DiscoDude: ---BEGIN SESSION---
DiscoDude: Session logging commenced
GM: After another half-hour of surreal asteroid landscapes, the shuttle touches down into what seems to be a motor hub depot. There are fueling ports and repair garages lining the avenues, and some of the normal truck operators eye the junction where you touch down with anticipation.
GM: Some of you notice an empty judge's table surrounded by the new Smell-Blocker Field from Xenolite Industries (only 6100GC!), while most simply let their eye get drawn toward the... eight food trucks rolling up behind it?
Dovelia: squints at the device.
Reality Glitch: "Is the intense reek the complication this round?"
GM: Seems like a field generator. The occasional waft of smoke stops at it like it's glass. The Chairwoman steps out the passenger side of a food truck with an unfamiliar name: THORIUM LIGHTNING.
"Greetings, chefs," she says, stepping to the ground with far more grace than someone getting out of a food truck has any right to have.
GM: "When Hawa II submitted a letter of request to host one of our episodes, I hesitated. On the surface, this belt wouldn't be expected to have any culinary landscape to speak of. But then I think back to my time on the road, back in my early teens. I remember the warming comfort dishes of the road-stop diners, and the motes of ethnic flare in the food stands dotting the asteroid belts on any star system beneath the capital level. It is then that I realized that even if, as a system, you hardly have any native culture, the culture of the road can be a culture all its own."
GM: "It is for that reason that we are celebrating the road and those who are able to provide good meals along it despite their remote location, by partaking in its most celebrated practice; the food truck!"
GM: She gestures behind her at the trucks you picked out.
Dovelia: nods.
Reality Glitch: Rachelle almost goes gaunt just looking at the trucks again.
Dovelia: notices Rachelle's reaction but says nothing, only making note of it.
GM: They're all decked out with new paint jobs and decorations according to what many of you specified, with your team names proudly emblazoned on their sides.
"You will have 9 exchanges to create two dishes worthy of feeding the ravenous and weary travelers of this region, as well as servicing those very travelers across six other depots all the while. Now, you'll notice that there is one more truck here than expected..."
Ratatoskr: "Food on the road...Well, this does explain things!" Ratatoskr does snaps the fingers of his right hand with a crack. "This will be interesting."
Reality Glitch: ((What is Rachelle's and Greto's team name again?))
GM: (Sirloin Experience.)
Reality Glitch: ((Thank you.))
GM: "As some of you might have guessed, this truck I just exited holds one more opponent for you. One that is quite formidable."
"Yeah yeah! Izzat my cue?!"
The driver side door slams open, and out leaps a towering figure.
GM:
GM: (Uh, working out some technical difficulties.)
Reality Glitch: (("0 bytes"))
GM:
Reality Glitch: ((Norse Cyber-Minotaur!))
Dovelia: coughs in surprise at the sight.
Ratatoskr: "Who the..." Ratatoskr is considerably impressed by the battle-axe, did they use it to cut food?
Dovelia: "Are we..." She looks around, as if someone's about to clue her in on the joke. "Are we expected to fight him?"
GM: "That's 'her' to you, lassie! I'm no less of a warrior for it, either!"
"In... deed. The eighth opponent of this cook-off will be the house's very own Thorium Chef! Finally, your dishes must comprise two out of the three categories of 'slop,' 'sandwich,' and 'slice' (dessert), as the three classic forms of food truck eats! The locations of all seven depots are programmed into your GPS."
"Haw, like I even need that! I knew the space-ways of this here belt like the bottoms of my hoofs!"
Reality Glitch: Rachelle manages to eek out a "This is way too much highlander bull****." before the house chef responds to Dovelia.
Dovelia: "Pardon, pardon, pardon! I don't...I don't think I even properly understand the terms of this competition. Depots? I'm trying to figure out what exactly we're expected to be preparing here, and how much of it!" She resists the instinct to complain "I can't plan for a party if I don't know how many people are invited!"
GM: "Ain
Reality Glitch: "My guess: Same as the restaurant level."
