TDM 005

[etrayamods]

⏵ 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… Roll a Die 1 Your leg is now tied to another chef’s 2 Your meal is continually un-cooking itself. 3 All of your ingredients are pickled now 4 The longer you touch an ingredient, the bigger it gets. 5 Every time you lift your pot lid, a component changes. 6 The aromatics are glowing and flashing like LED lights. 7 Your knife has been replaced with a cheese grater. 8 The ingredients are now magnetically stuck together. 9 Your meal is becoming deep fried. 10 Kittens are multiplying out of the cupboard. * 11 All of your ingredients have become incredibly heavy. 12 Your cook pot moves burners whenever you turn around. 13 Eggs scream when you crack them 14 The kitchen has become incredibly slippery. 15 It’s soup now. 16 All utensils have been replaced with crustaceans. ** 17 Your knife has a mind of its own. Watch out! 18 Your fridge catches fire. 19 Your pasta is trying to escape. Go get it. 20 Any ingredient not in the pot starts to float away. * 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:_______ Flavor Presentation Stackability Wet Originality Rizz ⏵ 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 1 Tummy Ache. Go lay in bed. Complaining alleviates symptoms. 2 That plate of food has energized you. You feel compelled to race or spar. 3 The food has reminded you of home. You must tell someone a detail of your childhood. 4 That food was so horrible that it simply must be washed out somehow. Spicy peppers? Booze? Gravel??? You’re going to over do it. 5 You have now discovered your new favorite dish. Make them teach it to you or you’ll lose sleep over it. This is all you want to eat for the next week. 6 The oddity of the ingredients has transferred to you. You start floating away. 7 The range of food and textures have inspired you. Acquire an annoying new hobby or habit. 8 You are now haunted by the digital souls of chickens. ⏵ NOTES ⏴ Please direct all questions to our mod queries comment! ⏵FULL NAVIGATION⏴

Comments

[codicies]

Eddie?

[ He did sense a symbiote... ]

You wouldn't happen to be Eddie Brock, would you?

[ Hoo boy, as if he hasn't been dealing with enough time travel nonsense regarding his dad, now suddenly there's the potential to add multiverse shenanigans, too. Sure, why not? This might as well happen. He's got a lot of confusing emotions regarding the concept of Eddie Brock, but he manages to stay somewhat neutral when he speaks. ]

I'm from another universe with symbiotes. My name is Dylan.

Does that name, uh... mean anything to you?

[decodex]

( due to venom's decision to keep them both silenced, eddie can only frown at first. but venom lets up; this important, and it's also really weird. they'd better learn what they can before they totally eat this kid to keep him quiet. )

Uh, yeah.... You've heard of me? ( feels like more than seeing his clips on the news, though. the mention of symbiotes confirms it. ) You— How do you know about that?

( symbiotes are sort of a trigger word back home. every time he mentions them, he gets hauled off by the police, or the cia, or the fbi. so, he's waving dylan off of the main stretch of road where this potluck is being held, and back behind a building – a place far more suspicious. )

Look, if you know about symbiotes, you know how trigger-happy they are. Eat now, ask questions later. So, if you wanna spare us both the trouble of you losing your head, you should probably start talking.

...Not a threat. Just, you know, a heads-up.

HEH.
HEADS-UP.

( oh, there's venom. )

OUR HUMOR IS INFECTIOUS.

[codicies]

[ Dylan lets himself be herded away for this conversation. He grins at Venom's little pun. ]

Hah, infectious and hereditary.

[ Dylan gets his wallet out, showing them his school ID. The name Dylan Brock is prominently displayed next to a rather unflattering photo. ]

My universe's version of you two are my parents.

If you need some time to process that, I get it.

[decodex]

( unflattering, but that sure is eddie's last name printed in black and white. he's going to need a second.

so, leave it to venom to react enough for the both of them. )

EDDIE!!!
IT'S LIKE I SAID!!
YOU WOULD MAKE A GREAT FATHER.
HERE IS THE PROOF!!

HIM.
IT.
THIS CREATURE OF YOUR LOINS.

( all the while, venom is inspecting dylan, zooming all around him, touching his hair, booping his cheeks, assessing his stature. )

...Do you need time to process this? 'Cause I'm good. Are you good? Dylan? Dylan Brock?

[codicies]

[ Dylan winces at the creature of your loins comment, and decides now is as good of a time as ever to test out if he can connect to this version of his dad's symbiote. Without a spoken word, he broadcasts: ]

He/him is fine. PLEASE don't call me a creature of anyone's loins ever again.

[ At Eddie's question, he offers a soft smile. ]

Nah, I'm old hat at this multiverse thing. Nothing surprises me anymore. Where are you at in your timeline? Are you and Spider-Man on good terms yet?