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GM: Last time on Uranium Chef; Rachelle just won the Wild Hunt Quick-Fire despite her very unassuming crab-patty, and Cocoa got second prize! Now the chefs return to the camp area, while three in particular know that they have follow-up appointments with certain people...
GM: (You guys remember who you need to get back to, right? I'll throw up the Zone list again so you can decide where it's going down.)
GM: The Cabins
Cameras Everywhere | Like a Greenhouse in Here
The cabins where the chefs are staying are thrown together and designed to be temporary; normally, you’re supposed to bring your own tent to the port camp. Definitely not 5-star accommodations, but not quite nightmarish either.
The Camp Mess
Open Air Cooking Pit | Paltry Pantry
An open clearing on the far side of the campgrounds. There are logs for sitting and a fire pit for cooking. Other visitors (no locals) also frequent here, and range from indifferent to annoyed regarding the chefs, leaning more towards the latter when shenanigans are afoot. You’re expected to hunt your own meat.
Out On the Preserve
Don’t Leave the Boat | Predators Ready to Pounce
To hunt (whether for ingredients, practice, or sport), a chef must join one of the sanctioned hunting and fishing parties on a trip into the ocean. This ocean is dense with coral jungles and 3-dimensional currents.
Dovelia: (remind me; it's Cocoa for me, right? or am i confused?)
GM: (It's Cocoa, yes.)
Dovelia: (the Open Air Cooking Pit sounds good for me)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle decides to check back at the cabins to see if Nordstrom's there.
GM: (<@!Ratatoskr>?)
Ratatoskr: Oh, right, Ratatoskr didn't forget of that "medical" Check up, he is crossing all his fingers.
GM: Dovelia: You spot Cocoa at the outskirts of the mess pit; almost "out in the bush" it seems! She's in a very sulky mood recently...
Ratatoskr: One head spies Cocoa heading off again, but the other sees the doctor approaching from the other direction, constantly glancing down at her notes with an uncertain expression.
GM: Rachelle: You're hardly at the door when it opens.
"You know I can just leave, right?" It's Gwystan. "Seems to solve the issue."
"... Just because you are correct," says Professor Norstar, shaking a finger, "does not mean you are right! Now shoo!"
"Doing that already."
"I say shoo!"
Gwystan doesn't respond this time, only heading off to the mess.
Dovelia: doesn't beat around the bush. She approaches Cocoa and taps her on the shoulder. "Ms. Ramsay? It's me, Dovelia. We need to talk."
GM: Dovelia: "Eep! Don't squeeking sneak up on me like that! ... O-oh, it's... It's you." She seems apprehensive. "Did you bring evidence this time? I'm... Well, I'll be frank; until then, I don't believe you. This..." She's quivering. "This had better be good!"
GM: (<@!Ratatoskr>? <@Reality Glitch>?)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle gives a motherly glare at Nordstrom; “What happened this time?”
GM: Rachelle: "Nothing. Nothing! Get inside!" She beckons you.
Reality Glitch: Rachelle obliges.
Dovelia: sits down in front of Cocoa, cross-legged. "I don't have evidence to offer, only information. I've confirmed it with my...employer..." She practically snarls the word. "...that yes, the circumstances of your father's death were arranged. He had no connection to the criminals I was sent to assassinate; his remains had been placed on the premises to obscure both the cause and the reason for his death."
Ratatoskr: Oh well, Left 'Tosky put his best face for Dr. Twopetal, "Ah, good day doctor! Every thing okay?" Oh boy, he was doing his best to fake the confidence, to be fair he wasn't excited she looked uncertain.
Dovelia: She waits for Cocoa's expression to change as she registers the word "remains" before she continues. "Your father was murdered by someone else. My employer was involved in the coverup. I was used as the means for that coverup. So yes, I was involved in your father's good name being besmirched, though not intentionally. But I was never involved in his death."
GM: Rachelle: "Okay," she closes the door, "I just can't afford to have a third party... listening. Here!" She hands you a folded up paper. "Read this in the bathroom - there's no cameras, it's where I wrote it too. Do try to word your questions carefully!"