GM: "Ain't no 'planning' in Food Truck Wars! There's hungry mouths to feed, an' we're gon' go to them, not the other way around!"
Ratatoskr: "Uhh....A 'Slop'?" Ratatoskr instead is a bit offended at the mention of slop. "Are you aware I am a Royal Chef?" Well, seems even he has some manner of pride and honor, maybe it's double because of the two heads?
Dovelia: shrugs helplessly. She can only hope things will be more obvious once they're in the swing of things.
GM: "Ye, chili, gumbo, curry, chowda, dip, really really loose chorizo, slop. Got a problem wit' that, princess?" Thorium points pointedly at you with a smile, Ratatoskr.
Dovelia: "I think she means a soup or stew," Dovelia says.
Dovelia: "Preferably something on the 'could pick some up on a piece of toast' side of consistency."
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr gives a frown. "We'll see who'se the missy after I'm done destroying your mouth with my spices." ...Oh, both heads sure seem angry.
GM: "Ah- Before we begin," says Greto, "Dovelia and I agreed to a trade earlier. Our superior truck model for one of their ingredients; their choice of which."
Alexx raises an eyebrow at you, Dovelia.
Reality Glitch: "NO DEAL!"
Dovelia: looks shocked by the vehemence of Rachelle's refusal.
GM: Greto raises a shushing finger: "Quiet, I have a plan."
Reality Glitch: Rachelle whips around to Greto and jabs her finger at them, "You do not get to make decisions that effect both of us without me!"
Reality Glitch: "Then you should have told me before!" Rachelle scolds.
GM: (Ooh, looks like we might have a face-off earlier than expected. XD)
GM: "And I'm telling you now, we will..." "We will be much worse off if this trade doesn't happen," he whispers. (I'd like to compel a face off between the two of you, RG, if you're truly against the trade.)
Reality Glitch: "And it never occurred to you that I might not see it the same way?!"
GM: (One Victory is the goal for this Face-Off challenge, should you accept.)
Reality Glitch: "We are on a team! That means you have to communicate with your teammates pro-per-ly!"
Reality Glitch: ((Sorry; thought that was implicit. I accept.))
Dovelia: isn't sure if she should back away or grab the popcorn. The CLASSY popcorn.
GM: "We can save apologies for later, but you're right, that was a mistake on my part. What you need to understand is that trade doesn't negatively affect us as much as you think." He continues, whispering; "I don't intend for us to even leave the central depot unless we have an awful lot of leftover time."
GM: !f 3 (Explaining his CLEVER plan.)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+3 for 2 [4dF = [ ][ ][-][ ]]
Reality Glitch: !f 4 (Quick)
DiscoDude: <@Reality Glitch> rolled 4dF+4 for 3 [4dF = [ ][ ][ ][-]]
GM: (That felt more Aggressive than Quick.)
GM: (<@!Reality Glitch>?)
Reality Glitch: ((Give me a moment to time the response.))
GM: (I'm saying that your Approach didn't match the flavor text you put down.)
Reality Glitch: ((I haven't posted the flavor text, yet; it was partially dependent on the result.))
Rachelle pauses for a moment, trying to ponder what that even meant, but Quickly gives up on even trying to parse the nine layer of obfuscation, allusion, and context sensitivity their true intend lies behind.
GM: (Well, I want to invoke then.)
Reality Glitch: ((I will as well, which eats up the fate point from the compel, dropping Rachelle back to 4.))
GM: (I think I'll do it with his Carrot; I Want the Money, to convey how he's gambling to win big in this cook-off. Does that make sense? What are you invoking?)
Reality Glitch: ((This is All Just so Stressful to shut down some of her higher brain functions in panic.))
GM: (Hm... I think I'll spend a second one.)
Reality Glitch: "You're going to need to explain better than that!"
GM: (Specifically, on the Sabotaged My Own Truck aspect to emphasize what a bad idea cancelling the trade is.)
Reality Glitch: ((Let me think if I want to spend another.))
Reality Glitch: ((Though, how you roleplay that invoke could influence my decision.))
