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Post by SceneMod on Jun 24, 2012 21:03:14 GMT -5
OOC: Cooking time isn't quite used up as of yet. Hand of God declares that ten minutes have gone by at the point of this post.
"She will not burn to death. She will likely succumb to smoke inhalation before then," the chipper voice says. This may or may not be true, but it sounds appropriately pithy.
"Only two of you are cooking, and that will reflect badly on your ability to move into the next round. Perhaps this second mystery ingredient will further inspire you." A bowl of unpeeled lychee fruit appears on the table next to the bowl of crackers.
This is the point where the DM passes out the notes of what happens to each PC.
**** Stella's kitten is not a trained attack kitten. It has a very piercing meow, however, and the flames freeze in place.
**** Seaspinner is actually cooking, so other than receiving the new ingredient, nothing odd happens in her kitchen.
**** Where Imp attempted to drive her hook into the floor, a small- think wallet size- panel pops open. If she gets down and looks at it, she will see a button and a bunch of wires just out of easy reach.
**** A recipe book appears in front of Cecil.
**** Costigan's kitten drinks the water, and his fur stands on end and sizzles with electricity
**** Samuel is also cooking, and so receives just the extra ingredient. He will find himself and his cooking process reset back to ten minutes in. He may well remember having finished the dessert already, and thereby be confused.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jun 27, 2012 21:04:30 GMT -5
Imp raises her eyebrows as the panel pops open. She looks in at the button, and actually tries to reach in on it. She is not generally a, "See a button, press a button," thinker, but right now she'll try about anything. Unfortunately, it is just out of reach. She looks up at the kitten, points at it, and says, "I don't suppose you're trained to press buttons?"
The kittens mews.
Imp mutters, "Right."
She stands up to grab a long spoon when Stella shouts at her. It takes her a moment that she, specifically, is being yelled at (because that's not her name), but she finally gives Stella a baffled look. "You talking to me?" Before the green-haired woman can answer, however, she kneels back down and attempts to push the button with the spoon.
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Skid-Z
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Post by Skid-Z on Jul 7, 2012 15:10:09 GMT -5
Believe to have been up?
Alright, mix this and this and stir for... what the?! In shock, Samuel forcefully pushes the bowl away and steps back until he feels the glass wall against his back. He keeps on staring at the bowl even as the second ingredient comes up, registering at the edge of his vision.
His brain tries to grasp what happened. He finished the dish, didn't he? Yes... Yes he did... But what happened? How? He fidgets, paces. Then he curses in words his mom didn't teach him and pounds the kitchen top with a fist, "Damn you! What the [frag] do you want?!"
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Jul 10, 2012 20:01:41 GMT -5
"I..." Stella says, staring at Imp, mouth open wide. Then her lips curl into a sneer of disgust. "...I thought you were someone else. Freaking antimatter android clones."
She blinks a few times at the kitten and grumbles, "Gonna have to put you into custody when we're done here, Dog." They can't have metacats just running around all over the place. Maybe she can get the thing spayed or neutered and see if some of her cousins will take it in.
Grabbing a knife out of a drawer, Stella slits open the spiky skin of a lychee and says, "...ehn. Kind of grape-peach?"
She dumps a box of Thin Mints into a food processor to pulverise them into crumbs and goes to shelling the lychees and de-seeding them to dump them into the food processor so that she has a wet crumb mixture.
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Post by Hellbender on Jul 11, 2012 21:51:10 GMT -5
Costigan stares at the bristling, excessively staticky kitten, but all expression is hidden behind the twin reflections of Static Cat in his sunglasses. "Uh, what?"
He scowls, and slides one foot back, almost unconsciously readying for a fight. His fists clench, but there's no one in arm's reach, so he forces himself to relax. "What the slag did you do to that kitten? You're probably one of the fraggers with too many legs and not enough sanity," he growls, then reaches for the bowl of lychee fruit. "And what the frag are these? They don't look very tasty."
Donal Costigan didn't grow up in towns with grocery stores that catered to southeast Asian tastes. He's never seen an unpeeled lychee fruit before, though he has tasted them already peeled and cored from the dessert section of the occasional Chinese buffet.
He turns to the mini-fridge and finds some whipping cream and puts it in another bowl, then adds a pinch of powdered sugar. He whips it just a little bit, just enough to make it thick and frothy, but not enough to make it stand up in even soft peaks. Finally, Costigan decants it into another saucer which he sits beside the kittens water dish.
"Sorry, kid, no tuna in the fridge for you, but Ah hear kittens like cream," he says to the kitten. "No chocolate in it, though--that's not good for cats."
