DiscoDude: ---BEGIN SESSION---
DiscoDude: Session logging commenced
GM: It’s getting late as the shuttle returns to the hotel. As the chefs are let out, all of Shelgene, Zicks, and Blobert are blipped into confessional to comment on their potential fates. Suddenly, the same happens to Greto: “How do you feel about almost being sat out of the final cook-off?”
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Holly's Clever)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 1 [4df = [-][ ][+][-]] (Holly's Clever)
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Greto's Clever)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 4 [4df = [ ][ ][+][+]] (Greto's Clever)
GM: "Well," he says, "I think that hardly matters. Lady luck decided to throw a curveball, and I'm glad to have the chance to pick myself up afterwards." And he's back.
GM: With a whole night until the final cook-off, the chefs do various things. Some go into the lounge to either catch up on their own dinner like Blobert, or to practice their technique like Alexx and Henna are doing so competitively. Some like Mimi and Carmine meet with visiting relatives and acquaintances in the lobby to catch up with - mostly complain to, in Shelgene’s case. Would-be plotters like Buzel slink off to the bathrooms to hatch their schemes, or perhaps just to catch their breath like Cocoa. Others, like Greto and Norstar, simply head to an agreed suite to talk strategy, and others still like Gwystan just want to hit the hay already.
GM: Lobby/Breakfast Room
[Relax, and Let Your Guard Down]
[Civilian Bystanders]
[Cameramen On Your Tail]
The hotel has a shared lobby, breakfast lounge, and kitchen, which are connected. This public area leads to the front door, and an elevator leading to the floor with everyone’s rooms.
Suites
[Too Close for Comfort]
[Safe Zone]
[Hidden Cameras Everywhere]
Each bedroom houses two or three contestants; each contestant has a dresser, a closet, and a bed that is calibrated to their size and weight.
Bathrooms
[No Cameras In Here]
[Why Is It Always a Mess?!]
[There Can Be Only One… Hot Shower]
Each bathroom is connected to two neighboring bedrooms.
GM: (It’s time to pick zones again. I also think it’s time to introduce our villain to one or two of you like we discussed before we started.)
GM: (<@!Dovelia> & <@!Ratatoskr>: You overwhelmed or something?)
Ratatoskr: (just wondering where would Ratatoskr go next ^^;)
GM: (Maybe talk plans with Cocoa?)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle is bushed from such a frantic fight. She's never before had to physically compete when cooking, so the toll it took was not something she's had to deal with since high-school gym-class, so her first instinct is to head straight to the hotel room she'd been assigned. Rachelle hadn't actually been there yet; no telling what an extra terrestrial civilization considered "room and board".
Dovelia: goes to the kitchen to indulge in some stress cooking. She will feed the entire damn group if she has to in order to get her head screwed back on straight. She's decided she has no choice but to work with Greto to stay in the game; an opportunity to eliminate him will come later, but for now she can simply try to aim to become her team's MVP. She doesn't have to like it, though.
GM: (Hm... not quite the locations I was expecting, but I can work with this.)
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr decided to prepare for the next Cook-off, preparation was important, and it had to be NOW. Thus he started roaming around until the heads found Cocoa, who he thought would be the team leader, considering she was ALSO the winner of the last cook-off. Eventually he reminded himself that the rest of the team had Dorms, and decided he was gonna pay a visit to Cocoa there.
GM: Rachelle: It seems like standard fancy hotel fare, actually, besides the custom beds, high-tech intercoms, and tinted windows. Despite being your roommate, Cocoa isn't immediately visible. There's a knock on the door just as you're finished taking it all in. (It's Ratatoskr.)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle answers the door believing its Cocoa, only to jump in shock at one of the more alien looking, well, aliens before realizing it's her other teammate. "Ah! Oh; hey."
GM: Dovelia: "Ah, there you are!" You see an old, dark green Chater sporting a walking stick, long scarf, peacock feathered fedora, and overall impeccable suit poke his head into the kitchen. You recognize him as Arty Margrave, an occasional handler for some of the missions you performed in the past. Henna and Alexx are too engrossed in their self-imposed competition to notice. "Been trying to avoid me? I was waiting out in the lobby for you."
Ratatoskr: LH: "Ah, So you share Rooms with her, that's even better." RH: "Yeah, We come to discuss our Warplans! Or Cookplans, Neither of us knows what to plan tomorrow." The Left head nodded. Then both say in unison. "May we come in?"
Dovelia: "Mr. Margrave." Dovelia doesn't look in his direction as she chops onions precisely as directed by the Korentz Ladies' Guide. "Has my employer so little faith as to send you to check in on me? The mission has struck a curve, but I assure you Mr. Sleewa will be eliminated from the competition in due time."
GM: "Good, good. But, ah... preferably before the first third mark. That's when the cash prizes for simply competing begin, and we can't guarantee that he doesn't have enough stashed away to make even just that enough."
Dovelia: "I'll tell you like I told my employer," Dovelia says, irritation seeping into her voice as talking drags her attention away from carving a radish into a rose. "I don't fail."
Reality Glitch: "Uhh...." Rachelle stairs at them for a half-second; completely taken aback by the term "Warplans" and Ratatoskr's generally gun-ho attitude. "Well, I don't any reason why you shouldn't." She walks away from the door to give enough space to enter before turning back to continue the conversation. "Sorry; I was about to take a nap."
GM: Meanwhile, in another room... Professor Norstar and Greto Sleewa are going over their own plans.
"So I'll take the Amuse Bouche," says Norstar, "and you can handle soup, yes? Yes! And with that pot bake you came up with... We can leave Dovelia to figure out the other two, right?"
(Dovelia should be suspicious, perhaps, of why Greto not getting money is the goal.)
GM: R & R: Cocoa unceremoniously exits the bathroom. "Oh, uh... Cool, you're both here! To talk shop, right?"
Reality Glitch: "Pretty much."
Dovelia: Hoping a pointed question will make Mr. Margrave leave before his presence befouls the poultry fillets she's preparing to put in the oven, Dovelia makes eye contact and says, "Besides, what does it matter if I eliminate him before or after the cash prizes are given out? The stated mission was to prevent him from winning the competition, was it not?"
Dovelia: She doesn't really care about the answer; she just wants him to go.
Ratatoskr: RH: "Indeed! Going unprepared for this combat chef brigade thing is not a good thing!" Ratatoskr enters the room, taking quite a bit of space, compared to Cocoa. Of course trying not to take so much space, both try to sit in a corner.*
LH: "Thus, I believe we should discuss on our fortes, and which dishes we should there for make!" Now its the Right head that is nodding, they seem a bit calmer after the cook-off.
