DiscoDude: ---BEGIN SESSION---
DiscoDude: Session logging commenced
GM: Soon after Lithia, Ratatoskr, and Alexx part ways, another chef finds herself in the common room where they were. What is Rachelle Richardson doing here (before Dovelia inevitably happens upon her)?
Reality Glitch: Having just come from the Cool Hut, Rachelle decided to go to the communal kitchen to do some cooking for herself for once.
GM: (Cool Hut? XD)
GM: (Anyway, Dovelia, describe your approach.)
Reality Glitch: ((We’re still on the Archepelligo planet, right? I thought the cabins had a tribal hug aesthetic on the outside.))
Dovelia: (we're IN SPACE)
Dovelia: (on A SPACESHIP)
GM: (It's a uniform suite station, where each major milestone of the season is to take place. Also planned to be the suites for every episode in Season 2 and onward.)
GM: (Not once were tribal aesthetics mentioned, and they wouldn't even make sense since the last planet had zero native sentients.)
GM: (Anyway, <@!Dovelia>?)
Dovelia: emerges from the corridor, having just met with Carmine and Gwystan, and can't quite manage to hide her surprise at finding Rachelle.
Dovelia: She regains her composure, and makes her presence known: "Practicing for the next cook-off, are we?"
Reality Glitch: “Nah; just making myself somethin’.”
Reality Glitch: “You?”
Dovelia: "I've...made something already." She looks away, self-consciously. "An alliance."
GM: Meanwhile, lying on his poppy and modern nouveaux bed, the rounded, yellow, Earth-70's-esque Sour Suite with its fruit greenhouse all to himself, Greto Sleewa was focusing on navigating his Tiny Fly on the Wall around the common area, on the hunt for juicy dirt. "Eugh, bad turn of phrase. I do not want to know what dirt is like when juicy..."
GM: "Let's see what's cooking in the kitchen..."
Reality Glitch: “Oh, yeah! NordstrNorstar was talking about that: strength in numbers and whatnot.”
GM: (Greto's gonna be rolling Sneaky to be considered Unnoticed. If there's no active opposition, it's against +2.)
GM: !f 3 (Sneaky)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+3 for 5 [4dF = [ ][+][+][ ]]
Dovelia: "It...might be more accurate to call it a defensive pact. We've agreed not to attack each other, and to watch each other's backs. I don't know if this means anything to you, but...I did include you in the arrangement, on special terms. Consider your side in this relationship a...non-aggression treaty."
GM: (It's a SWS unless either of you want to actively roll or invoke against him.)
Reality Glitch: ((I’ll roll for Rachelle to Quickly Defend.))
Reality Glitch: !f 4
DiscoDude: <@Reality Glitch> rolled 4dF+4 for 3 [4dF = [+][ ][-][-]]
Dovelia: !f 2 (Sneaky)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+2 for 0 [4dF = [-][+][-][-]]
GM: (Sharp senses catching quick movements, I suppose?)
Reality Glitch: ((Yeah.))
GM: (And using Sneaky to defend against this is...)
GM: (Sneaky how?)
Reality Glitch: ((Careful seems like the more likely option.))
GM: (Or Clever.)
GM: (Clever is the most appropriate defense against Sneaky.)
GM: (<@!Dovelia>, are you really playing FFXIV right now?)
Reality Glitch: ((Boooo!))
Dovelia: (oh, whoop)
Dovelia: (it's still +2 so)
GM: (So; Rachelle's roll just makes it a normal victory. Anything to invoke?)
Dovelia: (not really i think)
Reality Glitch: ((I want to invoke her humanity to have her freakout at the alien “bug”.))
Reality Glitch: ((What about you, <@!Dovelia>?))
GM: (This is to simply notice it, I think?)
Dovelia: ((if Rachelle notices the bug, can Dovelia stab it with her hand blade? XD))
Reality Glitch: ((That would probably be a separate Overcome action to remove the boost Gredo gains from the tie.))
GM: (Anyway, do you invoke, <@Reality Glitch>?)
Reality Glitch: ((High Concept.))