Dovelia: "If it's any consolation...as soon as I have completed my present contract, I intend to sever ties with my current employer - and other things as well, if the opportunity presents itself - find your father's actual killer, and..." A grim smile crosses her face. "...what happens to him next is your decision."
GM: Ratatoskr: "Ah, right right..." She doesn't look worried, just... slightly confused. "Ya certainly have a... colorful family tree, ya do. Got some space-squirrel, jugga'naut mammoth, katanatooth tiger... Why, just about every tas- er, tanteliz- no, culinary critter unda da thousand suns..."
Reality Glitch: Rachelle takes the opportunity to use the toilet while she ponder the message; better than desperately needing to go while at sea.
GM: Dovelia: Cocoa is silent for a moment. "You..." She stammers. "Y-you think that's what I wanted to hear? To just... To just take your word for it? I..." She certainly doesn't seem pleased. "How do I know I can trust you? How do I know you're not making this up and plan on murdering some squeeking innocent shmuck and claim you got revenge for me?!" She looks over your person. "You sure you couldn't have recorded somethin' that important?"
Ratatoskr: "Uh...huh, What does that...mean?" Well, he recognized most of those critters, had cooked with one or two once or twice, pretty tasty if he was allowed to say so himself. "They do say you become what you eat, right?" that wasn't very funny, Ratatoksr.
GM: Rachelle: Yes, my real identity is Polly Norstrom a.k.a. Sirloin Corp.'s North Star, your predecessor. I got into a disagreement with the board and they had me transferred to a remote R&D lab. I'm not proud of what we would have ended up accomplishing there, but the station went critical before then. I got into a cryo-stasis escape pod, but an accident must have caused it to malfunction. I'm extremely lucky that the world I crash landed on was so cold - I would have died on a warmer planet. After crafting my suit, I bummed around and sold my expertise until I could hitch a ride to a culinary academy. I play up the cold aspect to hide my identity, mostly because I'm pretty sure they're still looking for me, and technically my space-visa expired a while ago. I'll get deported to earth WITHOUT MY SUIT if I get caught since it's still technically a primitive world - only a decade to go!
Dovelia: "And I could just as easily have hired someone to carry out the other end of the conversation," Dovelia sighs. "I'm well aware the burden of proof is on me. That's why I'm letting you decide how this will turn out. I will find him, and I will find evidence of his crimes, even if I have to tear down my employer to find it. I owe you closure, Ms. Ramsay, and if you think you can take it right here, right now...well. I still have a daughter to protect, Ms. Ramsay, and I will defend myself, and I cannot imagine a jury that would convict me for what would clearly be acting in self-defense." Her tone turns stern: "I would very much not like any of that to happen, Ms. Ramsay. I would like one day for you and my daughter to be good friends."
GM: Ratatoskr: "Ah mean, dat is kinda true, 'specially for you - got like this DNA absorption thing goin' on, perty scary - but uh... what did ya say you was made fer, again?"
Reality Glitch: Rachelle doesn’t know how to respond. She rereads the letter a couple more times before finishing her business in the bathroom and comes back out. “I’m glad I know this now, but I have no idea what to do about it.”
GM: Dovelia: "I... I don't care if it isn't decisive. I don't want proof for me..." She stamps her crock. "I... I want to prove it to the world! I don't even care if they don't all believe it. I just..." Tears start welling up. "I just don't want people to see the daughter of a crook anymore!"
Ratatoskr: "Errrr..." Ratatoskr looks to the sides, probably trying to spot a camera, oh he probably wouldn't be able to find it even if his life depended on it. "...to be a Great Culinary Wall chef? Found in some silver fruit, as my guardians told me."
GM: Rachelle: "That... makes two of us." Norstar plops down on her bed. "If I can get far enough into this whole Uranium Chef business, I'll have enough to buy a citizenship for 'her,' and 'she' can come out of hiding." She turns to you. "I will say this! You were saying something about your kids earlier, right?"