GM: "Long story short," "this truck is not as beneficial as you might think. I... did something to it when I requested the design; don't react, just nod and agree... or don't." "It would be your call, in the end, I suppose."
Reality Glitch: Rachelle just stands there, mouth agape, trembling.
Reality Glitch: After a few moments she manages to give a weak "Y-you-you.... Th-this, is why, y-you need, to tell me, these things."
GM: "Well... I'm..." He sighs. "I'm sorry. I realize that I put you under some distress by springing all this on you." 'Although it was nice to see Sirloin Corp.'s "Rising Star" squirm a little bit,' he thinks to himself.
GM: "Is the deal going through?" Holly waves over Thorium Chef's sole sous-bot, and it holds up several cans of spray paint and stencils. Greto turns back to you, Rachelle.
"Well, 'partner?'" (Last call on whether you want to invoke again.)
Reality Glitch: Rachelle, intentionally hushed this time, agrees; "The last thing I want is to be in a small, tight, cramped, enclosed space someone 'did something' to."
GM: "She says yes," says Greto.
"Alrighty then! Do your thing, sous-bot!" Holly waves at the sous-bot, and it gets to work redoing the logos on the trucks. The overall paint jobs stay the same; a white truck with red steaks on it could still be plausible for "The Twined Tails," but the green color palette and pawprint trails is slightly strange for "The Sirloin Experience."
(For the record, the "good" trucks have no negative invokes on Lemons Making the Rounds, the "normal" trucks have one, and the "bad" trucks have two. Greto did say he didn't plan on leaving the depot, so...)
Dovelia: frowns at how her carefully-selected paint job has been modified. She was expecting the exchange had already happened before the event.
GM: The sous-bot finishes by carting the special-looking ingredients between the two trucks - the graham crackers are noticeably absent from transit.
"Right, let's have a good clean competition," says Thorium Chef. "O' course, one teensy injury or a couple might spice things up!"
"Don't joke about that, Thorium."
"Ah right, Chairwoman. The space-viking blood in me is just itching fer a more direct battle! Ah well, cooking's fun too!"
GM: (Time to post the technical rules and zones. Be sure to read them thoroughly before confirming to proceed.)
GM: Final Cook-Off: Food Truck Wars vs. Thorium Chef!
Requirements: Chefs have 9 exchanges to create 2 courses out of the following; a Slop, a Sandwich, and a Slice (of Dessert).
Objective: On top of the two dishes, chefs will also be judged by how many customers they serve; score in that category is increased by clearing Hungry for X aspects. If their score in this is 0, they will be docked with the Customer Disservice [?] aspect. Also, if chefs fail to end their final Exchange with their food truck in the Central Depot zone, they will be docked with the Late Delivery [?] aspect.
Secret Ingredient: N/A
Special Rules: Food trucks and depots are not treated as separate zones, and food trucks are the only way of moving between the depots. A chef may use their move action to move their truck, but must overcome the Miles Apart aspect at Average (+1) difficulty. If they fail, their food truck is no longer connected to any other zone, and the move action must be attempted again. The truck leaves at the end of an exchange, and arrives at the start of the next (if successful). If two trucks are in the same zone and both are either arriving or leaving that exchange, a face-off will likely be compelled between them.
GM: The Shuttle
Heavily Tinted Glass | Primitive Locks
Complete with plush satin furniture, mood lighting, and a fully stocked mini-fridge, the chefs travel in style between challenges! When not in use by the chefs, this is where the chefs await their cue to appear at their seats partway into the competition, and no chefs are allowed in during then! In this cook-off, the Shuttle is considered its own zone connected to the Central Depot zone.
Team X’s Foodtruck
Compact Kitchen | Lemons Making the Rounds
Your very own food truck, branded to your combined specialties! Also, only some of the engines might have problems! Note that there is no way to create new ingredient aspects in this cook-off.
X Depot
Miles Apart | Hungry for X
There are seven depots - Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, Orange, Purple, and Central. Central is where the chefs start out, where the judges will appear at the halfway point, and where the chefs have to return before the end. The other six will each have three copies of Hungry for X, where X is a flavor that will be revealed upon chefs arriving there.