GM: N & G: "About that," says Greto, "are you... entirely sure we can trust Dovelia? I know it may have looked like we were having a gay old time in a winter wonderland, but I assure you, it was quite disrupting."
"Really? Sounds sort far-fetched to me. You sure?"
"Absolutely. I'm confident she was trying to refuse picking me rather than the right of selection overall. You never even considered it?"
(Dovelia, what approach you rolling? Meanwhile, I'm compelling a face-off between Greto trying to convince the Professor that Dovelia is untrustworthy, and the Professor trying to convince Greto he's overreacting.)
Dovelia: (Aggressive.)
Dovelia: !f 2 (aggressive)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+2 for 5 [4dF = [+][+][+][ ]]
Dovelia: (HA!)
GM: !roll 4df+1 (Arty's Clever)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+1 for 0 [4df = [+][-][ ][-]] (Arty's Clever)
GM: (Oof, welp, he's laying it all out. Almost.)
GM: He pauses, and frowns. He chooses his words carefully: "If... you must know, Greto Sleewa owes us something of a debt. An incredibly massive one, to be precise, and we have an invested interest in making sure he can't pay it off. That's all I'm willing to say at the moment." It does look like he's suddenly more eager to get out of the conversation, and he does so, with more haste than his usual duck-outs. Dovelia has learned something about him, certainly: [I Don’t Intend to Let Mr. Sleewa Pay Off His Debt][!!].
GM: "Let's talk about it, then! Rachelle, you do look tired. You mind if me and 'Tosky take this to the bathroom and let you rest? Don't worry, we'll leave a few dishes free for you. We can talk more in the morning!"
GM: (Meanwhile, I'll actually roll for Greto and Norstar now.)
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Greto's Clever)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 0 [4df = [-][-][-][+]] (Greto's Clever)
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Norstar's Flashy)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 2 [4df = [+][+][-][-]] (Norstar's Flashy)
GM: (Friendship speech incoming. XD)
Dovelia: turns her attention back to her food, but she's glaring at Mr. Margrave the whole time. She feels rather like she's been roped into this under false pretenses now, but that's not enough to make her simply quit the mission. She has a reputation to uphold. "The job will be done. My way. And I respectfully ask you to - how do the lower classes put it? - butt out until I am through with Mr. Sleewa."
Reality Glitch: "Sure." Rachelle throws her hand up in a shrug, "Not like I know what I'm doing." then flops on the human-size bed, "Just make sure the dishes you leave me are something I can cook with only Earthling ingredients."
GM: "Greto... I just can't believe you!" Norstar points at Greto. "Dovelia may or may not have issue with you, I cannot deny, but would she really sabotage her own game just to get at you? I'm shocked at your lack of faith in your own ally!"
Greto winces. "I don't think she's my-"
"Then if you can't trust her as a friend..." Norstar looks to the ceiling with a tear in her eye, "then why not trust her as a competitor?" A patriotic bird is astral-imposed behind her in the edit, also shedding a tear. After that display, even Greto starts to feel doubt, and doesn't know what to think about it. This leaves him both STRAINED [!] and [SCRAMBLED][!] as he wonders about the implications. Meanwhile, this has just hammered home how Norstar [Stands By Her Allies][!], and it's endeared her.
Dovelia: ("You really are a fool, aren't you.")
GM: "Alright! Let's go~ Tosky!" Cocoa tries to drag <@!Ratatoskr> into the bathroom.
GM: (<@!Ratatoskr>?)
GM: (Can't move forward with what I want to do with Rachelle until you and Cocoa are out of the room.)
Reality Glitch: ((I was honestly expecting the villain encounter to happen on her way up to the room.))
Reality Glitch: ((We could role-play that now as a flashback.))
GM: (I liked the idea of her overhearing the hints of a conversation from outside and going to check it out through the peep-hole, but this works too.)
GM: (Also, I just remembered that <@!Ratatoskr> is dinnering.)
Ratatoskr: (OH GOD I SAID DINNER ;w;)
Ratatoskr: (AAAA)
GM: (Fuck, sorry. XD)
Reality Glitch: ((Language! :P))
GM: (So, your response, <@!Ratatoskr>?)
GM: (<@Reality Glitch>: The peep-hole eavesdropping method avoids having him in two places at once. XD)
Reality Glitch: ((We don't need to, though. This would be happen while they are looking for Rachelle and Cocoa and end before Ratatoskr succeeds.))
GM: (I mean, I was under the impression that <@!Ratatoskr> was about to respond.)
Reality Glitch: ((And I highly doubt that anything will happen to Rachelle while Ratatoskr and Cocoa are talking.))
Reality Glitch: ((They're at dinner right now.))
Ratatoskr: LH: "The Bathrooms? I see, We will debrief Rachelle on our plans tomorrow, I wish sweet nightmares and bitter dreams, as the saying goes." And then he proceeds to go to the bathroom.
Ratatoskr: (i was under a slow typing debuff, sorry again)
Reality Glitch: "What? No!"
GM: (XD)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle rolls over and finally goes to sleep for the night.
Reality Glitch: ((It is night/evening; right?))
GM: Rachelle: You hear a faint murmuring from outside as you're about to drift off.
Reality Glitch: ((I thought the only problem with doing the flashback was with Ratatoskr not responding?))
GM: (Him not responding was the only thing in the way of doing it the non-flashback way.)
Reality Glitch: ((It's going to be a separate scene either way, so why not have it be a flashback/dream-sequence.))
GM: <@!Ratatoskr>: "Alright," says Cocoa, "we already got those sugarsnails, so I doubt we're gonna see anything sweet. What does that leave?"
GM: (Why does it have to be a flashback at this point?)
Reality Glitch: ((It just makes more sense for it to have happened on her way to to room than after she got there.))
GM: (Okay, fine. Not sure I follow, but if you'll stop making a fuss about it... let's do that.)
Ratatoskr: "Chilli, Frost and Meaty dishes. My specially being the first, although im not shy of the second. Fish is a delicacy in my home-land." Responded the Chimera.
GM: As Rachelle drifts off... she ends up thinking back to her time in the elevator. There was only one other person riding with her; a green cat in a fancy suit and scarf. "Yes... CEO... ca... ...wn." He's facing the corner, and trying to talk to... it's hard to make out, but some kind of hologram of someone. Half the words he's saying are too quiet for your translator to parse.
GM: Ratatoskr: "Yeah, yeah! I heard this episode is called 'Surf 'n' Turf,' so there'll deffo be seafood!" She's drawing a diagram on the board, just like... someone used to. It's tickling the back of your mind. "What else? There'll be turf, too, so probably... savory... or bitter flavors with that... Anything beyond that?"