Reality Glitch: “Yeah!” Rachelle has the beginnings of a tired smile. “Three boys at home .... and a fourth on the way, if that irritable bowel in episode two was any indication.”
GM: Ratatoskr: "You was-" She cocks her head. "Found in a hwut?" She shakes her head. "Nevahmind. Nah, from all dese readin's, from the capsaicin in yer capillaries to the MSG processed in yer muscles when ya oxygenate...
GM: "... Ah'd almost believe you was made tuh be da ultimate ingredient."
Reality Glitch: ((Dun dun duuuun!))
Ratatoskr: ... Ratatoskr just stares at Twopetal.
... he is still staring
... Hey, its kinda rude to stare at- oh. OH. OH.
"Wait, What?" "Excuse me?" Twopetal actually got both heads to respond, oh no.
GM: Rachelle: "Well... Knowing how both Sirloin and the Chairwoman operate, I'm 98.992% sure that either Sirloin Corp. or the Uranium Chef staff themselves have your kids by now. Neither are the type to not think of that kind of contingency. Not thinking of that would be a one-way trip to lawsuit city, after all! All included in the contract."
Dovelia: "And for what it's worth, I wish it didn't have to be like this. I wish someone like me didn't have to be your last, best hope of seeing the truth brought to light. The world ought to be better than it is. Alas." She gets up. "I hope you and my daughter will one day both be able to walk with your heads held high, though I walk a bloody road through the shadows to see it happen."
Reality Glitch: Rachelle goes pale. "They have my kids?! And I was supposed to learn about this when?"
GM: Ratatoskr: "Ya know what Ah said... It's like every critter they fed ya was designed to make ya da tastiest thing since anythin'. Even yer brain bein' put in two places is a common tactic to discourage sentience an' keepin' dat whole can of morality worms shut. In fact, Ah don't think da mild telepathy 'tween the two dat allowed ya to overcome that could've been predicted by even a genius biologist..."
Ratatoskr: "..." Ratatoskr...is both shocked, and oddly complimented about the telepathy part? It is all shadowed by the fact his previous ill timed joke was actually literal. both heads look at each other for a good while, as if frozen in time or something.
Dovelia: Before she leaves, she takes a small data chip out of her arm and passes it to Cocoa. "In the meantime. This might not be a smoking gun, but I would like to believe it's a start."
GM: Rachelle: "Well, that's a good thing, isn't it? They won't die of thirst or starvation, after all! We'll have to hope it's the Chairwoman's company that has them; aside from that Execuproducatron... thingy, I can say that they, at least, can be considered trustworthy."
GM: Dovelia: "This is... You did! I..." Cocoa is silent.
...
...
GM: She runs up and hugs you.
Reality Glitch: Rachelle shakes her head in a way that looks more like it's vibrating. "I left them with a trusted neighbor with them under the impression that I'd begone a week at the most. I don't want someone willing to hold me against my will to kidnap my boys."
Dovelia: "And I hope to do more," Dovelia says, giving a motherly smile. "For now...I hope you will trust me."
GM: Rachelle: "Well... Call it what you want. Seems like we're both in a tough spot, and we both can't afford to drop out of the running - classic Sirloin, if I uh... can trust the rumors I've heard. What say we support each other, two ah... similarly humanoid sisters in arms, you could say?"
GM: Ratatoskr: "Man, ya even smell... good..." Her eyes finally fall on the massive burn mark. "AaaaaaAAAAAAH! Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-YUH, YUH, YER CH- gasp gasp gasp YER CH-CHEST!" She's looking you up and down. "What did this to ya, you bootiful critter!"
GM: (que girl's speechlessness in Nichijou's deer scene)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle sighs as her shoulders slump; "Sure...." she trails off as her look takes on a thousand-yard stare.
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr instinctively jumps back and avoids accidentally reading any documents that may fall into his hands (?). "Oh, this bad boy? The Caldera Conch made quite a number on me, wouldn't ya agree?-...Wait, Isn't that besides the point?!?"
GM: Dovelia: She's not letting go. "Thank you... Thank you!" She's shuddering and... crying, into your back.