Dovelia: (whaaaaaat)
Dovelia: (we're stuck with whatever we brought, period?)
Dovelia: (or are the trucks considered to be fully stocked like the kitchens?)
GM: (The latter.)
GM: (Just no new ingredient aspects.)
Dovelia: (gotcha)
Reality Glitch: "Greto," Rachelle addresses, having (mostly) calmed down, "you mentioned not leaving the starting area. Would you like to explain why?"
GM: "So we can focus all of our efforts on the two dishes. Win those by a decent margin, and it won't matter that we didn't serve anyone; it's a waste of time. In fact, I'd like to propose a challenge to see who can make the better individual dish."
Reality Glitch: Rachelle takes a moment to slow-cringe in frustration. "Again, you needed to have told me this plan yesterday; such short notice means that I'm not prepare to play outside my element."
GM: "I'd think we would be avoiding leaving our comfort zones with this move...?"
GM: (OOC, do you understand the rules and zones?)
Dovelia: (no)
Reality Glitch: ((Yes.))
Ratatoskr: (hmm, What if we strt moving to the central depot in the last exchange, would that dock the Late Delivery penalty?)
GM: (What questions need answering, <@!Dovelia>?)
GM: (It would.)
Dovelia: (like...-points at Team Greto/Rachelle- why exactly are we all not doing what they are and staying at the central depot)
Dovelia: (what's the point in moving anywhere at all)
GM: (Because someone can win the service category, and you get a penalty for serving no one.)
GM: (Oh, and you can't serve anyone in the central zone, in case that was the point of confusion.)
Reality Glitch: "If you had managed to have foresight and observational skills better than that of the slimy corporate entities you seem to embody, you would know that I excel at customer service."
GM: "I know about the 'incident' you had with these. I figured the less food-trucky stuff you had to do, the better off you'd be..."
Reality Glitch: "And your solution to that is to keep me confined to one?!"
Reality Glitch: "If we play the customer service angle, I can actually go outside and get some social medicine."
GM: "Mm, fair point." ('Totally not an intentional slight on my part. No siree~') "If you get done quickly enough, there certainly might be enough time for you to ship us out and dodge that penalty for us..."
(Can we try to spread out bickering throughout the whole cook-off and not drag things down for the others? XD)
Reality Glitch: "THAT'S NOT HOW PANIC ATTACKS WORK!"
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr in the meanwhile...was trying to do a Damage Report on His team's food truck, just how much did they batter it up, he wondered...At least it was clean. "Alright...I will let you take your pick for a zone to go to, My lady."
Reality Glitch: ((Sorry; I'm more of a discovery writer, so that's more Rachelle's decision than mine.))
Reality Glitch: ((And I never intended on her being fourth-wall aware.))
Dovelia: glares at her new truck, mistrustful of both its paint job and its contents now that she's witnessed - although not heard the contents of - Greto and Rachelle's little spat.
GM: "Right then, I see you're all eager to get started," says the Chairwoman. "But with all the pre-game formalities taken care of, may I officially declare this final cook-off... begun! Commencez à créer!"
GM: - EXCHANGE 1/9 -
GM: "Right then!" Lithia waltzes up to the vaguely oriental and very regal Royal Menagerie truck (even as it coughs up a slight waft of smoke from its engine). "Knave, we shall be off to the most Royal of colour'd depots; Purple!" While Ratatoskr does whatever with that command, she's going to get to work assembling a Utensil Mise En Place for the gratuitous cooking the two of them were about to do.
GM: (Difficulty on her first prep aspect is Average (+1).)
GM: !f 2 (Careful)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+2 for 0 [4dF = [-][-][+][-]]
GM: (...)
Ratatoskr: (Off to a great start)
GM: "Now where is... Oh, that blasted- What heathen organized this flying coffin?!"
Reality Glitch: ((How is Greto going to respond to Rachelle's lasted outburst?))
GM: "Oy, get to work prepping the works while I get us rev'd up, li'l guy!" Thorium taps a command into her sous-bot, and it gets to work firing up some Hot Buttered Stoves.
