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⏴

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arrival;

[banworthy]

[ Vincent sits with his legs stretched out in the chair. He has his ankles crossed with a plate of muffins set on his lap. Tearing them in half, he appreciates the steam coming off them before biting the tops.

Opening his mouth, he makes "ah-ah-ah" noises to ease the heat in his mouth but overall enjoying himself.

Twisting at the voice, he glances over the shoulder to see someone holding a muffin out to him. His eyes drift to the wings and horns that she has. ]

No. [ He blatantly lies and holds his hand out. ] Are you offering that to me?

[darklingwoods]

[ooc: No horns! Only wings :D]

[...Is she? Myrrh belatedly realizes that her gesture could be construed that way. But also she's not sure why he said he didn't when he has a plate of them in his lap. Is it that strange sense of humor that some of Ephraim's knights have?]

...I'm worried that it's poison. But if you've eaten them, they probably aren't... how long have you been eating them?

[banworthy]

[ ooc: my b, misread the art! ]

Few minutes. [ He makes a gesture with his hand to have her join him at his side. ] If I die, I die. [ A casual remark but he adds: ] A joke, I promise.

[ Probably! ] Anyway, are you able to sit comfortably with your... wings?

[darklingwoods]

[Myrrh's eyes widen when the man speaks so lightly about the possibility of death. She has no idea where a healer might be found if the food is treacherous. But... poison usually acts quickly, doesn't it?

She'll sit here and keep an eye on him. If nothing else, she can find others quickly through flight.]

Yes, I'm used to using human furniture. [She takes a seat opposite him, arranging her wings so they're comfortably around her.] ...How long have you been here?

[banworthy]

I wish people would stop asking me that -- [ He lets out a sigh holding the plate out for her to have instead. See? He's nice. ] -- I'm not paying attention to how long I'm here. There really isn't any gain in it for me, so I'll offer that advice to you, too.

[ A longer pause. ]

I'm Vincent. [ He recalls the concern that she had for him; it's very human, at least, but he doesn't understand why anyone would worry about anyone else when the situation is so upsetting and alarming. ] You seem too nice to be a demon, so what are you?