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![]() ⏵ arrival ⏴ Arrival goes as anticipated. Characters awaken in a sterile hospital bed in a clean, white room to the hum of machines under the unnatural lighting common to well-kept institutions. Every bit was designed to be comforting and calming, even with the jarring undercurrent of this situation. The first face they see is Aurora's: her smile appears to be warm, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. She might offer a quick explanation, or leave characters to figure it out for themselves depending on their approach. The door to the room swings open, revealing a hallway that stretches out ahead of them. There’s noise from outside and strong pumpkin spice scents coming from the lobby. Ah, muffins and tea. Grab one and head into the crisp, sunny fall morning ahead. ![]() ⏵ potluck ⏴ Cutthroat Iron Etrayan Bake-Off As you step out of the arrival holding area into the main thoroughfare, the entire street has been turned into tents and chef stations to accommodate the activities of thirty people at once. There’s seats, trailers, and robots bustling about to make sure everyone is ready. A couple of cheerful robots in aprons and colorful sweaters approach and redirect you as you step towards the cooking area. There’s gas ranges, ovens, grills, blast chillers, mixers, and set walk-ins and pantries with just about every ingredient you can imagine. There are cameramen (also robots) patrolling the area to capture all your best moments and to broadcast them directly to your fellow citizens’ devices. Your instruction? “Make your signature dish. You have one hour, chef.” It can’t just be straightforward, can it? The land itself is held together with pure chaotic energy. If you’re lucky, all goes as planned. If you aren’t… well…
* All kittens disappear at the end. ** These however, stay. ![]() ⏵ share a meal ⏴ As all the cooking concludes, you will be invited to plate your meal into one of many casserole dishes, regardless of what was made. A ladle will be tucked into the corner and placed on the table with a folded bit of cardstock declaring the chef’s name and the name of the dish. A helper camerabot will come around to each participant and ask for their thinking and their process. Even if you got away without having to cook, even looking towards the table of dishes will spur a helper bot to start making you a plate with one of everything. The helperbot will insist that it is rude to not at least try what their peers have made. In fact, if you are to fill out the score card for each person, you really must taste everything! The robots can’t try the food, so it’s up to you. The cards look like so. The grading system is opaque. Is it meant to be numbers? Stars? Letter grades? Well, you’re the judge. You figure it out. Chef: ___________ Dish:_____________ Judge:___________ Overall Rating:_______
![]() ⏵ tummy ache survivor ⏴ No matter how well your compatriots cooked or baked their dishes, there are… factors. You see that carrot? It’s really just condensed chaos in the shape of a carrot. No matter how powerful you are, these particular ingredients may not mesh with your being. …And even if it is truly a carrot, do all the chefs know the proper cooking temperature of chicken? Even chickens are aliens to many. (Optional) Roll a Die
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she thinks of doing so, circling around the pole curious until a voice comes from the individual, and she begins to think otherwise. )
Oh, you are not a flag.
( 37 accepts, amazed that even if he was, that he suddenly started talking. and here she thought that she had met a fellow awakened, but that doesn't seem to be the case once she's able to finalize the string of numbers presented before her. )
How strange. You should stop using your abilities.
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[ He sounds more tired than annoyed. In a city full of colorful robots and just as colorful residents, he can’t be mad about someone thinking he’s using some kind of freaky power.
He has plenty of those to go around, flight just doesn’t happen to be one of them. ]
I ate something that caused it. Now I can’t get down.
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( for her, she was told to eat at other places to remedy the issue, but she doesn't know if that's the same for him.
she doesn't seem too worried as she holds out one hand, a gold, triangular prism manifests in her palm and then floats up to the individual. it's tangible, and doesn't go past him rather... it hovers right before his face. )
Take it.
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What is it?
[ Maybe ask that before you grab it, Ivan! ]
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...as long as he doesn't let go. )
It is a geometrical shape! It will keep you from needing to hook to that pole, so use this for now while with me.
( yes, that's right, he's coming along with her now.
he's sort of like her kite now. )
You said you ate something?
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This is handy.
[ His lower half is still trying to make a break for the stratosphere, but hey. It's better than nothing. ]
That's right. I was trying some of the foods from the competition. I probably should have known better, in hindsight.
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( she points out as this reminds her of what happened to certain individuals before, and even she was a victim. the geometric shape follows right behind 37 as she walks off, making sure that he's brought along too. they might garner a few squares, but she's trying to find what it is that he ate... hopefully he will stop her when they're close. )
Unless you have to eat the same thing to reverse the effect? But it never seems that easy.
( it always seems silly. )