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr sighs at Lithia's frustration and starts setting course to the destination, the Purple Depot. He wonders... the organization here really is trash, he won't be able to craft any of his special spice sets this way... Then again, he had all he needed with his ingridients he bought.
"En course for the Purple Depot!" as he grabs the wheel, kicks the pedal and prays to the one true god that the engine doesn't explode.
GM: !f 2 (Prepping or Securing Ingredients)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+2 for 2 [4dF = [ ][ ][-][+]]
GM: And the butter is sizzling and smelling real good.
GM: (Roll to Overcome Miles Apart aspect, <@!Ratatoskr>.)
Ratatoskr: !f 1 (Careful)
DiscoDude: <@Ratatoskr> rolled 4dF+1 for 0 [4dF = [-][-][ ][+]]
Ratatoskr: (...)
Ratatoskr: ...The right head asks Lithia a very simple, almost innocent question. "How do I make the Iron Horse inside this truck move? "
GM: "Awright, awright, m'kay!" Alexx is scrambling into the new truck. "Right, I was gonna do surf'n'turf... Oh, a Surf'n'Turf Po'Boy! That counts as a 'sandwich,' right?"
Reality Glitch: ((Oh, honey.))
GM: "... Have your panic attack, then. Whether I leave now won't change that. The judges will come at the half-way point, so you can get as much air as you want then."
Reality Glitch: Rachelle gives a "are serious" look. "You seriously don't realize that your plan jeopardizes its own success?"
Dovelia: clambers in after him. "That's...sort of a baguette sandwich, isn't it?" There is something which offends her about the idea of such a classy concept saddled with a name like "po'boy." She envies the banh mi for being able to keep its name outside of its home country. "All right, then. I'll trust your judgment. In the meantime, a pie should count as the 'slice,' correct? I'd gathered ingredients for just such a thing..."
GM: "Look, just... bear with it until the 5th exchange. Belt out a dish in that time if you feel up for that if you want to bug the judges for the rest of the competition."
GM: Lithia: "Are... You are being serious right now? Even I've... No, never mind!"
Reality Glitch: Rachelle straightens her posture as she relaxes. "You're a stubborn child." Then she calmly walks of to the truck, gets into the driver's seat and turns the engine.
GM: (Oh god, are we going to have another face-off? XD I was about to just Compel This Is All So Stressful against you to have you spend the exchange complaining and riding out your panic attack.)
Ratatoskr: "It won't budge! Do you think they forgot to feed it some Danxio...?" Responds the Right head, as it's assigned leg keeps flooring the breaks.
Reality Glitch: ((If that's how you want to model Greto's response, I'll hop on for the ride. (Pun intended.)))
GM: "What- No, get back in here! Our odds of winning the service category against all six competing teams and the Thorium Chef, which I'm pretty sure will run us off the asteroid belt if we blink wrong, are quite slim!" He opens the dividing door and jingles something in his hand. "Also, I'm the one with the keys."
(BTW, is it safe to say Rachelle is feeling quite SCRAMBLED right now since the outcome of the previous Face-Off? I decided to create a popularity aspect for Greto's win in the form of Nice Save On the Plan [!].)
GM: (Or is STRAINED more accurate?)
Reality Glitch: ((Scramble is fine.))
Reality Glitch: "Hey!" Rachelle takes a swipe for keys.
Reality Glitch: ((Do I roll?))
GM: (Seems Quick, yeah.)
Reality Glitch: !f 4 (Quickly overcome)
DiscoDude: <@Reality Glitch> rolled 4dF+4 for 2 [4dF = [ ][ ][-][-]]
GM: "Ah-!" Greto yanks his hand back, but is it too late?
GM: !f 2 (Quick)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+2 for 2 [4dF = [+][ ][-][ ]]
GM: (Hm, I'm torn between using the free invoke on SCRAMBLED or just complicating things by having the both of us drop the keys.)
Reality Glitch: Instead of grabbing them, Rachelle only slaps them out of Greto's grimy little hands. The keys manage to land between the pedals.