If Mr. Sweet King is standing around somewhere in line of sight, Costigan will turn and flash him a quick finger, but otherwise keep his back to the villain and dote on the kitten. Perhaps he's stepped a bit beyond "trying to provoke the enemy into revealing something" into "this guy just pisses me off". It's more than possible--quite likely, even. Costigan always did have a hot temper and a certain impulsiveness, and this guy was the enemy.
If you couldn't get at enemies directly, you baited them into exposing themselves, and then you struck, quickly and ruthlessly. This guy was a self-centered, preening bastard; he'd expose himself sooner or later. When he did.... Costigan grinned ferally to himself. That neck would probably snap like a rotten twig.
A fading, false part of him tries to wonder why he's thinking like that, he's not a soldier, he's never been in a war--but he ignores it. He's not sure why, yet, but the thoughts he has... feel right. And there's more to come, he knows. Something huge and strong waits just under the surface, and it will rise to the top in its own good time.
Meanwhile, that's no reason to be mean to the kitten trapped in with him. Or to ignore his fellow prisoners. What is the woman with the hook doing, and why does she make him so uneasy?
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Jul 15, 2012 19:35:51 GMT -5
"Oh my," Susannah says weakly, watching the various shenanigans going on around her, then given her kitten an uneasy look. The kitten mews innocently and bats a stray fish cracker around the kitchen floor.
She considers trying to shut her kitten in one of the cupboards, but decides that would be cruel and that she should really get back to cooking. In the middle of adding some chopped lychee fruit to her cake batter, it occurs to her that she doesn't actually have time to properly cook a cake.
"Oh dear, oh my," she says, looking progressively flustered. More and more of her frizzy hair is escaping the confines of her bun, and her gloves are getting so messy but she couldn't possibly take them off in such a public place! "Oh goodness."
It's too late to restart, so Susannah is just going to have to... to... to go with the smallest cake pan possible and hope for the best.
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Post by SceneMod on Jul 16, 2012 21:04:16 GMT -5
Ten more minutes have passed
When Costigan asks about the lychees, a pleasantly accented, slightly sultry female voice echoes through the kitchens.
The lychee is the sole member of the genus Litchi in the soapberry family, Sapindaceae. It is a tropical and subtropical fruit tree native to southern China, Taiwan and Southeast Asia, and now cultivated in many parts of the world. The fresh fruit has a "delicate, whitish pulp" with a fragrant flavor. Since this perfumy flavor is lost in canning, the fruit is usually eaten fresh. The lychee contains on average a total 72 mg of vitamin C per 100 grams of fruit. On average nine lychee fruits would meet an adult’s daily recommended Vitamin C requirement.
"Excellent, excellent! That is much more in the spirit of things," the Sweet King says jovially. Nearly everyone is cooking now, and that is pleasing. "What genius creations will your make for me today?"
Imp rolls a natural 20, and manages to barely use the spoon to pop that button.
When she does so, a trap door opens under Costigan. It's a long drop into some very large gears.
The people who are cooking are not bothered this round.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Jul 17, 2012 19:56:02 GMT -5
Imp lifts an eyebrow, not that anyone can see this, since she's pushing buttons behind panels in the floor with a spoon. "You confused me with an anti-matter android clone? Run into a lot of those?" She stands up and grunts. "Doesn't seem to do anyth- hey, there someone missing?"
She looks at the new bowl that has shown up on her counter and frowns. She picks up one of the lychees and attempts to bite into it, then spits it out. "Bit better on the inside. Kind of like heads, really," she mutters, then looks at the counter. She places the kitten in the bowl of lychees, just in case the kitten was the actual ingredient, then tries to figure out how the fish crackers are supposed to inspire anything. Fish swim, right? She grabs a cup, fills it with water, and dumps it in the bowl.
The kitten hisses and leaps out of the bowl.
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Post by Slugslinger on Jul 24, 2012 19:04:53 GMT -5
Cecil makes no attempt to hide his contempt for the cookbook and sets it aside. His kitten promptly sits on it and mews at him in a fashion that can only be described as insulted. Cecil ignores her as well and looks at his ingredients. Does he really have to cook? How bad a punishment can someone that poorly dressed really enact?
Ah, but if it gets him kicked out of the competition, he won't get to find out what fun comes later. What a chore. And he won't be able to chat up that gal with the mohawk over there.
"Good to see someone else with a sense of style around here!" he calls back to Stella, grinning.
Lacking any other ideas and fishing the memory of a snack a childhood friend frequently shared with him, Cecil haphazardly starts some chocolate to melting in a pot on the stove.