GM: Rachelle: "Ah... Okay, then! Try to cheer up. I didn't tell you all that just for you to give me... the cold shoulder! Eh, eh?"
GM: Ratatoskr: "How is dat beside- Neva mind! Ya... Ya sure ya don't wanna get dat looked at?"
Reality Glitch: Rachelle stifles a chuckle. "Then why?"
GM: Rachelle: "... I just wanted you to know I have your back. I... I can't afford to have you not have mine.
GM: "You can destroy me with just a word now..."
Dovelia: turns around. "I'm not going to go easy on you in this competition. Nor do I expect you to do the same. But I do hope we can think of each other henceforth as...friendly rivals, as opposed to adversaries."
Dovelia: "...and I do hope I get a chance to introduce you to my daughter someday."
Reality Glitch: "Right." Rachelle looks away, still anxious about what'll become of her kids.
Ratatoskr: "...Another check wouldn't hurt, I suppose..." How bad could it be? its just a bloody molten blast to his chest, a few bandages and he would be good to go!...right?
GM: Dovelia: "Um... That's cool, but... I hear there's already a couple big Final 3 alliances. Are you... Are you sure we can't be like that?"
Dovelia: looks pensive for a moment. "...I suppose we can," she says, quietly. "Would you object if I invited Rachelle as well? I...feel rather responsible for her."
GM: Ratatoskr: "Right, let's get dat looked at..." She leads you over to the tent. (She's gonna attempt to Cleverly diagnose and prescribe to get your BURNED condition started on healing.)
GM: Reality Glitch: "Ah... Could you stay for a bit and talk? Just casually. I... I really need to get my mind off of recent events." (Norstar is propositioning you to help heal one of her conditions. Accept?)
Reality Glitch: "Sure. I could use the break from the reality-tv drama."
GM: (IIRC, the heal DC is vs. +3?)
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr doesn't complain much, in fact he didn't really feel it hur- ow. there it started hurting again. "Uh...be careful, will you? It...Kinda really hurts now that i remembered its there."
GM: Dovelia: "... Thank you!" She finally breaks off, and runs back to your shared cabin waving as she goes.
(Give yourself the Alliance (Cocoa) [!] aspect with a free invoke; she'll do the same with you. Meanwhile...)
"I couldn't quite make out what you promised to the mouse," says a certain grey alien from his perch on a branch of coral, "but I'd be wary of including Chef Richardson in whatever you're forming."
GM: !f 3 (Twopetal's Clever)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+3 for 2 [4dF = [-][+][ ][-]]
GM: (Ah what the hey, I haven't spent any FATE this session. Let's spend one on her High Concept; Fel-Vine Xenobiologist. BTW, what approach are you using, <@Reality Glitch>?)
Dovelia: "...the woman has no guile. She's a homemaker transported from her homeworld against her will. She is a talented chef - almost as skilled with meat as I am with vegetables - but she lacks both the experience and the adaptive capability to truly thrive in this environment." She says under her breath: "She reminds me greatly of what I was before I left my own homeworld. A victim of circumstance. Only I had to pull myself out."
Ratatoskr: (OH MY GOD EVEN HER ASPECT IS ADORABLE)
GM: Dovelia: "I wasn't doubting her ability," says Greto. "Rather, before you continue, I thought you should know; she's already well on her way to forming a complete Final 3 pact on her own. It's a matter of you underestimating her rather than over."
Dovelia: "...utter nonsense," Dovelia mutters.
GM: Ratatoskr: "Oof, it's-a... It's perty bad, not gonna lie. Here." She starts applying salves and gauze, and even takes a scalpel to the more severe areas. "Okay, dat should get ya regeneratin'. Boy oh boy am Ah glad to've gotten to it fast."
Reality Glitch: !f 2 (Carefully Overcome a condition)
DiscoDude: <@Reality Glitch> rolled 4dF+2 for 3 [4dF = [+][ ][ ][ ]]
GM: (Since it's a flat "will it or won't it," Ima say that it's the same rules as creating dish aspects; tie succeeds.)