Reality Glitch: Rachelle's curiosity had gotten the better of her as she quietly took a couple half-steps to get within earshot of the third catfolk she had seen since waking up this mourning.
GM: (Roll... Sneaky?)
GM: (Or something else, if you think it's appropriate.)
Reality Glitch: ((Didn't think this'd be important enough to call for a roll.))
GM: (You're trying to discover a villain's aspect, here.)
Reality Glitch: ((Especially given the inevitability of it.))
Reality Glitch: ((Alright.))
Ratatoskr: LH: "Hm....Oh, I can't think of anything else, you seem to have...nailed it!" He looks at the board, reminds him awfully close to something...huh. RH: "Oh, What if we have to actually harass other contestants, eh?"
Reality Glitch: !f 1
DiscoDude: <@Reality Glitch> rolled 4dF+1 for 2 [4dF = [+][+][-][ ]]
GM: !roll 4df+1 (Clever)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+1 for 1 [4df = [ ][ ][+][-]] (Clever)
Reality Glitch: ((Haaaa! Didn't notice.))
GM: <@Reality Glitch>: "Look, we have things under control. You're paying us ten times what he owes us anyways. The moment he defaults on his debt, he's gone. He won't trouble you any long... er?" You're quick enough to step back before he turns around, but not before seeing who he's talking to; what seems to be a... anthropomorphic, robotic cow? But the most noteworthy detail was that... logo on the breastplate. That winking cow face... as you dream, you realize that it's been a while since you've really stopped and examined the Sirloin Corp. logo; since that's exactly what it was! And what's more, you discovered something about this mysterious cat's connection to them!
GM: ([I’m Dealing With a Nuisance for Sirloin Corp.][!])
GM: <@!Ratatoskr>: "Well~ I'm actually pretty good at knocking things over, but besides that? I think we need to leave the physical part mostly to you, sorry." She gives one of her patented pouts.
GM: (<@!Dovelia>: To be clear, you're satisfied with your scene?)
Ratatoskr: RH: "OH OHOHO!! A fine choice you just made!!“ The left arm does a ok sign. LH:" I will be able to fend off trapping attempts, maybe even turn them on our assailants, but I still want to cook, if that is alright."
Reality Glitch: Once Rachelle saw the Sirloin Corp.'s logo she knew (or at least felt the most likely explanation was) that it was her very employers that had abducted her. Why, though? She knew she was Good (+3) but not didn't have the ego to believe she was interplanetarily Good (+3). As the dapper feline returned to their call, she tried sneaking another clip.
Dovelia: (yeah, sorry, i missed that he left already)
GM: "Well duh! I doubt we'd have enough time to finish unless everyone cooked at least a little bit." Cocoa gives a thumbs up. "No chef is without use; that's the Ramsay way!" That phrase - 'the Ramsay way' - definitely sounds familiar.
GM: (<@&492818331418755092> ready to move on?)
Dovelia: (yes)
Reality Glitch: ((I'm waiting for the memory to finish.))
GM: (It did. I was just waiting for your reaction. Potentially you waking up in a sweat after realizing where you recognized that logo.)
Reality Glitch: ((Right; I was going to try and get all the way to were the flashback met up with real-time, but that works; sorry.))
Ratatoskr: "....Hah, You may be just right." There it is a unison sentence again, before the LH speaks. "Then I presume this will suffice as preparation for now?"
GM: "Sure. I'm gonna go hit the hay now."
Ratatoskr: LH: "I Believe We will do the same" RH: "I forced him to sleep at healthy hours and not practice for like, the whole night." And a headbutt again from the left head, a pretty strong one too. LH: "Learn to keep secrets, idiot!"
Reality Glitch: Rachelle wakes up, thoroughly spooked. Looking to her left, she sees Cocoa sleeping peacefully in her bed. Little bugger fits just fine! Why she try to cheat me one of mine? Then her thoughts returned to her dream/memory. "$#!+" She whispered under her breath. She got up to go change into more appropriate nightwear before realizing she did have any of her personal belongings with her when she left the transport. Turning back towards the bed, her foot hits something soft. Looking down, she could just make out the shape of her duffle bag sticking out from under the nightstand. "Thank the heavens!" She blurts out, managing to keep her voice low in her excitement.
After changing into a nightgown, she plops back down on the bed and tries to back to sleep before the competition in the morning.
GM: (<@&492818331418755092> ready to advance?)
Ratatoskr: (yeah)
Reality Glitch: ((Ready.))
GM: (<@!Dovelia>?)
Dovelia: (yes)
GM: Things finally wind down into the night, and those chefs still awake finally collapse onto their beds (except Zicks, who passes out on the lobby floor after drinking his rage away).
GM: After a decent sleep (for some), the non-adjustable alarm clocks in your rooms go off just over an hour before dawn, and as soon as you’re out of your rooms, you are ushered to the shuttle.
Dovelia: (no mention of the reaction to Dovelia's cooking?)
Dovelia: (i mean she probably spent hours in that kitchen XD)
GM: (Who’s reaction?)
Dovelia: (like, she was explicitly preparing a spread for everybody)
Dovelia: (mainly as stress relief but still XD)
GM: (Really? Whoops.)
Reality Glitch: ((I'm guessing Cocoa has no reaction to Rachelle's drastic change of wardrobe? Pretty fancy P.J.'s for someone willing to run around in jeans and a t-shirt.))
GM: (Also, Carmine, Henna, and Alexx were pretty at it too.)
GM: (Cocoa was wearing pjs too.)
Reality Glitch: ((Yes, but Rachelle's basically a backwater bumkin to Cocoa.))
GM: (Is she? Not everyone is Dovelia. XD)
Reality Glitch: ((I thought there was some fuss amongst the show and it's fans about this?))
GM: (Look, if Cocoa reacted, it wasn’t shown on camera. I wanna move forward with the story. Anybody reacting to the early wake-up?)
Reality Glitch: ((Sorry; moving on.))
Dovelia: (let's just summarize: Dovelia probably - and unintentionally - crashed right after preparing her feast. How much is left by the time she wakes up? XD)
GM: (Not much; there were civilians there, too.)
Dovelia: (good enough XD)
GM: (It can be assumed that there are staff members there to manually wake up Dovelia and Zicks. XD)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle manages to wake up fine and dandy despite her nightmarish realization. She manages to get into the bathroom before Cocoa having been given the closer bed, and goes through her morning routine: 30 minute shower, dressed in a clean set of jeans and T-shirt (won't be needing the suit and tie since this isn't a typical business trip), ate the instant breakfast she packed (Good (+3) thing, too, considering she has no idea how any of the alien food would sit with her), brushed her teeth, brush her hair and put it back into a her signature pony tail, and grabbed her backyard apron and phone on her way out to the elevator.
