DiscoDude: ---BEGIN SESSION---
DiscoDude: Session logging commenced
Ryusui|GM: "And we're back, folks!"
Ryusui|GM: The chefs are still standing in a line in front of Chairwoman Maalu. "Before the next challenge begins, we will have a short break period." She nods to you: "This next challenge will be a team challenge. Two teams of two, vs. the House Chef and one of our sous-bots. Teamwork will be paramount in order to defeat one of the finest chefs in my repertoire."
Ryusui|GM: She looks directly at you, Tako-san: "As the winner of the quick-fire, you will have first pick of teammate. The remaining two competitors will be sorted into a second team."
Vera: "Decide our fates, o mighty cephalopod."
Vera: Vera does a little unenthused "rah-rah" fist-pump.
Ryusui|GM: "While we prepare the arena for the next challenge, I request you all move to the Green Room to deliberate, and make any plans you wish. This next challenge will exercise your culinary creativity, so be ready!"
Ryusui|GM: The Green Room
[Heavy, Comfortable Furniture] [Low-Tech Locks]
Ryusui|GM: And so the four of you are moved to the Green Room to make whatever final preparations or decisions you'd like before the next challenge begins.
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San, propelled by Daisy's muscle power, enters the room with enthusiasm; "Alright; time to choose a side for my dish."
Vera: Vera plops back on the big couch length-wise. "Maaaaaan, even the waiting room is fin' plush. I could get used to this." Her infrequent grin breaks down into her usual frown. 'Which of these chuckle-f***s am I gonna get stuck with? Hope they can carry their weight. I came here to get AWAY from having to carry everyone's slack.'
"Oi, Greto. Know any recipes for sht you eat when you're alone? I've been jonesing to do something fun with peanut-butter or something."
Ryusui|GM: Greto gives you the side-eye, Vera. "All my food preparation is practice for competition. Including what you would consider 'casual snacking at home.'"
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San and Daisy mirror Greto's sentiment. "That's mighty disrespectful way to talk to your peers.' Tako-San voices.
Vera: "Even better. 'Fast Food, Greto's Way.' What sort of stuff you get up to for when you're hangry?"
Ryusui|GM: He looks away. "I'm not obliged to answer."
Margen: Margen mumbles something dreamily about Glurrid vatstickers
Vera: sigh "C'mon, I promise I won't laugh." Vera sits up on the couch and peers over the back at Greto.
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San continues to glare at Vera for a second before switch gaze to a more cheery lock on Margen. "What about you? I didn't get a Good (+3) look at what you made."
Margen: "It was a simple dish to bring out the essence of the ingredient, complementing without overpowering it. Mostly butter."
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: "I....see. A bit high on calories, but that's only talking humans."
Ryusui|GM: Greto rolls his enormous black eyes. "If you must know, I rather like a carpaccio. Meat handling is somewhat outside my usual range of expertise, so my results have been variable."
Vera: "Fancy." Vera takes out her waitress's notepad. "The place I work uses this one glaze, makes the meat just melt in your mouth. I don't like it, but real recognizes real. What sauces do you use?"
Ryusui|GM: (if it's a face-off you want...)
Ryusui|GM: Greto narrows his gaze, clearly tired of Vera's constant needling. "Battery acid," he mutters.
Ryusui|GM: !f 3 (Sneaky)
DiscoDude: <@Ryusui|GM> rolled 4dF+3 for 4 [4dF = [-][+][ ][+]]
Vera: !f 3 (CLEVER)
DiscoDude: <@Vera> rolled 4dF+3 for 0 [4dF = [ ][-][-][-]]
Vera: (... I can explain.)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San continues with Margen: "So, if you are familiar with what I do, I ask you: What do you think you can do to compliment it?"
Vera: (Can I invoke my High Concept to reroll?)
Ryusui|GM: (sure)
Margen: "hmm..."