“EW, EW, EW, EW, EW, EW, EW!!!! What is that nightmare bug doing in the clean kitchen?!!”
GM: "Damn..." Greto muttered to himself. "Better maneuver my -Micro-Observer- out of sight and hope they forget..."
Dovelia: glances to the side, surprised by Rachelle's reaction. She chooses not to remark on it.
Reality Glitch: “Good (+3) grief! I can’t cook in a place with three-inch demonic houseflies; I need to tell the staff.”; as Rachelle begins to bolt off, she beckons for Dovelia to follow, “Walk-n’-Talk.”
GM: (Three inches might be an exaggeration. XD)
Reality Glitch: ((At least an inch, right? “Unusually large” would make sense as an additional explanation as to why Rachelle spotted it.))
Dovelia: follows, perplexed at both Rachelle's overreaction to an insect she herself didn't see, and her absolute lack of reaction to her discussing the terms of her alliance with Carmine and Gwystan.
GM: (Yeah, let's go with that.)
Reality Glitch: “This sounds like standard social contract stuff. Is there anything more specific you want to mention?”
Reality Glitch: ((<@!Dovelia>?))
Dovelia: "Oh, that's right. I forgot to mention who it's with." Because I was trying to sound dramatic, Dovelia thinks. "Carmine and Gwystan are the other two. Again, we have an agreement to watch each other's backs, and they'll leave you alone so long as you leave them alone."
Reality Glitch: “Ah. And the spider spins her web.”
Dovelia: frowns, as if she finds being called a spider offensive, but lets it slide.
Dovelia: "What of you? You seem to have a natural charisma about you; I wouldn't be surprised if you've made arrangements of your own."
Reality Glitch: “Yeah; I got buddy-buddy with Mimi and Norstar before I even realized alliances were even a thing. Should have suspected; I’ve seen about half-a-dozen episodes of Survivor.”
GM: (Now for Greto to make his final roll to create advantage; seeing if he managed to pick up those tidbits, or if you guys managed to inadvertently evade him.)
GM: !f 3 (Sneaky)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+3 for 4 [4dF = [ ][+][+][-]]
GM: (<@!Dovelia>? <@Reality Glitch>? :3)
Dovelia: !f 2 (Clever)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+2 for 2 [4dF = [+][-][-][+]]
Reality Glitch: ((Defending with Quick; if she’s talking fast enough, distance and digital recording will degrade the intelligibility as a greater rate.))
GM: (Roll it!)
Reality Glitch: !f 4
DiscoDude: <@Reality Glitch> rolled 4dF+4 for 2 [4dF = [-][-][-][+]]
Reality Glitch: ((FATE POINT!))
GM: (Invoking the -Micro-Observer- boost for the SWS's.)
GM: (On what?)
Reality Glitch: ((This is All Just so Stressful, as the bug will freak her out again.))
Reality Glitch: ((And my third on her high concept to tie.))
Reality Glitch: Rachelle jumps at a second sighting of Gredo’s bug. “Is that thing following us? It looks like something out of a horror movie.”
Dovelia: (can Dovelia see it this time?)
Dovelia: (like, if she looks when Rachelle mentions it?)
GM: (Let's say she does. No roll required to attack.)
GM: (Dovelia?)
Dovelia: sees the bug this time, and recognizes it for what it is. She doesn't hesitate to extend her blade and impale it to the wall.
GM: "Crap, crap!" Greto, having not caught much the first time around, quickly hits "save" on the feed. Only the beginning section where Dovelia talked about Gwystan and Carmine was salvaged before the feed cut off for good. "Those are expensive..." Even still, he -Knew About the Bitters-, which was a powerful piece of info.
GM: In the common-room itself, the bug is emitting sparks and squirts of motor grease.
Reality Glitch: ((Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! That’s a boost! I didn’t two fate points for nothing.))
GM: (Doesn't a tie lead to a boost?)
Reality Glitch: ((Sorry didn’t see the second part. A single Create an Advantage action still shouldn’t give two aspects.))
GM: (Hm... Fair enough. I'll just have the boost, then, targeting Dovelia's side of the convo since she fared worse.)