Reality Glitch: ((Actually, there are already rules for tying a recovery roll.))
GM: (Really? What are they?)
Reality Glitch: ((Since standard rules for any Overcome action: You get what you want at minor cost.))
GM: (Okay, so what, you get a lesser condition yourself? Probably doesn't matter since I don't expect you to jump through any windows this scene.)
Reality Glitch: ((Sure; as long as I don't have to roleplay the small talk.))
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr gulps as he sees the scalpel...cutting things on his wound. "Ah, Well, it certainly hurts less... yeah, I think it can regenerate now...?" He seems a bit distraught... looking at the papers where Twopetal figured he was stock, or similar enough to it.
GM: Dovelia: "Really. Buzel has complained to me that she and his little 'puppet' Mimi have gotten close. It'll be fun watching the tug'o'war that ensues. Meanwhile, I could be wrong, but the way Professor Norstar has been trying to avoid her... Call me a fool, but it's not outside the realm of possibility that Chef Richardson has dirt on her." He stifles a chuckle.
GM: Ratatoskr: No conclusions are written down, just raw readings. She wasn't lying about the facts though, certainly not.
Dovelia: "Pardon me, what strange parallel dimension are you blathering at me from?" Dovelia says, concern in her voice. "Are you insinuating Rachelle has been...participating in intrigue?" It's not that she's discounting it outright; she simply can't imagine the pink-skinned Earth-woman capable of...deceit? manipulation? basic spying technique? surviving on her own in this environment without her to personally chaperone?
GM: (RG: I wasn't planning on playing it all out, no.)
GM: Dovelia: "Don't get me wrong; I'd hardly believe it either, looking at her. In fact, between the timing of Mimi being vulnerable to having a less verbally abusive voice lending itself to her and Norstar being recognizable from somewhere by certain people... I wouldn't discount the idea that none of this was intentional on Chef Richardson's part."
Dovelia: facepalms. "So it's entirely possible she has no idea how deep she's in. Wonderful."
Dovelia: Order comes back to Dovelia's cosmos.
Dovelia: "Well, then. I suppose one way or another, it shall indeed fall to me to rescue her." She smirks to herself. "Do pardon me."
GM: Greto facepalms silently.
Ratatoskr: Shhhiiit, then he really is a freaking.... "So... I really am an...ingredient...What an ironic thing, wasn't there a chef that actually cooked with his juices or something...?"
GM: Meanwhile, Rachelle and Norstar just... talked. About life (though careful not to get in too much depth about the frozen professor's past). About family. About terrible, terrible puns. The shadow of Rachelle knowing enough to obliterate Norstar's chances at competing still hangs, but the conversation was enough to at least let the professor begin to let go of how she was almost CHOPPED last episode. On Rachelle's end, she's saved from dipping over the despair event horizon, but is left a bit DRAINED when the night begins to wind down. (Hey, perfect timing!)
GM: (Ratatoskr: You and <@!Dovelia> both still have a mechanical "action" remaining. Got anything you want to do with them (e.g. discovering something about Twopetal)?)
GM: (Also, <@Reality Glitch>, as a reward for your selfless action, you get two free invokes on the alliance aspect created between you and Norstar. :3)
Dovelia: looks around for Rachelle. Certainly there can't be any truth to anything Greto told her...
Ratatoskr: (Oh! I think i might try to figure a bit out of Twopetal!)
GM: Dovelia: You can't find her, but you do find the cabin she's supposed to be sharing with Norstar and Gwystan. The latter is sitting flat on his ass a few meters in front of the front steps. "Can you check and tell me if I'm un-banned from the cabin?"
GM: (What approach, <@!Ratatoskr>?)
Ratatoskr: (Hmmm, this doesn't seem like a good spot to use Flashy or Aggresive...maybe Clever to bring the papers into play?)
GM: (... Okay, roll it!)
GM: (<@!Ratatoskr>? <@!Dovelia>?)
Dovelia: looks at him with a mix of disgust and confusion. "Pardon."