Margen contemplates
Vera: !f 3 (CLEVER)
DiscoDude: <@Vera> rolled 4dF+3 for 6 [4dF = [ ][+][+][+]]
Vera: (*fist-pump)
Ryusui|GM: (ha ha ha, shit)
Margen: "Sculptural elements and textural varnishes"
Vera: (Got anything to counter that?)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: "Ah! An Artist like myself!"
Vera: (I'll take that silence as a no.)
Margen: "and a careful eye to savory specialties"
Ryusui|GM: (yeah, you got the win)
Ryusui|GM: (that said i think his condition cleared after the last go-round so)
Vera: snort "Pffhaha! Holy sh*t, that's a good one! You... You almost got me there, man!" She frowns again when Greto doesn't seem to reciprocate. "You... You don't actually*... do you? Oh, f, I'm so sorry, I promised and everything." But she's trying hard not to crack up again.
Vera: (For the record, would the difference in our rolls be the amount of stress he takes?)
Vera: (In essence, she sort of half-fell for it (in that she knew the method was bullcrap, but thought Greto was dead serious anyway), in a way that made Greto the butt of the joke. XD)
Ryusui|GM: (i'm just gonna put him down for a Strained condition)
Vera: (No IC reaction? XD)
Ryusui|GM: "No, no, I was obviously bluffing." Greto says, turning away from you. His attempt to save face does not help at all.
Vera: "Oh, okay? I mean, it'd be metal as f**k* if you actually did that, but eh. Still, good uh... 'bluff.'"
Vera: It seems Vera's Made Greto the Butt of His Own Joke [!], inadvertently, which is a rare case that the fans welcome.
Ryusui|GM: (and i'll be taking that FP <3)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San, overhearing Greto's and Vera's argument, does their best impression of a human smile (or rather, a smirk), before turning around to the and announcing "Well, since you both get along so well, I might as well make it official:" he turns back to Margen, "You! You're with me!"
Vera: "Still, carpaccio... Maybe I can work- ah sht."
Ryusui|GM: If Greto had been drinking anything at the time, he'd have spit it out. He looks at Vera, as if realizing he's about to be strapped to an explosive.
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Daisy put a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.
Margen: "okiedokie"
Vera: "Now it's double-important that I work out a plan for that..." (Permission to use my one indirect action of the scene to try and make a recipe?)
Ryusui|GM: (sure)
Vera: !f 3 (CLEVER)
DiscoDude: <@Vera> rolled 4dF+3 for 0 [4dF = [-][ ][-][-]]
Vera: But... Vera fails to think of anything on the spot. "Okay, forget carpaccio, I hate it, Greto says he sucks at it, fine then!"
Margen: Margen's eyes glaze over for a second as he thinks about sugar glass support struts
Ryusui|GM: (right, <@&627978553669058562>, we ready to move on?)
Vera: (Yeah. XD)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((👍))
Margen: (yep)
Ryusui|GM: Now the action moves back to Kitchen Arena, where as expected, Chairwoman Maalu is now standing in front of an ornately covered display containing the secret ingredients for the upcoming round.
Ryusui|GM: "Chefs. I take it you've chosen your partners for this round?"
Vera: "Define choice."
Ryusui|GM: She looks expectantly at Tako-san, with an air that suggests she already knows the answer.
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: "We have!" Tako-San replies.
Margen: Margen waves in a medium motion
Ryusui|GM: "All right, then. As a reminder, you will be sharing your prep station and utensils with your teammate. Victory - and defeat - is on both your shoulders. Now."
Vera: (Are they gonna announce who they chose?)
Ryusui|GM: (i'm not gonna wheedle it out of them)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((I just assumed that Margen is standing closer to Tako-San than any other contestant.))
Margen: Ye
Ryusui|GM: The lights dim. "Your challenge this round is inspired by one of the most famous dishes in the entire galaxy. Though many, many planets have claimed ownership, it is a dish with as many different identities as there are stars in the universe." A holographic disk materializes in her hand, spinning gently in place; at first it appears to be a map of the galaxy, but the thick edge and the myriad shapes dotting its surface tell a different story.