GM: (Also, note to self; Rachelle and Greto take the prize for "worst team in the entire season" and it's not even the second exchange. XD)
Dovelia: (about the only real problem Dovelia has so far is she chafes at the idea of serving anything called a "po'boy" XD)
Reality Glitch: ((Heh. Who're the runners-up?))
GM: (Maybe Dovelia and K-Xac'l.)
GM: If Greto was SNEAKY enough, it would turn out that only the keyring was released from his hand.
Ratatoskr: ((Ratatoskr and Lithia are in bad water though XD))
GM: !f 3 (Second round with SNEAKY)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+3 for 3 [4dF = [-][ ][+][ ]]
Reality Glitch: ((In the same exchange? I call foul.))
GM: (Considering what Rachel might do, it'll be QUICK to oppose the retroactive notion that he pulled this.)
GM: (Face-Offs happen outside the normal Exchange actions.)
Reality Glitch: ((Oh! This is part of the face-off? That wasn't clear.))
GM: (Neither of us have yet to use any actual actions.)
Reality Glitch: !f 4
DiscoDude: <@Reality Glitch> rolled 4dF+4 for 4 [4dF = [+][ ][ ][-]]
GM: (And I'll use the free invoke on SCRAMBLED now.)
Reality Glitch: ((Hmm.... Don't really have any aspects that can be invoke to help with retroactive detail establishment.))
GM: (Alright. I take it you're STRAINED now? I'll be creating the prep aspect I've Got the Keys to Everything from Greto's win.)
Reality Glitch: ((Is that how face-offs work: stress and an aspect?))
GM: (Yep, in addition to the victor achieving their goal. Greto's in this case being to go forward with his "not leaving this depot" plan.)
Reality Glitch: ((Huh; it's like all four actions rolled into one.))
GM: (Okay, just re-read it, and it's only Popularity aspects gained as the bonus.)
Reality Glitch: ((Still.))
GM: (Going to make it Herder of Cat (Singular) [!].)
Reality Glitch: ((THEY ARE THE CAT!))
GM: (Rachelle is the unreasonable one in his eyes.)
GM: (What about No Means No?)
Reality Glitch: ((And the audience's, apparently.))
Reality Glitch: ((I meant the all-caps in jest; over-the-top reaction for satirical purposes.))
GM: (That's not the sort of thing I can easily assume when it's in OOC.)
Reality Glitch: ((Sorry about that; I could have done better.))
GM: (Anways, I decided on And My Word Is Final [!].)
Greto shuts the door to the cabin, and a faint *click can be heard.
"Let me know when you're ready to come back in. You'll need to work quickly if you want to make any real progress before the judges show up. I'm here to win."
(And that'll be a Compel on This Is All Just So Stressful to have Rachelle spend the exchange proper moping in the driver's cabin and/or just taking a few deep breaths outside. Accept or Refuse? (If you accept, you'll be up to 5 Fate points.))
Reality Glitch: ((Six, because of the second face-off.))
GM: (You spent a point in the first Face-Off, remember?)
GM: (I'm now back up to 3, meanwhile.)
Reality Glitch: ((I spent the fate point from that face off. I started the session at 4.))
GM: (Ah.)
Reality Glitch: ((And, yes; accepting the compel to take no action.))
GM: (Hopefully she rides out her panic attack enough by the next exchange.)
Reality Glitch: ((Calming down can count as prep aspects right? Not this exchange, but next.))
GM: (I... guess? Yeah, that works.)
GM: "M'kay. Dovetails, Imma fire this puppy up and scoot us over to the Green spot. It's the color you like, right?" Alexx pops his head out of the driver's cabin after entering, <@!Dovelia>.
GM: (<@!Ratatoskr>, for the record, you do still leave the zone on a failed overcome; your truck will just be in limbo transit until you succeed at overcoming it. Thankfully, I've decided to lower the difficulty to Mediocre (+0) when you aren't at any depot, since the aspect isn't attached to your truck. I would like you to describe your team eventually taking off.)