Reality Glitch: “What was that....that thing?”
Dovelia: "A listening device," Dovelia says, withdrawing her blade. She holds the bug up by one leg, like a piece of garbage. "Someone knows about our alliances."
Reality Glitch: “O....K....? Why go through all that trouble, though?”
GM: Dovelia, you notice a "#3" on its carapace in spite of the damage you inflicted; this likely isn't the only one.
GM: (<@!Dovelia>?)
Dovelia: frowns yet again.
Dovelia: "Unless this is a model number, there's more than one of these things." She looks around. "Keep an eye out for them."
Reality Glitch: Rachelle shudders.
Reality Glitch: “Seems like a lot of work, even if it fits the little green man’s M.O.”
Reality Glitch: ((<@!Dovelia>, pleases actually log off of FG14.))
Dovelia: (hang on, i got sidetracked with some IRL stuff)
Dovelia: "Greto. Of course." She sighs. She has half a mind to dramatically crush the bug in her hand, but pragmatism incites her to stuff it in a pocket in case it might be useful later. "We had best be on our guard."
GM: (Either of you feel like proceeding towards a face-off, or will Greto's bug be the only conflict this scene? (Serious question.))
Reality Glitch: “Alright. Anything else you wanted to bring up?”
Reality Glitch: ((P.v.P. face-off?))
GM: (Yeah. Doesn't have to be hostile, or even happen at all if you're not interested.)
Reality Glitch: ((Let’s see where the roleplay tales us.))
GM: (Fair enough.)
Dovelia: "...I probably don't need to tell you this by now, but I've been...rather protective of you since we first met. You remind me a lot of, well, myself. Single mother, thrust into uncertain circumstances. I had to hone my ruthlessness quickly to survive, and my daughter..." She trails off for a moment. "My daughter's never seen that side of me. I hope she never will. And as for you...what I hope for you is that you can survive without becoming the same kind of creature I am."
Reality Glitch: Rachelle give a concerned grimace. She never had to deal with anything like that, so knew not exactly how to feel about it.
But Rachelle steels her resolve, a look of determination on her face; “I don’t plan on becoming a hit”mom” anytime soon.” The she relaxes to her usual casual demeanor. “Since there’s no more “flies on the wall”, why don’t you tell me about your daughter and I’ll tell you about my sons.”
Dovelia: chuckles.
Dovelia: "I'm not there for her as much as I ought to be. I do try to make time for her. If she'd grown up at home she'd have been forced into dresses and given dolls and...and I didn't want her to grow up like I did, either. She does like her pastel colors, but she's developed a taste for...what do they call it? Esports? She's only seven and she's already got quite a collection of merchandise for that game, the one with the mining and the crafting and the shooting. I don't know if she's any good at it, but she certainly seems to enjoy it."
Dovelia: "Her name's Astera. After my great-aunt, who also went offworld."
Reality Glitch: “Sounds like she’d get along with my boys; rascals the lot of ‘em. Junior, my eldest takes after his father, Richard, adventurous, free-spirited, and strong-willed. It actually took me and my husband physically pinning him down to stop Junior from prying apart the walls of our house just to see what’s inside.”
“Then there’s Micheal, my second, studious, but surprisingly dim-witted. I remember someone saying ‘high intelligence; low wisdom’, which seems to fit; built a rope-and-pulley system to replace out stairs, but didn’t realize that would require remodeling the house to fit it, even when they knew that the architecture was getting in the way.”
“My youngest, Sky, is still coming into their own, they haven’t even fully decided if they want to my son Skyler or my daughter Skyla.”
Reality Glitch: “Oh! I’m apparently pregnant with my fourth kid.”; Rachelle gets pensive; “If this goes as smoothly as the other three, all four might actually share the same birthday. .... Huh.”
Dovelia: "Oh, that's wonderful!" Dovelia says, clapping her hands. "They do sound like a charming group. Have you thought of what you're going to name your fourth one?"
Dovelia: rubs her chin.
Dovelia: "If you're pregnant with your fourth child, that means you must have been separated from your Richard rather recently, then. What became of him?"