Ryusui|GM: "Some would call it 'grutnip.' Most would call it...pizza.*"
Ryusui|GM: The covering on the display behind her vanishes, revealing a dizzying assortment of galactic ingredients.
Margen: "mmm, grutnip"
Margen: armtentacles wobble
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: "Bagh! We better not have to replicate that American perversion. If we are to do this, we do it the right way." Tako-San motions with their tentacle to replicate slamming a fist into an upturned palm like a gavel.
Margen: "Flat barrel-fungus bread with ground varnana-unge sauce topped with chopped meroot, bubblerump flanklobe sausage, and fermented Clord squeezings?"
Margen: "Or Sicilian?"
Vera: (XD)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San gives Margen a look of confused shock before answering "Sicily, Italy."
Margen: "both are good grutnip"
Ryusui|GM: "And what better opponent for a pizza-themed challenge than our own...RUBIDIUM CHEF!"
Ryusui|GM: The ungainly contraption emerges from the shadows at the edge of the arena, clonking comically on its skinny metal legs. Atop its wide body, four long mechanical arms twirl and clack in the air. As for its face...its chest, such as it is, is an enormous pizza oven, with dials and gauges arranged above the aperture in the semblance of two round eyes and a mustache. There is a vent on top that's been stylized to look like a tall, thin chef's hat.
Ryusui|GM: "MAMA MIA!" the thing bellows. "So these-a are my-a opponents for tonight-a, eh?"
Ryusui|GM: Its shtick never fails to draw applause.
Vera: snrk Vera is trying really really really hard not to break down laughing on the spot.
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San Frumps. "And here I thought the American stereotypes were horrendous."
Margen: "many of arm, utilitarian of form. Purpose-built. A worthy opponent."
Ryusui|GM: "Here are the secret ingredients for the round!"
Ryusui|GM: Black Nebula Olives (Bitter)
Little black spheres of intense flavor float in their own tiny little gravity wells.
Milky Way Mozzarella (Cool)
A torrent of cosmic cheese pours like a waterfall through a pair of artfully-arranged portals.
Pepperonium-237 (Savory)
This rare, high-quality pizza topping is found buried in outcroppings by death-defying asteroid miners. Here's an outcropping for you to try your hand at!
Sovereign Reaper Peppers (Spicy)
These tiny little manifestations of a once galaxy-threatening flavor are perfect for pizza topping...if you can catch them!
Titanian Thermo-Tomatoes (Sour)
Found growing in the harshest exoplanetary conditions, these tomatoes are perfect for either sauce or topping!
Prickly Plutonian Pineapple (Sweet)
Galactic wars have been fought over whether these even belong on pizza to begin with. Even picking these fruits is a risky endeavor!
Ryusui|GM: (All ingredients offer +2 passive resistance to collect!)
Ryusui|GM: "The conditions for this challenge are simple. You will have ten exchanges to prepare a pizza. You will be allowed to interpret this dish however you see fit; however, the dish you prepare must be able to be described, in some fashion, as 'pizza.' You will also be required to provide a suitable appetizer of some sort, as well as a dessert or beverage to accompany the dish."
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((So the solution to indoctrination in Mass Effect is to eat the Reapers?))
Ryusui|GM: (thank you for catching that XD)
Vera: "Wow, that's... a lot."
Ryusui|GM: The Rubidium Chef pipes up: "Eh, nothing goes-a with-a pizza like breadsticks and wings!" The Chairwoman gives him a look, then clarifies: "You will also have leeway to decide what a 'suitable' appetizer for pizza is. Finally, you must employ at least two of these secret ingredients; you may use them both in the pizza, or you may use one in the pizza and one in its accompaniment."
Ryusui|GM: "Any further questions, chefs?"
Vera: "Will Stromboli or calzone get us defenestrated for not being pizza-shaped?"
Ryusui|GM: The Rubidium Chef starts shouting rapid-fire curses in Italian, but the Chairwoman raises a hand. "That's for the judges to decide."
Vera: ("That's a 'nnnnnnno,' then.")