Reality Glitch: While on the ride down she checked to to see if the cell service her could reach back to Earth. With the knowledge that her company had contacts with robots and aliens, it wasn't a stretch.
GM: It doesn't seem to have intergalactic cell service, and it seems like there's only galactic and local websites available.
Dovelia: "...you used prepackaged garlic butter, you heathen! I will end you!...what?" Dovelia wakes up with a start, notices the time, curses to herself, then adjusts her hair. That's really all the prep she needs.
Reality Glitch: ((And that's why I shouldn't have posted that in pieces.))
GM: (It was dragging on anyways.)
GM: (We can't afford to wait half an hour every time you want to chew the scenery, man.)
Reality Glitch: ((Not my fault when no one else will continue on.))
GM: (I was waiting for you to be done...)
GM: (I think I'll keep a mental time limit in the future.)
GM: (2 minutes until you have to finish whatever you're typing.)
Reality Glitch: Sure enough, she manages to a connection through to her home's landline. One ring; two rings; three rings; "Hewwo?" Her youngest son had picked up the phone; the sounds of a possible fight between the other two going on in the background.
"Michael, sweety; how have things been while I was gone?"
"Wha' happened? You said you'd be back by dinner."
"I'm sorry; I got caught up in a business trip and I have to stay quite a time longer. I'll let Mrs. Macklemore know you need a 'sitter."
"I don' think she can...." The child's voice trails into a horrid, inhuman cry that was couldn't have been her son, but was too close to the phone to be anyone else. Then the line cuts off. After trying to redial thrice and getting now response, she continues to out the lobby door.
GM: (O-kay.)
GM: The ride is a bit longer this time; instead of driving into the heart of the city this time, it instead goes towards the public beach… and beyond. In the predawn light, the waters are dark as they rush beneath, the shuttle nearly touching the occasional wave.
Reality Glitch: ((Remember the accidental foreshadowing I did last time?))
GM: (Yep. Got anything to say here?)
GM: (You don't have to say anything after every paragraph, in case you're wondering. If a minute or so goes by without anyone "typing," I'll assume no one has anything to say.)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle Stares out at the alien sea, twice haunted: once by her encounter in the elevator last night, and once by the phone-call this morning.
GM: Soon, an island comes into view. The shuttle docks, and takes off again as soon as the 15 competitors are let off onto the rocky beach. A staff member leads the group along the coast to their final destination: a semicircular set of stone stairs lines a depressed basin, behind which rises a statue of what appears to be a mole-like desk clerk holding a tablet and a knife. The basin itself faces the sea, and would have been flooded if not for the metal dam completing the circle. Everything is lit by torches, including the raised arena in the center, where several colossal shapes are covered in silk, and flanked by what will be the usual arena setup; raised judging table, commentator’s podium, and lardertron.
GM: Suddenly, the Chairwoman and Holly Go-Lightwave both appear in an explosion of fire. The Chairwoman greets you coolly: “Good morning, contestants.” She gestures up to the statue. “Ten galactic cycles ago today, ambassador Wols Karpal thwarted the infamous sniper and anarchist Stone’s Throw from preventing the galactic treaty from being signed in Capital City Harbor, at the cost of his own life. Today, you may very well fight even harder than he did in order to demonstrate your own range. Not only will you have to tantalize our taste buds with five unique dishes, but you will be expected to cook with at least two secret ingredients. Your team must prove that you are the masters of… surf and turf!”
GM: The Chairwoman pulls back the silk sheets: underneath are cages and tanks, filled with snorting behemoths and sloshing leviathans.
GM: Surf Monsters: Krabbadger, Jellyshark, Algaegator
Aspects:
[Wet and Wild]
[Slippery, Sly Monsters]
Natural Flavors:
Krabbadger: Cool
Jellyshark: Sour
Algaegator: Bitter
Abilities:
Skilled (+2) at:
Pinching.
Ensnaring.
Wriggling
Bad (-2) at:
Anything on dry land.
Complex thinking.
Conditions:
GM: Turf Monsters: Black Hole Mamba, Chlororam, Razorphant
Aspects:
[Mad and Stubborn]
[Big and Heavy]
Natural Flavors:
B. H. Mamba: Spicy
Chlororam: Bitter
Razorphant: Savory
Abilities:
Skilled (+2) at:
Biting.
Kicking.
Knocking things over.
Bad (-2) at:
Resisting taunts.
Complex thinking.
Conditions:
Dovelia: "Really, now? They'd have us harvest our main ingredients from a circus freak show? I thought this was a serious competition."
Reality Glitch: Rachelle claps her hands to the sides of her head "Are you mad! Those things look like Dangerous animals?"
GM: "Crabadgers! I knew it," says Cocoa.
Ratatoskr: RH: "Aw, Don't you worry, betcha I can handle the Razorphant!" LH: "...I'm fairly certain we can try."
GM: The chairwoman starts to turn, but stops, and then adds with a smile; “One last thing. As you know, whatever team ends up winning will advance in the ranking. However, I’m also adding one last twist.
GM: “You will also be competing with one of my House Chefs. If my chef wins, none of you will advance in the ranking… and it won’t bode well for your chances against the Uranium Chef. Today, you will have to beat… my Promethium Chef!”
Reality Glitch: Rachelle quips, semi-sarcastically, "Are all the house chefs named after periodic elements?"
Ratatoskr: Both of Ratatoskrs heads turn up at the mention of the secret chef, Cocoa and Rachelle could swear theFour eyess even sharpened. "T-The Promethium Chef..."
GM: … “I aaaaammmmmm hheeeeeeeEEEEEEERRRRREEE!!! CRUUUUUSHINNNNGGG TIIIIIIIIMMMMME!!!”
GM: A shadow flies up into the sky in an impressive leap, sailing over the memorial statue of Wols before landing with a THOOM, leaving cracks on the arena platform; the Promethium Chef is a massive figure that dwarfs the others on stage. It has the body of a gruff space troll, but large portions of its skull and arms have been augmented with cybernetic enhancements. It snorts at the air and declares: “I crush puny chefs! I roast your bone and grind yo’ meat to make my bread! Get roasted on!”
Reality Glitch: Rachelle's jaw drops.
Dovelia: "Please don't give him the pleasure of your fear, Rachelle," Dovelia says. "I know his type. All promises and no payoff."
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr is shocked in place, but both heads have a twisted smile, they are enjoying this show.
Reality Glitch: "Why? How?" Rachelle reel back in frustration, "HOW IS ANY OF THIS LEGAL!?" before thrusting her upper body forwards, arms outsretched, "THERE WEREN'T ANY WAIVERS OR PARMISSION SLIPS TO SIGN!"