Ratatoskr: ((Ah, that's bueno))
Ratatoskr: ((first thing Ratatoskr will do once the next exchange happens XD))
GM: (No, I mean you leave this exchange; now, in flavor.)
Ratatoskr: (That's... what you said, Yeah.)
GM: (... Well?)
Dovelia: "...One's as good as another, I suppose," Dovelia says, still feeling very much out of her element. She looks around the food truck, trying to familiarize herself with all the tools and utensils at hand.
Dovelia: (actually can I make that a roll to generate a prep aspect)
GM: (Yeah.)
Dovelia: !f 3 (Careful)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+3 for 3 [4dF = [ ][-][ ][+]]
Dovelia: (good enough?)
Ratatoskr: Finally, after the twentieth's slam on the pedal, Ratatoskr's finger slipped. The next few seconds the engine roars up and the Car truck ZOOMS towards space, Ratatoskr falling off the driver's seat while shrieking some ungodly sound, God forbid Lithia and her tools.*
"WRAAAAAGH?!"
GM: Alexx punches in a quick course for the Green Depot. (Yeah, describe what aspect she creates, and how.)
GM: !f 2 (QUICK)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+2 for 3 [4dF = [ ][ ][ ][+]]
GM: "A'ight, hold on to your butt, Dovetail!"
Dovelia: instinctively looks around for something to hold on to. "Wait, what-"
Dovelia: (also you didn't answer whether i got the aspect or not)
GM: Greto: "Right, while Rachelle is... sorting herself out, it's time for me to see the felines off." He pulls out a tiny cell-phone and dials the number he specified in the design.
Dovelia: (will Food Truck Fundamentals [!] work? XD)
GM: (Sure.)
GM: (Also, incoming Sneaky Attack from Greto via phone call. <@!Dovelia> will be defending, since his setup will be hard-pressed to hit Alexx in the driver's compartment.)
GM: !f 3 (Sneaky)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+3 for 2 [4dF = [-][ ][-][+]]
Reality Glitch: ((You should probably narrate the attack, so Dovelia has an idea of which approaches are appropriate defend with.))
GM: *b-b-b-beep!* "Incoming call from; ###-####"
"Da f?" Alexx glances down at the radio as it lights up. Due to the wiring Greto specified beforehand, the call also gets forwarded to the smart-oven, smart-blender, and smart-gas-stovetop out in the kitchen, and because of some funky connections he outlined, this also causes them to turn on at some pretty dangerous settings!
GM: (The number isn't actually censored; I just can't be assed to make up a number. XD)
Dovelia: _watches in horror as everything turns on at maximum. "GRETO, YOU THIS INVECTIVE HAS BEEN CENSORED BY THE GHRUNABB CONSORTIUM!!!"
Dovelia: !f 1 (Quick)
DiscoDude: <@Dovelia> rolled 4dF+1 for 1 [4dF = [+][ ][ ][-]]
Dovelia: (uhhh. I'm going to need to invoke something. Can I invoke my Food Truck Fundamentals aspect? since, y'know, it represents my knowledge of everything, trying to turn it all off before all hell breaks loose? ^^; )
GM: (And I'll be boosting with the free invoke on Sabotaged My Original Truck.)
Dovelia: (shit. i'm going to spend a FATE Point on Food Truck Fundamentals on top of the free invoke, then.)
GM: (Ah, yeah, you can do that.)
GM: (Mind if I describe your success?)
Dovelia: (sure)
GM: And she turns off the jittering blender and the ominously roaring oven. She almost doesn't notice the slight *hiss and the faint smell of gas before the *click click click of the delayed ignition starts up; she barely ducks down to dodge an erupting fireball in the kitchen!
GM: "He-llooooo? Mr. Dial-tone- HOLY SHT! Dovetail, what's going on in there?!"
Dovelia: takes a very, very long time to compose a response.
Dovelia: Slowly, slightly singed, she rises from her huddle on the floor.
Dovelia: "Greto is going to INVECTIVE CENSORED pay for this, I swear it."
GM: "Alright, got all that set up?" Thorium Chef looks back at her sous-bot and breaths in that buttery smell. "Yeah, that's set up. Well... okay then. Let's get started!" She guns the truck for the Red Depot!