GM: (Now that you're here, how do you approach this? Knock politely? Barge in? Eavesdrop?)
GM: "You're granted?" says Gwystan.
Ratatoskr: (Shhhh- Got distracted, sorry about that.)
Ratatoskr: !f 1
DiscoDude: <@Ratatoskr> rolled 4dF+1 for 0 [4dF = [ ][ ][ ][-]]
Dovelia: "No, I mean...never mind." She walks past Gwystan and knocks.
Ratatoskr: (sounds of defeat in chimera)
GM: !f 1 (Twopetal Careful)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+1 for 0 [4dF = [-][-][ ][+]]
Dovelia: (i meant that as in "pardon me, i don't understand," but still XD)
Ratatoskr: (oh)
Reality Glitch: ((Rachelle-level pun from Gwystan.))
GM: (It's a tie! I'll let you succeed at a negligible cost - say, becoming DRAINED when it's almost time to turn in anyways like I did with Rachelle.)
Ratatoskr: (Ah, yes that makes quite a lot of sense)
Ratatoskr: ...Ratatoskr stretches his hand and grabs the documents, waving them in front of Twopetal "...So how did you manage to get this information, anyways?" He really wanted to eat the damn papers but he held that feeling in for now.
GM: Rachelle: There's a knock at the door. (<@!Dovelia>, since this is in response to me asking about a mechanical action, I'm assuming your intent is to create an advantage by attempting to discover Rachelle and Norstar's new alliance?)
Dovelia: (...i wasn't even thinking of that but sure, let's make it a mechanical action)
Dovelia: !f 1 (Clever)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+1 for 0 [4dF = [-][-][+][ ]]
GM: (<@Reality Glitch>, are you going to answer the door and meet the challenge, or will you let Norstar attempt it?)
Reality Glitch: ((Sorry; I'm having trouble staying focused.))
Reality Glitch: !f 3 (Quickly Defend against Dovelia's Create an Advantage)
DiscoDude: <@Reality Glitch> rolled 4dF+3 for 4 [4dF = [ ][+][ ][ ]]
Dovelia: (i'm not even gonna try and beat that)
Dovelia: (i want Dovelia to remain oblivious XD)
GM: Ratatoskr: It turns out the reason this document stood out to you was... because it's a grocery list. Coffee grounds, espresso pea-pods, five different kinds of black and grey tea, two variants on kombucha and three other ethnic drinks only a well-versed chef like you would recognize. Not a single mention of cream, sugar, creamer, or anything else to lessen the bite.
"A-ah! U-uh..." She shrugs. "Whoops! Guess dat got mixed in, huh? Ah'll admit dat bein' so well-travelled, Ah'm used to drinks - an' food! - that are uh... an acquired taste. Guess ya know mah fav flavah is Bitter now." She knocks on her head. "Shyski, dat ain't supposed ta be happen-able until well inta tomorruh..."
GM: (Alright, <@Reality Glitch>, how do you answer the door?)
GM: (This should be good. XD)
Dovelia: "Rachelle? Rachelle, hello? It's Dovelia."
Reality Glitch: Rachelle jumps to the door and throws it open out of habit; it'd been almost a decade since she'd had small talk with someone outside of large social gatherings. The distinctly non-human visage staring back at her gave her a start before she remembered where she was. "Oh! Dovelia; come in."
Dovelia: smiles and enters. (Does she see Norstar?)
Reality Glitch: ((Most likely.))
GM: (I mean, this is her cabin too.)
Ratatoskr: "Ah, Its fine, Its fine...Its good to see people give love to this ingredients!" Ratatoskr will keep this on his head, could be very useful in the end...
Dovelia: (ah, right)
GM: (And yes, that was intentional on my part, knowing what should happen this episode. XD)
GM: (Same reason I had Cocoa share a cabin with Dovelia.)
Dovelia: "Hello, Rachelle. I was just checking in on you." She spots Norstar and raises an eyebrow. Suspicions briefly crawl through her mind...and then she stamps them flat. Of course it's ridiculous. Rachelle and Norstar being seen together is happenstance, not conspiracy.