GM: (Pretty sure Richard is the father, Michael is the eldest son.)
Reality Glitch: “Not yet, Richard and I always pick together.”
Dovelia: (sorry, mistyped)
Reality Glitch: ((Richard is the name of the father and the eldest.))
GM: (Second, whoop.)
Reality Glitch: “Yeah, actually; he goes on long business trips often, so I haven’t seen him in person in months.”
Dovelia: "So you're not as alone as I thought." Dovelia cocks her head. "How do things get on with your Richard, then? When he's present?"
Reality Glitch: “Wonderful man; Cartographer, actually. ☺ Fits his wanderlust. 😉 Whenever it’s just me and him, it’s like were back in high school again, just a couple of lovestruck teens.” Rachelle thinks for moment. “Hmm.... Now that I think about it: I was actually suppose to get a video call from him and the kids the day after I left on my “business trip” (not that I’d get reception in space).” Rachelle puts big air quotes around “business trip”.
Dovelia: "A disappointing confluence of events. They did say your children would be taken care of during your, ah, business trip, correct?"
Dovelia: "Uranium Chef is brutal but I can't imagine they'd be so heartless as to leave them alone."
Reality Glitch: “Oddly enough, one of the judges actually approached me about my kids, not sure what they were on about, aside from arranging for a visit during the show. I just hope they’re O.K.; I can’t reach them or their babysitter, and last I checked, something was very wrong.” Rachelle’s voice is grave in tone as she speaks that final clause.
Dovelia: pauses a while before saying anything further.
Dovelia: "...how 'wrong' is wrong here?"
Reality Glitch: “My best guess is some sort of animal attack, judging by the-“ Rachelle’s eyes go wide as the color drains from her face. “THEY MAY HAVE BEEN TARGETED BY OTHER ALIENS!” Rachelle shouts as she grabs both of Dovelia’s shoulders, practically hysterical at this point.
Dovelia: "Now, hold on, hold on!" Dovelia says, trying to gently pry Rachelle's hands free of her shoulders. "Why would aliens be after your children?"
Reality Glitch: “I don’t know! Why would humans? With what I’ve seen out here, something I don’t even know that I don’t know exists could be after them!” Rachelle’s grip tightens, unaware of how right she is.
Dovelia: "You have to calm down, Rachelle!" Dovelia says, forcefully. "There's nothing you can do for them at this point except win this competition." She pauses as she thinks about what she just said. It really is* going to end up coming down to one of them, isn't it?...
Reality Glitch: Rachelle breathes heavily for a couple more moments before continuing, “Norstar said something about there being repercussions if I throw the show this early, but after a certain stage, I-I could just quite! No questions asked!” Tears are streaming down her fave at this point.
Dovelia: "...That's true. But you still need to reach that point." She puts an arm around Rachelle, trying to calm her down.
Reality Glitch: “Not if I try my hardest and still lose.” Rachelle cracks an uneasy smile.
Reality Glitch: She begins to chuckle. “Hahahaha; HAHAHAHA!”
Dovelia: gives Rachelle an odd look, but doesn't stop hugging her.
Reality Glitch: “I can’t lose! I either get booted and get to go home with them, or they’ll be here with me ‘til the end!”
Dovelia: "There you go. That's a win-win situation if ever I heard of one." She continues to hold onto her, just in case her laughing is indicative of some sort of serious mental break.
GM: (This close to a stopping point? Got self-imposed curfew in half an hour.)
Dovelia: (i think so yeah)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle hugs Dovelia back. “Yes! I feel better enough that I put off thinking about the worst-case.”
Reality Glitch: Sure.
Dovelia: "Eyes forward, then. Win or lose, you have a happy reunion to look forward to."
GM: (Last lines?)
Reality Glitch: Rachell breaks off from the embrace. “YEAH!” She one fist up beside her face, about chin-level.
Reality Glitch: ((<@!Dovelia>?))
Dovelia: (sorry, was pulled away)
Dovelia: (i'm good)
Dovelia: ( <@!GM> )
GM: (Alright, then let us...)
GM: !end