Margen: "My, that chef is opinionated about Grutnip."
To Tako-san:
"the American Monstrosity (5 for 5 on secrets) may actually be the way to go here, given this spread of ingredients and how they fit together. Should we switch, or stick with Milky Way Mozzarella (Cool) and Titanian Thermo-Tomatos (Sour)"?
Ryusui|GM: Greto gives you a side-eye, Vera. "At least your ideas are interesting. Far be it from me to deny you." He crosses his arms. "Any equally interesting thoughts about the add-ons?"
Ryusui|GM: (also <@!Margen> there's six ingredients, but i imagine you plan on leaving off pineapple? XD)
Margen: Oh whups (6 for 6)
Vera: "... Truffle sauce and mushrooms. That's how they make gourmet pizza, I think. The olives should help. Let's grab the pineapples for dessert: I think everyone here could use some help with the Sweet."
Margen: "All of those actually work together as long as you also add sufficient roasted garlic and basil to the sauce"
Vera: (So, we ready to begin?)
Ryusui|GM: "If that's all, then...Commencez a creer!"
Ryusui|GM: EXCHANGE 1/10
Vera: Vera lopes up to the pineapples and unhooks her belt apron, hoping to pull down and carry one without needing to touch it.
(Clever sound good?)
Ryusui|GM: (Pineapples grow out of the ground! Weird but true fact! That said, these pineapples definitely look like they might explode if you touch them wrong. I will allow Clever, because these are not fruit you harvest so much as disarm!)
Vera: (O-oh...)
Ryusui|GM: The Rubidium Chef whistles, and his Sous-Bot whirls into view. "Guido!" he calls out - the little guy has his own Italian chef mustache and hat - "papa needs his-a Pepperonium!"
Vera: !f 3 (CLEVER)
DiscoDude: <@Vera> rolled 4dF+3 for 3 [4dF = [ ][-][ ][+]]
Ryusui|GM: For a heart-stopping moment, Vera, you hear something click...but no, the pineapple remains inert!
Vera: SWEET Prickly Plutonian Pineapple [!] get!
Ryusui|GM: !f 2 (Sous-Bot's ingredient gathering)
DiscoDude: <@Ryusui|GM> rolled 4dF+2 for 4 [4dF = [+][+][-][+]]
Ryusui|GM: The Sous-Bot produces a tiny pickaxe and, with the skill of an expert miner, extracts a rich vein of glowing Pepperonium-237, ready to be sliced up into delicious little pizza topping rounds!
Ryusui|GM: Greto, likewise, goes for the Thermo-Tomatoes.
Margen: Margen is going to carefully attempt to transport a bunchload of thermo-tomuh-oh
Ryusui|GM: (you can both go for the same ingredient; there's plenty for everyone!)
Ryusui|GM: !f 2 (Clever)
DiscoDude: <@Ryusui|GM> rolled 4dF+2 for 2 [4dF = [-][-][+][+]]
Margen: !f 3 (careful)
DiscoDude: <@Margen> rolled 4dF+3 for 6 [4dF = [+][+][ ][+]]
Ryusui|GM: The Thermo-Tomatoes come off the vine easily, Margen. You barely even notice the intense heat they give off from their perpetual endothermic reaction!
Margen: (ooh, warm tomat)
Ryusui|GM: (that's an SWS, too, so do make note of the extra invoke)
Margen: (Cool)
Ryusui|GM: Greto is not as skilled at thermo tomato-picking; he scalds his sensitive gray alien fingers several times trying to get enough to do some good.
Ryusui|GM: ( <@!;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾>, don't forget to take your turn)
Ryusui|GM: The Rubidium Chef prances over to the fountain of Milky Way Mozzarella, producing an enormous strainer basket from some hidden compartment.
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San replies to Margen coldly, "I'll get the cheese."