Reality Glitch: Rachelle gives a sly grin; "You're not my mom."
Reality Glitch: "But thanks."
Dovelia: nods. "How are you holding up? That...harpoon...quite a tool they handed you."
Reality Glitch: "Ugh! Yeah. They said I'll need it for the final cook-off for this episode, so I'm both grateful and worried at the same time."
Reality Glitch: ((<@!Dovelia>?))
Dovelia: "Yes, I imagine the stakes are going to get...big." She eyes the harpoon. Just what exactly are they expected to be spearing with such a massive weapon?
GM: (BTW, since this is a normal Create Advantage and not a face-off, may I suggest the aspect Obliviously Cowed (vs. Dovelia) [!!] aspect for Rachelle? (It can be read two ways. XD))
Reality Glitch: "Soooo? How have you been coping with your cabin-mates?"
Reality Glitch: ((Heh; cowed.))
GM: (Or Rachelle can pull an alliance discovery reversal, that can work too.)
Reality Glitch: ((Sure?))
Dovelia: "I've spent my time clearing up a misunderstanding," Dovelia says, chest puffing up a little.
GM: (Whichever you like more.)
GM: (Or a third option of your own devising. It's up to you. :3)
Reality Glitch: ((I'm just wondering how Rachelle would leverage someone else's alliance aspect that isn't out-of-character for her.))
GM: (Then drop that option if you think it doesn't work.)
Reality Glitch: ((I'm also wondering how Obliviously Cowed is meant to be interpreted. Maybe it's just a gap in my social skills, but I don't see how either has been ceorced into submission, let alone unknowingly.))
GM: (Maybe it's a bit of an extreme wording of what's already going on with Dovelia's doting on you.)
Reality Glitch: ((Sure.))
Reality Glitch: ((Also didn't realize we were using failure with style, or is that double invoke instead of having the boost as a separate aspect?))
GM: (Double invoke; SWS on your part, RG.)
Reality Glitch: ((That was a Defend action, though.))
Reality Glitch: ((The aspect is from Dovelia's failed Create an Advantage.))
GM: (SWS on the defend?)
GM: (Hmm...)
Reality Glitch: ((Boost.))
GM: (FWS makes sense (makes things simpler, anyways), but... sure, let's do it your way.)
Reality Glitch: ((I was asking what you were doing, not requesting a change.))
GM: (You asking me made me realize I didn't know what I was doing.)
GM: (Now, where were you and <@!Dovelia>?)
Dovelia: (i said the last thing)
Reality Glitch: "Hope you were successful? Would you like to come in?"
Dovelia: "To both questions: 'of course,'" Dovelia says with a smirk, striding in.
Reality Glitch: ((Does Polly respond to this, <@!GM>?))
GM: Norstar seems a little concerned, but not much more than an eyebrow raise.
Dovelia: pauses for a sec, then attempts a genuine smile and slight, polite curtsy at Norstar.
Reality Glitch: "No need to be so formal: we were just shooting the breeze when you knocked up." Rachelle pauses, surprised at her own words. "Heh, 'knocked up', I've been watching too much British daytime television."
Dovelia: "I'm going to actually have to sit down and watch some...'shows' sometime," Dovelia says. "For whatever it's worth, Rachelle...I'll be sure to watch your back for you. That harpoon gives you an advantage, but it also makes you a target. You don't know what the other players might do, just because you have it."
Reality Glitch: Concern grows on Rachelle's face. "Didn't think about that."
GM: (I'll let <@!Dovelia> decide what her reverse aspect is, and <@Reality Glitch> should decide on a boost - maybe -Watch Your Back-?)
Dovelia: (reverse aspect?)
GM: (Aspect with a negative free invoke. I'm starting to feel tired.)
Reality Glitch: ((The aspect with invokes against Dovelia for failing a Create an Advantage action.))
GM: (Yeah. Except I'm going with the "single invoke plus a boost for the defender" approach.)