GM: !f 4 (QUICK)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+4 for 4 [4dF = [ ][ ][-][+]]
GM: (And that's a Success With Style! I'm going to nab the *Need For Speed boost.)
GM: But in that opening stretch, Thorium Lightning and Royal Menagerie just happened to be neck and neck!
"Whoa! Didn't expect anyone to be going as fast as me! Haha!"
GM: (Third face-off of the session incoming!)
GM: (<@!Ratatoskr>, she's talking to you. XD)
Reality Glitch: ((Can we cut this short at the end of this exchange? I didn't get any sleep last night and would like to get to bed at a decent hour this time.))
Dovelia: (agreed)
GM: (Yeah, we just hit my bedtime, too. I'm tempted to compel a Confessional on all three of you in sequence after the sht-storm that was this first exchange, but I might have to pen that in for next time. XD)
Ratatoskr: "I CAN GO AS FAST AS I WANT!" Blurs Ratatoskr as he frantically presses buttons and swings his foot to try and land on something, Trying to hide his desperation with all his might.
GM: "OH YEAH?! Wanna test thaaaaaat?!" It's clear that Thorium is having a blast here as she slams the acceleration. (I take it you accept the Face-Off compel?)
Ratatoskr: (Oh screw it, I will take it XD)
GM: (That brings us both up to 4, I think.)
GM: (Let's both roll FLASHY, then? Or Quick? XD)
Ratatoskr: (Im definitely rolling Flashy at the expense of Lithia XD)
Ratatoskr: !f 3 (What is he getting into)
DiscoDude: <@Ratatoskr> rolled 4dF+3 for 3 [4dF = [+][ ][-][ ]]
GM: !f 4 (FLASHY)
DiscoDude: <@GM> rolled 4dF+4 for 3 [4dF = [-][+][-][ ]]
GM: (Going to spend *A Need For Speed*.)
Ratatoskr: (...Shhhit.)
Ratatoskr: (Using 2 Fate points doesn't seem cost-effective for this of all things, I'll take my pyrrhic loss)
GM: (That's two shifts from the difference in rolls. Meanwhile, Thorium gets the Popularity aspect Left Them In My Dust [!]*.)
You're still neck and neck, screaming all the way when... one of your thrusters hits a small asteroid, and your truck does a flip! And it... It keeps flipping. There it goes... Up, up, and- er, slightly to the left - and away! You're still screaming bloody murder, but possibly for different reasons now.
GM: (Sorry for presuming with describing your defeat, but this was too good not to post. XD)
Ratatoskr: "I'LLL GEEEEEET YOOOooooooooooo.....F&%£!!!" Yep, Ratatoskr attention is fully on the Thruster that may or may not have broken off the truck.
Ratatoskr: ((It's fine XD))
GM: (So, DRAINED, BEATEN, or both Mild Conditions?)
GM: (<@!Ratatoskr>?)
Ratatoskr: (Hm...)
Ratatoskr: (I'll take being DRAINED and BEATEN, Mild Conditions are too severe xD.)
Ratatoskr: Ratatoskr will certainly get back to the Thorium Chef.
GM: (DRAINED over BEATEN?)
GM: (You won't be both unless you took four shifts. Which will it be?)
Ratatoskr: (OH, BEATEN then.)
GM: (Alright then! <@&627978553669058562>, got any last lines?)
Reality Glitch: ((Nah.))
Ratatoskr: ((I would rather have Lithia scream at Ratatoskr for last lines XDDDD))
Dovelia: surveys the damage and makes initial gestures towards fixing the damage Greto's trap caused. She smells smoke, and instinctively licks her thumb and forefinger and pinches a tiny flame still smoldering in her coif.
Dovelia: "Keep your eyes on the road, Alexx. I have some cooking to do."
Dovelia: (and i'm good XD)
GM: Lithia is currently "bracing herself against"/"being pressed against the floor of" one of the floor cabinets, screaming incoherently and trying not to pass out.
GM: (With that, let us...)
GM: !end