Ryusui|GM: !f 4 (Flashy)
DiscoDude: <@Ryusui|GM> rolled 4dF+4 for 7 [4dF = [+][+][+][ ]]
Ryusui|GM: He makes a big show of grabbing the perpetually flowing strands of cheese as they fall between the portals, whirling and twirling them in the air as he stuffs them into his basket, singing noisily for one and all to hear. The crowd loves it.
Vera: "We got two, Greto. Let's focus on other stuff now!"
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: At a low volume, Tako-San forms a plan with Daisy; "Daisy, Darling, I'll need you to distract the oven chef, while I grab the cheese."
"Uh....sh-sure!" Daisy replies, nervously.
Daisy carts Tako-San over to one side of the Rubidium Chef while darting to the other to get the oven-man's attention. "Excuse me, c-could you help me with something?" Daisy's actually a bit intimidated by their size.
Meanwhile, Tako-San is gently lifting the collected cheese from the Rubidium Chef's strainer (bare-tentacle, mind you), before readying himself for another push-off.
Ryusui|GM: (oh my god)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: !f 2 (Sneakily taking the aspect from Rubidium)
DiscoDude: <@;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾> rolled 4dF+2 for 2 [4dF = [-][+][+][-]]
Ryusui|GM: "What-a can I-a do-a for you-a, young lady?" the Chef says, clearly smitten.
Vera: (This is going to be hilarious no matter who wins the roll.)
Ryusui|GM: !f 2 (Clever)
DiscoDude: <@Ryusui|GM> rolled 4dF+2 for 3 [4dF = [ ][ ][+][ ]]
Ryusui|GM: (you wanna boost that?)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Spending last fate point on Employs a Cadre of "Tank Girls" to make the two-prong "attack" actually effective.))
Vera: (Would a normal success just steal a copy of the aspect with one of the invokes?)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((I would think the whole aspect goes.))
Vera: (<@!Ryusui|GM>, what's the call here?)
Ryusui|GM: (you stole his damn cheese XD)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Yes!))
Ryusui|GM: (remember, that's with an SWS on it)
Ryusui|GM: The Rubidium Chef is absolutely oblivious as you pilfer the contents of his strainer basket.
Vera: (Next Exchange?)
Margen: (👍)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Hold on.))
Ryusui|GM: EXCHANGE 2/10
Ryusui|GM: (?)
Margen: (I was saying I was ready not everyone sorry)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: With the push-off, Daisy scrambles to catch them again; though, whether their is well-acted or genuine is uncertain. "Ah! Tako-San! No!"
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Now I'm ready.))
Vera: "Yo, Greto, could you get some truffles for us? I'm gonna go claim a station."
Ryusui|GM: Greto rolls his eyes a bit, clearly chafing a bit at his role as your sous-chef, but he accedes to your request, heading over to the Lardertron.
Ryusui|GM: !f 2 (Clever)
DiscoDude: <@Ryusui|GM> rolled 4dF+2 for 5 [4dF = [ ][+][+][+]]
Ryusui|GM: (hey, what's the flavor you wanted for these)
Vera: (Bitter.)
Ryusui|GM: His expertly-formulated command query pays dividends. The device produces a basket of high-quality [White Hole Truffles (Bitter)][!!].
Ryusui|GM: The Rubidium Chef tromps all the way over to Station 1 ("Because-a, of-a course-a, I'm-a Number One!") before he inventories his ingredients. He continues singing noisily to himself, and then he opens the strainer basket.
Ryusui|GM: The singing stops.
Ryusui|GM: A loud torrent of angry Italian cursing spews forth. "WHO-A DID-A THIS TO-A ME-A?!? I'M-A GONNA KILL HIM!!!"
Ryusui|GM: "Guido! You-a get your papa some more mozzarella! I'm-a gonna prepare-a the FLAMES OF HELL!"
Ryusui|GM: The Sous-Bot whistles off, and the Rubidium Chef fires up his internal oven to the maximum!