GM: As the shuttle returns and parks behind the statue, the Chairwoman yells out; “Ready or not, your time begins now. Commencez à créer!”
GM: - FINAL COOK-OFF: SURF 'N' TURF VS THE PROMETHIUM CHEF BEGIN! -
Reality Glitch: !f 3
DiscoDude: <@Reality Glitch> rolled 4dF+3 for 0 [4dF = [ ][-][-][-]]
Reality Glitch: ((BWAM BWAM!))
Dovelia: "Dear, if we were on the same side...I would still let you fend for yourself. But I'm going to give you the same advice as when we started: violence is your new reality. Either you accept it, or you die."
GM: (You're just supposed to roll 4df since you're tied in quick with the Promethium Chef.)
GM: !roll 4df (Promethium Chef)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df for -1 [4df = [ ][-][-][+]] (Promethium Chef)
Reality Glitch: ((Then that's Awful (-3).))
Reality Glitch: ((House Chef goes first.))
GM: !roll 4df (Cocoa)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df for 0 [4df = [ ][ ][+][-]] (Cocoa)
GM: !f (Greto)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF for 0 [4dF = [ ][-][ ][+]]
GM: !f (Cocoa)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF for -1 [4dF = [-][+][ ][-]]
GM: (Greto, then Cocoa.)
GM: (<@!Dovelia>! <@!Ratatoskr>!)
Dovelia: !f
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF for 0 [4dF = [-][+][ ][ ]]
Dovelia: (wow)
Ratatoskr: !f (Ratatoskr)
DiscoDude: <@Ratatoskr> rolled 4dF for 0 [4dF = [ ][+][ ][-]]
Ratatoskr: (WOW)
GM: (<@!Dovelia>!)
Dovelia: !f
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF for 0 [4dF = [-][ ][+][ ]]
Dovelia: (ARGH)
GM: (<@!Ratatoskr>!)
Ratatoskr: (WOW)
Ratatoskr: !f
DiscoDude: <@Ratatoskr> rolled 4dF for 0 [4dF = [ ][ ][-][+]]
Ratatoskr: (WHAT)
GM: (<@!Dovelia>!)
Dovelia: !f
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF for 0 [4dF = [-][+][ ][ ]]
Dovelia: (WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, THEDUDE)
Ratatoskr: (;X;)
GM: (<@!Ratatoskr>!)
Ratatoskr: !f
DiscoDude: <@Ratatoskr> rolled 4dF for -2 [4dF = [-][ ][-][ ]]
Ratatoskr: FINALLY
Reality Glitch: Rachelle leans in towards Ratatoskr and Cocoa, "So, what's the plan this time?"
Ratatoskr: AWAIT
Ratatoskr: NO
Ratatoskr: NO
GM: > TURN ORDER
PROMETHIUM
RACHELLE
GRETO
COCOA
DOVELIA
RATATOSKR
NORSTAR
SOUS-BOTS
Reality Glitch: ((<@!Ratatoskr>; fate dice are inherently skewed towards giving a result closer to 0.))
Ratatoskr: ((I Know XD))
GM: (Promethium Chef Battle Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_YbWGbx5JM&t=47s )
GM: Requirement: Each team must retrieve at least one surf ingredient and one turf ingredient, and complete at least 5 dishes in 10 exchanges.
Objective: Each team must complete at least one dish that includes the natural flavor of their surf animal, and a second dish that includes the natural flavor of their turf animal. The natural flavors of the secret ingredients do not have to be included in the dishes’ main aspects. If a team fails to do so, they gain the aspect [Doesn’t Feel Like Surf ‘n’ Turf]{!}.
GM: - EXCHANGE 1/10 -
Reality Glitch: Rachelle leans in towards Ratatoskr and Cocoa, "So, what's that plan you two discussed?"
Reality Glitch: ((<@!Ratatoskr>?))
GM: "Hur hur..." The Promethium chef starts out on the center stage. Faster than anyone can react, he attempts to punch straight into the razorphants' cage!
GM: ( {Strike It Down}: When collecting an ingredient, I can gain +2 to Aggressive to my overcome or attack roll. Can be used once per scene or cook-off. )
GM: !roll 4df+6 (Aggressive)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+6 for 6 [4df = [+][-][+][-]] (Aggressive)
Reality Glitch: ((<@!GM>; if <@!Ratatoskr> isn't going to respond to Rachelle's question, will Cocoa?))
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Stampeding)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 1 [4df = [-][-][+][ ]] (Stampeding)
GM: (Oof. Lemme think.)
GM: Cocoa: "Uh- I have an idea for the jellysharks! <@!Ratatoskr>, you should be able to get us Black Hole Mamba for yourself and Razorphants for Rachelle, right?!"
GM: Meanwhile, the [(Biggest) Razorphant - Savory][!!] squeals like a youngling as the Promethium Chef cracks it like a whip by its trunk on the arena floor.
Ratatoskr: RH: "Will Do, Lady! This all are gonna get ERRADICATED!" Ratatoskr runs off...and trips...he is gonna take a while to get up from that (aka, he will attack the thing when its his turn )
GM: (Added Sous-Bots on the end of the turn order because I forgot.)
Reality Glitch: ((Pinning the turn order?))
GM:
Reality Glitch: No time to lose. Rachelle, thinks as she bolts off to one of the cooking stations, putting on and tying off the apron as she does so. One there, she tries to start up whatever space-grill-contraption they they're using and get it to be a Piping Hot Cooking Surface.
GM: (Roll vs. +1)
Reality Glitch: !f 1 (Clever)
DiscoDude: <@Reality Glitch> rolled 4dF+1 for 3 [4dF = [ ][+][+][ ]]
GM: And you succeed!
Reality Glitch: Piping Hot Cooking Surface[!]
GM: (Already noted.)
Reality Glitch: ((Right; the doc.))
GM: Greto gracefully sprints up to the crabadger tank and looks back at Norstar. "You need this, right?" "Yepperoonie!" "Right!" He starts tapping on the glass, trying to lead the biggest one right where he wants it, without it realizing. Waiting for the perfect shot...
GM: !roll 4df+3 (Sneaky)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+3 for 3 [4df = [+][-][+][-]] (Sneaky)
GM: !roll 4df-2 (Complex Thinking)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df-2 for -4 [4df = [ ][-][ ][-]] (Complex Thinking)
Dovelia: "Don't you dare use ice on the Chlororams or Algaegators," Dovelia snarls, sizing up her targets. "The produce must be kept fresh."
GM: And right when it's headbutting the spot he designated... BANG A lazer shot goes clean through the poor thing's head. The glass shatters, sending gallons of water and the [(Freshest) Crabadger - Cool][!!] to his feet. He smirks to himself as he carries it over his shoulder.