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Post by Skid-Z on Jul 30, 2012 5:55:57 GMT -5
Samuel wasn't -really- cooking.... He was being cranky.
With a scowl set on his face, he continues to make what he was originally making, ignoring the damned lychees. He's not going to risk mixing them with chocolate because the fruit is watery. He'll just add them around the bowl and be done with that.
The kitten mews, but is ignored.
((Absolutely no clue about when and where anymore, so I'll just make sure to post in-between scenemod))
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Post by Springer/Stella Ringer on Aug 9, 2012 22:15:55 GMT -5
"Yeah, all the time," Stella deadpans, "Who are you guys, anyway? I'm Stella Ringer. Civilian helicopter pilot. Ex-Army."
Oh hey, the snarky guy is gone.
She adds some almond butter to the Thin Mint crumb+lychee mixture. She would have added peanut butter, but the almond butter was easier to find in this wacky kitchen. She put it all in a bag, adds the goldfish crackers, tosses it, adds some powdered sugar, and tosses it more.
There. Chocolate, goldfish crackers, lychee, and inspired by cats.
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Post by Hellbender on Aug 10, 2012 20:44:06 GMT -5
The floor disappears out from under him, and gravity takes over. Costigan drops straight down into darkness--
Thud! Donal lands painfully on moving, grinding metal. "What the slag?" Bruised and truly irritated, he flings himself aside before the rotating gears crush his limbs between them. He doesn't get very far--it's rather crowded with moving parts, and something else hooks his jacket and drags Costigan back into the machinery.
He tears himself free at the cost of his jacket, cursing vilely. All around him are gears and machinery. Costigan scans it carefully, "seeing" the shape of it in the absolute darkness, and hearing the vibrations of the engines driving them. He looks upward. It was a long drop, and the gears he landed on...
"Son of a b**ch tried to kill me," he growls to himself. "He really shouldn't have done that."
He ducks low enough to reach under and feel about the shafts the gears rotate on until he finds the one that vibrates with the tension of a rotary motor somewhere further down. "Yep, this'll do."
Costigan sets his feet, seizes the driving shaft in both hands and starts trying to bend it out of line--with luck, it will bend enough to seize up and jam. For an added bonus, he'll wrench the gears it's driving out of true and watch them gnash together in vain.
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Post by Seaspinner/Susannah Webber on Aug 13, 2012 16:46:10 GMT -5
Susannah frets over her oven as her miniature chocolate-and-lychee cake bakes far too slowly for her peace of mind. Oh dear, and how is she going to shape it into a cat if it doesn't harden up enough? Maybe she can sort of... mold it like clay.
Without anything better to do while she waits, Susannah picks up her kitten and fusses over it, stubbornly shoving away any thoughts that try to let her know how delicious it looks.
"Oh, um, hello!" she says, waving to Stella and trying to put on her biggest, friendliest smile. It quivers a little. Trying situations do make politeness so difficult, "I am Susannah Webber, it is a pleasure to meet you, Stella!" The corners of her mouth turn down. "Though the circumstances could certainly... perhaps... be better." She darts a nervous look around.
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Post by SceneMod on Aug 19, 2012 16:26:03 GMT -5
OOC: I have no idea who is up and where or anything anymore.
"Ah! I see we have already lost one contestant to the stress of the competition. Let's see if he can handle the stress of failure, hmm?" the Sweet King says. From beneath the floor comes a loud rumbling and grinding noise as Costigan wrecks havoc on the gears below. The Sweet King frowns. Really, does the man not understand how expensive it is to maintain a supervillain lair? He pushes buttons to engage some defenses. Costigan will now get to deal with the typical lasers and rotating sawblade attacks favored by cliche villains. What the Sweet King doesn't realize is that the particular set of gears Costigan just destroyed lead into the workings for Stella's kitchen. A very, very thin line appears up one of the clear wall panels. If Stella investigates, she will see it is actually an opening, almost as if a door slid opening.
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Post by Impactor/"Imp" on Aug 19, 2012 18:21:51 GMT -5
"I just go by 'Imp,'" Imp says. "I dig graves. I'm an ex-robot." She really doesn't care if that's not something she should be admitting; the whole situation is so absurd that she is entirely out of fraks to give.
Okay, so the cat doesn't want to be an ingredient. Imp can't say she can blame it. She shrugs and dumps the fish crackers in the bowl instead. Chocolate's supposed to be involved, too, right? She dumps a can of cocoa in.
This is what happens when you involve someone who has never actually existed as a living human being with a fully functioning sense of taste in a cooking contest.
She tilts her head at the rumbling going on beneath the area, and narrows her eyes. Sounds like someone's having more fun than she is, and that annoys her.
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