Ryusui|GM: !f 3 (Aggressive)
DiscoDude: <@Ryusui|GM> rolled 4dF+3 for -1 [4dF = [-][-][-][-]]
Ryusui|GM: (paying a FATE Point to reroll that)
Vera: (*pizza time music stops*)
Ryusui|GM: ('scuse me, invoking my High Concept of [Sentient Robotic Mobile Pizza Kitchen])
Ryusui|GM: !f 3 (Aggressive)
DiscoDude: <@Ryusui|GM> rolled 4dF+3 for 6 [4dF = [ ][+][+][+]]
Vera: "Actually, move over, Greto; sounds like we still get a free moment in the center, and I'm gonna use it. What do you want?"
Ryusui|GM: "HA HA HA HA!" The obnoxious "Italian chef" music kicks into high gear as Station 1 lights up, indeed, with the fires of cosmo-hell itself. He has [Ovens Fired with Rage][!!]
Ryusui|GM: @Vera: "The Pepperonium seems like a safe bet, if we're going to make a standard pizza. But I imagine you have other designs, yes? No one's yet made a move on the olives or peppers..."
Ryusui|GM: The Sous-Bot, meanwhile, whirrs along and attempts to gather more mozzarella.
Ryusui|GM: !f 2 (Sous-Bot's ingredient gathering)
DiscoDude: <@Ryusui|GM> rolled 4dF+2 for 2 [4dF = [-][+][-][+]]
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Slowing down as they approach station 4, Daisy breathes a sigh of relief, and Tako-San calls Margen over. "Here is where we will claim victory!"
Vera: "We have two of the difficult things already. I meant the Lardertron. I wanted to use the pineapples for the dessert, but we don't really have anything for an appetizer yet. Got any ideas?"
Ryusui|GM: It's not as flashy, but it retrieves an acceptable quantity.
Ryusui|GM: "We have sour and sweet taken care of. If we're not going to collect any further secret ingredients, my instinct goes towards something savory, like meat for wings or strips, or spicy, like a sauce to go with the same. Bitter would be an interesting risk; celery sticks, perhaps?"
Margen: Margen moves back to the station with an armload of tomato
Margen: (should I start sauce prep?)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((I think that'll be implied by whatever main dish aspect we make.))
Vera: "We need help in the SPICY department. Peppers it is!" Vera delves into her limited knowledge of peppers; nobody's risking sovereign reapers, so hopefully she can wow the judges with the next best thing!
Vera: !f 3 (CLEVER)
DiscoDude: <@Vera> rolled 4dF+3 for 2 [4dF = [ ][+][-][-]]
Ryusui|GM: (good enough!)
Margen: (do we need more ingredients?)
Vera: She succeeds in obtaining SPICY Blue-Screen Zapper Peppers [!].
"Better than nothing! Let's jet before Mr. 'Moon Hits Your Eye' over there gets anxious."
Ryusui|GM: (Tako and Margen have yet to make their moves for this exchange)
Margen: I'm going to go to the Lardertron if I can
Ryusui|GM: (you can)
Ryusui|GM: (remember to specify what flavor of ingredient you get)
Margen: (Yep, going for (cool))
Margen: !f 2 (cool)
DiscoDude: <@Margen> rolled 4dF+2 for 1 [4dF = [-][ ][ ][ ]]
Vera: (Normal Success!)
Margen: Got some Stellar Basil (Cool)!
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: Tako-San fills out the entire crust and litters it liberally with cheese before stuffing even more into the edges, muttering to themself: "The only Good (+3) thing Americans brought to traditional pizza."
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: !f 3 (Creating the Cool:4 advantage Cheese-Stuffed Crust Pizza)
DiscoDude: <@;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾> rolled 4dF+3 for 3 [4dF = [ ][ ][-][+]]
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Invoking the ingredient.))
Vera: (Already noted in the notepad doc. Describe it if you wish.)
;}"÷™+╎®♂★█¬ˇ¾: ((Thought I already did; it's pretty straight-forward.))
Ryusui|GM: (everybody done for this exchange, then?)
Vera: (Pretty sure.)
Ryusui|GM: "We'll be right back after a word from our sponsor!" Holly calls out.
Ryusui|GM: !end
