Entertainer's Camaraderie and one on I Play the Laid-Back Jokester.))
GM: “Hmph, very well. As though I’m not the pinnacle of regal control at all times irregardless.”
GM: (Two fate points? You do know you have a second free invoke on the Camaraderie, right?)
Reality Glitch: ((Irregardless. 🤣))
Reality Glitch: ((Oops! Not having the best time using my brain tonight. Second free invoke and one fate point on Entertainer's Camaraderie.))
GM: (Alright.)
GM: “I have! It uh... There was the burger. Oh, and that other burger... Geez, you make a lot of just... burgers.” It seems all he can remember are the burgers themselves. He seems to be stalling otherwise, but you do notice him make a point of always sipping his margarita where there’s salt. He runs out, and takes out a second glass with salt pressed on the rim already, and pours the remaining drink into it to keep at it! Between all of what you’ve seen, the guy sure does love his salty foods.
GM: (Ziziphus’s Favorite Flavor: Savory [!].)
Reality Glitch: "Well, burgers are quite versatile. You can stick almost anything between two buns and call it a burger."
Reality Glitch: Rachelle chuckles to her self, then adds, "It's actually a big question on Earth if hotdogs are a sandwich, burger, or their own thing."
Ratatoskr: "Ah, I confide in your judgement." Ratatoskr chose to sit on his bed looking directly at Lithia with his double pair of eyes. "I called you here because you are my ally." Says the right head. "And allies get to have information, it's only natural!" continued the left head, with the right one quickly taking control back. "I have information on how this episode will develop, in other words...Info about the next cook-off!* " Cue a serious anime effect.
GM: “Too. True... Honestly, I’d say a streusel pastry is a sandwich. Radical sandwich anarchy.”
At the bar, Morinda Jackfruit’s eye twitches for a reason she can’t quite discern.
GM: “... You had my curiosity...” Lithia pauses in thought. “Now you have my attention. Proceed.”
Reality Glitch: "Eh"; Rachelle shrugs. "Food is food. As long as you like it" Rachelle adds, "and it doesn't kill you" under her breath; "my job's done."
GM: (So what’s the plan here, <@!Ratatoskr>?)
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr leans closer to Lithia... In a pincher attack?! Both heads go around and whisper to her ears... Seeing behind the person who is whispering you is weird, side effect of having two heads. "...The next cook-off..." Hey, wait a moment, that's too low to listen to! “...and we should... Like that..." No way, Ratatoskr REALLY had info on the next cook-off.
GM: (What are you rolling, and does Lithia have to defend?)
Reality Glitch: ((Is that you narrating a fail state?))
Ratatoskr: ((... Creating an advantage for the next cook-off for Lithia and Ratatoskr. Not sure if sneaky or careful))
GM: (He’s creating uncertainty for the roll.)
GM: (Careful or Clever, I’m gonna say, since whether Zicks hears this... isn’t gonna matter much.)
GM: (This will be about the quality of the plan itself.)
Ratatoskr: (Neither matters because both are at +1 xD)
Ratatoskr: !f 1
DiscoDude: <@Ratatoskr> rolled 4dF+1 for -2 [4dF = [-][ ][-][-]]
Ratatoskr: (...)
GM: (A Very Questionable Plan {?}...? XD)
Ratatoskr: (... I HAVE TWO INVOKES OF THE INFI...)
GM: (Ah!)
Ratatoskr: (one reroll and one boost in that order...)
GM: (For the record, the difficulty is +2.)
Ratatoskr: (because three negatives is too bad not to reroll, do I roll again?)
GM: (Sure!)
Ratatoskr: !f 1
DiscoDude: <@Ratatoskr> rolled 4dF+1 for 0 [4dF = [-][+][ ][-]]
Ratatoskr: (...)
GM: (Less bad!)
Ratatoskr: (... Just, just boost it and put a fate point for extra good measure...)
GM: (Alrighty!)
Ratatoskr: "... So.... Wait not like-" Ratatoskr stands back, takes a deep breath and goes back to retelling his plan once again after a slight miss communication. "... More like... This!"
GM: For what it’s worth, Lithia keeps her composure excellently during this gross violation of personal space.
“So that’s how ‘Food Truck Wars’ will work? I do think that’s a decent division of labor. Very well. This cook-off may as well be ours.”
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr gives a thumbs up. "And we will snatch first place like a swatting a fly!"
GM: (Name your aspect.)
Ratatoskr: "I assume you agree to Operation Truchon [!]*?"
GM: “As excellent a tactic as any other. I put my trust in you.”
Zicks, meanwhile, has absolutely no idea what the F you’re talking about.
GM: (Is this an alright place for last lines, <@&627978553669058562>? It’s getting late on my end.)
Dovelia: (sure)
Reality Glitch: ((Does that mean we start the final cook-off on Friday?))
Dovelia: _staggers back to her motel room feeling uncharacteristically miserable. She is so glad* her daughter can't see her right now._
GM: (Yep!)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle wraps up her conversation with Ziziphus 7 and swims a lap or two before heading back to her motel room to change into sleepwear for the night.
Reality Glitch: Upon seeing Dovelia in the room, see cheerily offers, "You wanna watch the second Guardians of the Galaxy movie before the big event tomorrow?"
Dovelia: "...yes."
Reality Glitch: Sensing the dour tone in Dovelia's voice, Rachelle asks, "Something not pan out today?"
Dovelia: "Nothing you need be concerned about," Dovelia says, trying to bury her feelings of self-doubt. "Now, how do we queue this thing up again?..."
Reality Glitch: "I'll get it."
GM: (<@!Ratatoskr>?)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle manages to finagle the Tv. directory without showing off how it works and sets G.o.t.G.2 to play.
GM: (And will that be it for this session?)
Reality Glitch: ((Yeah.))
GM: (Alright, if <@!Ratatoskr> has nothing to say, then...)
GM: (Let us...)
GM: !end