Dovelia: (this is why i didn't want to roll)
GM: (Maybe we can agree on what the aspects are and finish the scene? I'm about to collapse.)
Reality Glitch: ((We could always just take the aspects the G.M. throws at us and be grateful for not having to think of them ourselves. Not normally what I'd do, but that's when I'm at peak performance.))
GM: (<@!Dovelia>, I'll let you name your aspect with the negative invoke. <@Reality Glitch>, does -Watch Your Back- sound good?)
Dovelia: ([Doesn't Suspect A Thing][-])
Reality Glitch: ((Sure.))
GM: (Alrighty. Got a way of closing out the scene?)
Reality Glitch: ((Sure.))
GM: (... Can we see it?)
Dovelia: lowers her voice: "I've been talking to Cocoa, and I think our interests would be served if the three of us formed an alliance."
Dovelia: (<@Reality Glitch>?)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle gives Dovelia weird looks. "Oh? I thought friendship was counterproductive, according to you?"
Dovelia: "...The nature of the game has changed. Alliance will be necessary to ensure survival. I've offered you aid on an ad hoc basis before; now I offer to make it formal."
Dovelia: She extends a hand.
Reality Glitch: Rachelle looks at Doveliva's hand for a few seconds, then shakes it with a look of deep regret on her face. "This feels like I'm making a deal with the devil."
Dovelia: "I think you'll find the devil can sometimes be quite affable," Dovelia laughs, taking Rachelle's comment as a harmless joke.
GM: (Little does she know (at least from a certain grey alien's perspective), it's Dovelia that's making the huge mistake here. Name your one-sided alliance aspect <@!Dovelia>, and let's get some last lines, <@&492818331418755092>. XD)
Dovelia: (["I'm Counting On You, Rachelle"][!])
Ratatoskr: (I won't have any last lines, I think mine were said long time ago xD)
GM: (Er, wait, you already named it.)
Reality Glitch: "That doesn't make me feel any better." In reality, it made Rachelle feel a lot worse.
GM: (That being Doesn't Suspect a Thing {!}.)
Reality Glitch: ((That wasn't the alliance aspect, though.))
GM: (I was thinking that Rachelle was just being polite, and the alliance doesn't actually exist (hence Doesn't Suspect a Thing).)
GM: (I could just be tired.)
GM: (<@!Dovelia>, <@Reality Glitch>, does an alliance actually exist between you now, or did Dovelia basically just play herself?)
Dovelia: (i'm fine either way, but there's certainly gonna be a surprise if Cocoa and Norstar are working at cross-purposes and Rachelle is called upon to honor one or the other)
Dovelia: (but yeah should I delete my "imaginary alliance aspect"? or...?)
GM: (It would make things less complicated, yeah.)
Reality Glitch: ((I like it.))
GM: (Wait, which aspect are you referring to?)
GM: (By "imaginary alliance" do you mean Doesn't Suspect a Thing? If so, keep that one.)
Dovelia: (the "i'm counting on you" one)
Dovelia: (so yeah, deleting that)
Reality Glitch: ((Though, I don't know how each of them having alliance aspects with separate third parties will work.))
GM: (We'll discuss that among other things another time, when we've sobered up from our sleepiness.)
Reality Glitch: ((I liked "I'm Counting on You."; avoids the implication that Rachelle is playing Dovelia.))
GM: (Alright, let's go with that then, if it's okay with <@!Dovelia>; don't forget to label the invoke as negative.)
Reality Glitch: ((That's only for Doesn't Have a Clue, though.))
GM: (You're saying the imaginary alliance should be positive for Dovelia?)
GM: (I thought the suggestion was to replace Doesn't Have a Clue with that?)
GM: (Anyways, <@!Dovelia>, <@Reality Glitch>, are those your last lines?)
Dovelia: (i'm good with that)
Reality Glitch: ((Doesn't Have a Clue and "I'n Counting on You, Rachelle." are to separate, unrelated aspects generated independently from one another.))
GM: (<@Reality Glitch>: Last line?)
Reality Glitch: ((Already posted it.))
GM: (Then let us...)
GM: !end