Ratatoskr:Brutality
GM: "Oh come on!" Cocoa is nearly reaching a squeaking fit when she gets up to the arena. "I had plans for that!" She climbs up the Jellyshark tank. "grumble mumble DIE!" She dives in to wrestle the longest jellyshark!
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Aggressive)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 2 [4df = [ ][ ][ ][ ]] (Aggressive)
GM: (ECLIPSE)
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Ensnaring)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 2 [4df = [ ][-][ ][+]] (Ensnaring)
GM: (Hm, to invoke or not to invoke...)
Reality Glitch: ((Are Eclipses in the Uranium Chef book, or are you pulling it from somewhere else?))
GM: (It's a suggested place to reward extra popularity aspects.)
Reality Glitch: ((So it's there, but posited as optional; got it.))
GM: (And yeah, I'm invoking [I'm Actually a Fiesty Ball of Rage].)
Reality Glitch: ((What's the negative aspect on Cocoa for this?))
GM: Through a rage-induced adrenaline boost, she manages to break its neck before it can ensnare her! She drags the [Jellyshark (Extra Long) - Sour][!!] out of the tank with a huff. Fans have already popularized the [Mouse Wrestles Shark Meme][!] in the meantime.
GM: (<@!Dovelia>!)
Dovelia: "Norstar. Feel free to take care of the seafood, but don't freeze it." She clicks her blade into place. "I have some vegetables to harvest."
Dovelia: She faces down one of the Chlororams, aiming to leap at its head and expertly perforate its skull.
Dovelia: (gonna roll Careful, since she's gunning for precision here)
Dovelia: !f 3 (Careful)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+3 for 5 [4dF = [ ][+][+][ ]]
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Kicking)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 1 [4df = [ ][ ][-][ ]] (Kicking)
GM: (And that chlororam is D-E-D.)
GM: The chlororam tries to counter with a kick to the gut, but your vault was too high for it. You now have the [Chlororam (Alpha) - Bitter][!!]!
GM: (<@!Ratatoskr>!)
Dovelia: "Never cooked one of these before," Dovelia says, smirking to herself. "Time to introduce you to the wonder that is Korentz culinary artistry."
Ratatoskr: Ratatosrk, now back on his feet, dashes again for the Black Hole Mamba, aiming to kill it in one fell swoop!
Ratatoskr: !f 2 (aggresive)
DiscoDude: <@Ratatoskr> rolled 4dF+2 for 4 [4dF = [ ][+][+][ ]]
Reality Glitch: ((Ratatosrk! Go Berserk!))
Ratatoskr: (I CAST FIST)
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Biting)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 4 [4df = [ ][+][+][ ]] (Biting)
Reality Glitch: ((Tie!))
Ratatoskr: (... And I'm gonna Invoke)
GM: (Which aspect?)
Ratatoskr: ([Saizawnexe Mecha-Chimera])
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr sees that its enemy wriggles against him, so he KARATE CHOPS its neck with even more unrivaled power! "THIS IS THE XISAWN NECK BREAKER!"
GM: KER-CHOP! And that [B.H. Mamba (Record Length) - Spicy][!!] is deader than the last guy you used it on!
GM: Norstar waddles up to the lardertron. "You scratch my back, I scratch yours, Mr. Sleewa! Now, what was it he wanted...?"
GM: !roll 4df+3 (Clever)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+3 for 3 [4df = [+][-][-][+]] (Clever)
GM: "Ah, that's right; [Maltesian Buttery Acid - Sour][!]! Genius!" She punches it in, and out comes battery acid's more delicious cousin, in a neat little bottle.
Reality Glitch: ((A pun worthy of Rachelle's talent.))
GM: "Uh... Oh! SOOS-BOTS!" The Promethium Chef calls out, and two sous-bots come down from the ceiling. "Duh... AL-gee gatuh! Zap! ZAP!" One of them proceeds to do so.
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Attacking Secret Ingredients)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 3 [4df = [+][-][ ][+]] (Attacking Secret Ingredients)
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Wriggling)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 3 [4df = [+][+][ ][-]] (Wriggling)
GM: And it's not enough to kill it, though the bot's attack did - Stun-Shock - it a little. The other swoops in to finish the job!
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Attacking Secret Ingredients)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 2 [4df = [ ][-][+][ ]] (Attacking Secret Ingredients)
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Wriggling)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 4 [4df = [+][-][+][+]] (Wriggling)
Reality Glitch: ((Invoking Stun-Shock?))
GM: (Invoking - Stun-Shock - to make the Algaegator reroll.)
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Wriggling)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 1 [4df = [ ][-][-][+]] (Wriggling)
GM: The onslaught of attacks is certainly leaving the poor thing STRAINED [!].
GM: - EXCHANGE 2/10 -
GM: "Dur... I DO IT MYSELF!"
Reality Glitch: ((I didn't think they had conditions.))
GM: "Cannonnnnnnnn-BAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL!" He leaps up high in the air, and...
GM: !roll 4df+4 (Aggressive)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+4 for 6 [4df = [+][-][+][+]] (Aggressive)
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Wriggling)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 0 [4df = [-][ ][-][ ]] (Wriggling)
GM: (Oof.)
GM: CRRRRAAAAAAAASHHHH!!! The whole tank blows up! The Promethium Chef picks up the poor [Algaegator (Tenderized) - Bitter][!!] and carries it with him back to Station 6. (Is Rachelle at Station 1 again, BTW?)
Reality Glitch: ((Yes.))
GM: "Hur hur... hello lady." He grins at Rachelle.
Dovelia: "Foul!" Dovelia shouts. "What do you plan on doing with that after you've pulverized it? Serve it to the infants in the audience?"
Reality Glitch: ((Is the house chef going to attack Rachelle?))
GM: (No, he just ended his turn.)
Reality Glitch: ((In her zone?))
GM: (At Station 6, the one next to yours.)
Reality Glitch: ((Got it.))
Reality Glitch: ((Are Ratatoskr or Cocoa at the station yet?))
GM: (Not until their turn. You thinking of Quickly sharpening knives?)
Reality Glitch: ((Basically.))
GM: "Yur in Numbah 1 spot! That my spot..."
Reality Glitch: "It was the closest one to where I started." Rachelle's voice trembling.
Reality Glitch: Rachelle flinches as she hears the booming voice next-door. After but a moment's pause, she turns back to to her cooking and starts Quickly setting out the Masterwork Cooking Utensils for once the others return with the now not-so-secret ingredients.
Reality Glitch: !f 3 (Quick)
DiscoDude: <@Reality Glitch> rolled 4dF+3 for 1 [4dF = [-][-][-][+]]
GM: (It's VS. +2 since it's not your first station prep aspect...)
Reality Glitch: ((Invoking Human Backyard Barbecuer Abductee.))
GM: (Alright. You succeed.)
GM: (Next is...)
GM: Greto scowls at what's left of the Razorphants. "That's a lost cause... We have the turf already. How about a regular meat?" He trades off the crabadger and Buttery Acid with Norstar, and heads to Station 5. "Let's start with a steak. A marinated steak, to be precise."
GM: (Attempting to make [Marinated Marble Steak - Savory] (Value:3) with his stunt; {Marinade Master}: Because I am a master of marinades, I can use Sour in place of Savory when creating a Savory dish aspect. Can be used once per scene or cook-off.)
GM: !roll 4df+3 (Sour)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+3 for 2 [4df = [+][-][ ][-]] (Sour)
GM: (And invoking that Buttery Acid.)
GM: "There we go... you really have to let it soak for a while. These temporal accelerator boxes are a godsend."
Dovelia: (Each team takes one station, right?)
GM: (Yep.)
Dovelia: "Yes...that's exactly what I would do," Dovelia says, trying not to be impressed.
GM: Cocoa, meanwhile, is heading straight back to Station 1. "Okay... Let's not panic! I'm not panicking! Time to make something of this Jellyshark!" She pulls out a drawer, revealing a large pestle, and grabs a bag of rice flour. "Who's hungry for [Jellyshark Mochi - Sour] (Value:4)?!"
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Sour)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 4 [4df = [+][ ][+][ ]] (Sour)
GM: (And one invoke of the shark spent.)
Reality Glitch: "Ugh! That thing is utterly Frightening!"
GM: THWACK "Few people know-" THWACK "- that Jellysharks contain-" THWACK "- a lot of-" THWACK "- gelatine!" She hammers and peels that dough until it's a nice and tough, yet light and fluffy consistency.
GM: (<@!Dovelia>!)
Dovelia: (1 sec)
Dovelia: heads towards the station, but first stops by the Larder-atron to grab some complementary flavor for the dish she has in mind.
Dovelia: "Of course, only [Korentz Tree Tomatoes - Sour] will do..."
Dovelia: !f 2 (sour)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+2 for 2 [4dF = [+][+][-][-]]
Dovelia: (good enough? 😉 )
GM: (Yep.)
GM: (<@!Ratatoskr>!)
Ratatoskr: (Hmm, I found myself in a bit of a problem, trying to figure a clever way to get the Razorphant XD)
GM: (Why does it need to be clever? 😉 )
Reality Glitch: ((Why Clever? Why not Aggressive?))
Ratatoskr: (Pff, is it alright to just smash two things the same way XD?)
GM: (Sure!)
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr, now with the B.H.Mambo in hand Rushes towards the Razorphant's Cage, with the intetins of flipping it back on itsself and smashing its chest pretty hard, are you sure this isn't a killing machine?
Ratatoskr: !f 2
DiscoDude: <@Ratatoskr> rolled 4dF+2 for 2 [4dF = [-][ ][+][ ]]
Ratatoskr: (AAAA)
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Knocking Things Over)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 1 [4df = [ ][-][+][-]] (Knocking Things Over)
GM: (Since this isn't the "main" one with two free invokes, I'm ruling it doesn't have any conditions. 😉 )
GM: And it's dead! You now have your own [Razorphant - Savory][!].
Ratatoskr: Time to drag this things back to the stations...
GM: Norstar carries the Crabadger back to the station and slams it down on the counter. "I have the shellfish! This dish could use some claws!" She gets out a cast iron skillet and, with Greto's permission, attempts to have his steak [Bedded with Crabadger Claws - Cool] (Value: 2).
GM: !roll 4df+3 (Cool)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+3 for 2 [4df = [-][ ][+][-]] (Cool)
GM: (And that's one invoke of the Crabadger.)
GM: And they're nested together neatly, like a tight jigsaw puzzle.
GM: Shortly before the Promethium Chef went to Station 6, it punched a quick command into the Sous-Bots. They both head over to the lardertron and begin to fiddle.
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Collecting Ingredients)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 2 [4df = [+][ ][ ][-]] (Collecting Ingredients)
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Collecting Ingredients)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 5 [4df = [ ][+][+][+]] (Collecting Ingredients)
GM: They both get what they're looking for; when they return to Station 6, they're carrying [Radioactive Cheese - Savory][!] and [Space Wasp Honey - Sweet][!].
GM: - EXCHANGE 3/10 -
GM: "Awlright, get ready for teh steaks. Big, JOO-cy [Razorphant Prime Steak - Savory] (Value:6)!"
GM: !roll 4df+4 (Savory)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+4 for 5 [4df = [+][-][+][ ]] (Savory)
GM: (And one invoke of the Razorphant.)
GM: Despite his demeanor, he stares intently at the steak, cooking at just the right temperature, and only choosing to flip it at just the right time.
GM: (<@Reality Glitch>!)
Reality Glitch: ((Now the others are here, right?))
GM: (Yeah.)
Dovelia: looks off to the side. Despite his bombast, the Promethium Chef is indeed cooking like a worthy adversary.
Reality Glitch: "I've got the grill warmed up and the cutlery prepped, what else do you two need?"
GM: "Tosky brought you some razorphant, right?" Cocoa looks to Ratatoskr with hope.
Dovelia: (I think an irony here is that Dovelia really would rather work with Greto than Norstar. Norstar's "cooking" is too...outre for her tastes. XD)
Ratatoskr: "Razorphant AND Black Hole Mambo, Ladies!" Says the Right Head with hype.
GM: "Alright! Get started on the Razorphant, Rachelle! You know... meat things, right?"
Reality Glitch: "I've never worked with a living cutlery before."
GM: "Did it sound like I was asking you to cook the knife parts?! Come on, it's meat! Cook the meat parts!" Cocoa heads off in the direction of the arena in a huff.
Dovelia: "It's a time-saver!" Dovelia calls out. "I hate time-savers!"
Reality Glitch: Rachelle just give an internal Eh? to herself at the crazy catlady's quip and gets to figuring out how to carve a pachyderm. Fortunately, the outernet comes to the rescue with a seemingly simple-to-follow instruction guide as the first link.
Reality Glitch: ((Going for Razorphant Burgers Savory:4.))
GM: (Roll it!)
Reality Glitch: !f 3 (Savory)
DiscoDude: <@Reality Glitch> rolled 4dF+3 for 4 [4dF = [-][ ][+][+]]
GM: (And invoking?)
Reality Glitch: ((Hitting the high concept again.))
GM: (Not the ingredient?)
Reality Glitch: ((Right! I need to look at the doc more.))
GM: (So... Are you?)
Reality Glitch: ((Yes; invoking the Razorphant - Savory.))
GM: (Alright.)
GM: Greto smiles as he takes the Buttery Acid marinade leftovers and pours them into the skillet in an attempt to make both meats [Submerged in Buttery Acid - Sour] (Value:2). "Waste not, want not, as they say!"
GM: !roll 4df+3 (Sour)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+3 for 1 [4df = [+][-][-][-]] (Sour)
GM: (Oof. Using a FATE Point to invoke that ingredient again.)
GM: "And into the oven you go. This'll be a slow bake, so our little friends aren't coming out for a while."
GM: Cocoa, meanwhile, is fiddling with the lardertron herself. "C'mon... stupid menus... This name is complex, so I gotta take things slow..."
GM: !roll 4df+3 (Careful)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+3 for 3 [4df = [+][-][+][-]] (Careful)
GM: "... There we go; [Hxmxxpkli Fruit - Sweet][!]. Getting the smelly Mxplkxxhi Fruit by accident would have been embarrassing, teehee!"
GM: (<@!Dovelia>!)
Dovelia: "I use ingredients I can pronounce, thank you!" Dovelia calls out. She joins Greto and Norstar at their station and sets to work laying a large tray she can put her materials on as she processes them.
Dovelia: (making another prep aspect - [Elaborate Salad Preparations])
GM: (Roll it!)
Dovelia: (what should I roll, <@!GM>?)
GM: (Whatever you can justify.)
Dovelia: (fair enough. XD)
Dovelia: (let's roll Careful again, because she is indeed trying to be very careful and precise about her preparations here!)
Dovelia: !f 3 (careful)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+3 for 4 [4dF = [+][+][ ][-]]
Dovelia: (nice! I think that's an SWS?)
GM: (Yep!)
Dovelia: finishes laying out her prepwork, then licks her lips as she examines the Chlororam carcass. She has such a splendid plan in mind...
GM: (<@!Ratatoskr>!)
Ratatoskr: (I should ask what a mamba is, but i thought of making a sauce with it XD)
GM: (It's a snek.)
Dovelia: (yes)
Dovelia: (black hole mamba is a play off of black mamba, a kind of snake)
Dovelia: (also there was a kind of chewy fruit candy called Mamba when I was growing up but XD)
Ratatoskr: (good. lets make snekauce, and i hope this works for Cleverly...)
RH: "Hey, Let's use its blood." LH: "What?"
Ratatosrk got some Black Hole Mambo, so what is better than to make a [BLACK HOLE MAMBLOOD SAUCE?! - Spicy][Value: 6] Of course with some additions to accentuate its spicyness, but will he be able to pull this off?!
GM: (Is this your dish base?)
Ratatoskr: (CRAP RIGHT SORRY)
GM: (Forgot how cooking worked again? XD)
Ratatoskr: (Actually, The Sauce is what the dish is all about, he then makes things to soak it in!)
Ratatoskr: (Or am i being too crazy?)
Dovelia: (well that's kind of the idea behind fondue, i think? XD)
GM: (But usually fondue is with either a creamy dip, like cheese or chocolate, or a tub of water or broth to boil stuff in.)
Ratatoskr: (Ah, You don't think it will work with a spicy sauce? xD)
GM: (Not as the Main Dish aspect.)
Ratatoskr: (....Wait, Cant I Switch The aspects later on?)
GM: (Why not just make a Main Dish aspect first?)
Reality Glitch: ((That'll take an action or a fate point.))
Ratatoskr: (gaaaah, im having a hard time coming up with anything, sorry for stalling.)
Ratatoskr: (OKAY PLAN B)
Ratatoskr opens the snake up and begins cutting the snake like mad, dropping all the cuts into a bowl, ready to be put in the oven!
GM: (Look, just google stuff in the same general cuisine of your high concept if you're seriously stuck.)
Dovelia: (^)
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr does a clean cut on the Snake's mangled neck, and lets the blood drop in a bowl, his hand's then begin mixing it with some water, and spices, This blood was gonna be part of a [B.H. Blood Spice Soup! - Spicy][Value 6]
GM: (Alright, roll it!)
Ratatoskr: (THERE, Rolling Cleverly.)
GM: (Spicy!)
Ratatoskr: (RIGHt)
Ratatoskr: ( ITS STILL 3)
GM: (You create dish aspects with Culinary approaches, remember that.)
Ratatoskr: !f 3
DiscoDude: <@Ratatoskr> rolled 4dF+3 for 4 [4dF = [ ][ ][ ][+]]
Ratatoskr: (AND IM COMPELLING THE SNAKE INTO THIS, AND MY HIGH CONCEPT!!)
GM: (Or just the snake twice.)
GM: (It is a double free invoke.)
Ratatoskr: (Wait, IS that Possible?! THEN SURE.)
GM: (You guys seriously need to check the notes doc more often.)
Ratatoskr: ( I thought we couldn't compel it twice, im incredibly sorry for taking so much time ^^;;;;)
GM: (Double free invoke pairs are the exception.)
Ratatoskr: (Understood!)
Dovelia: (^)
GM: Norstar takes some of the remaining Crabadger - the main body rather than the claws - dices it small, and starts blasting it with a tiny jet of freezing air. "The ideeeeeaaaaaa is to chill it enough to kill the bacteria, but! But but but, not enough as to damage the delicate crab tissues. Hee!" She's attempting to make [Crabadger Ceviche - Cool] (Value:5).
GM: !roll 4dF+5 (Cool + {Ceviche Savvy})
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+5 for 4 [4dF = [-][-][ ][+]] (Cool + {Ceviche Savvy})
GM: (And invoking that last free invoke on the crabadger.)
GM: And those are quite a few chunks of near-frozen crab-meat. "By the time I serve this, they will be pleasantly cool. Does my GENIUS know no bounds?!"
GM: "Go, pretties! MOAR FOOD THINGS!" The Promethium Chef sends out the Sous-Bots to gather more ingredients from the lardertron.
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Collecting Ingredients)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 5 [4df = [+][+][ ][+]] (Collecting Ingredients)
GM: !roll 4df+2 (Collecting Ingredients)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4df+2 for 4 [4df = [ ][ ][+][+]] (Collecting Ingredients)
Dovelia: "Raw seafood," Dovelia mutters under her breath. "What a positively barbaric concept."
GM: They they both grab what they need: [Battery Lemons - Sour][!] and [Bulgare Peppers][!].
GM: (A'ight, now that Exchange 3 is over, wanna call it a night, <@&492818331418755092>?)
Ratatoskr: ((yeah ^^;))
Reality Glitch: ((Sure.))
Dovelia: (sounds good to me!)
GM: (Then let us...)
GM: !end
