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

[godsandbats]

[Kirk nods]

You and Bekka were about to be finished off by the military when Luthor appeared.

[Which means Luthor literally saved two-thirds of the Justice League. Sorry, Hernan]

[sonofzod]

[ Finished off by the military hits him harder than knowing Luthor is the one who saved his life. When he next sees Amanda Waller, he is going to have a few choice words for her. Not all of them are going to be in English. ]

He's going to be even more insufferable.

[godsandbats]

[And the hits keep on coming]

You might not hear from him for a while. He's Bekka's traveling partner. Apparently he grew bored with Earth and wanted to obtain more knowledge beyond the stars.

[At this point, Kirk knows Hernan has a lot of information he needs to unpack. Or ignore. Either way, it's a lot for one man to take even if that man is Superman]

Bekka will be back. And she knows to call you if she gets into trouble.

[Kirk knows Hernan long enough to know that underneath the braggadocio, Hernan would prefer if they all stayed together. There are so few people like themselves]

[sonofzod]

[ Those Metal Men must have knocked his brain out. It's the only explanation he's got. Why else would he be okay with any of that?

Kirk, you know Hernan so well. He is absolutely going to ignore this thing you just said that makes absolutely no sense. ]

What are you making? It smells like blood.

[godsandbats]

[Even the sudden topic change doesn’t surprise Kirk so he’ll go along with it for now]

It was supposed to be noodles, not blood sausage. It seems there’s an additional challenge.

[Kirk shuts the lid, leaves it for a moment and the lifts again. Now it’s tofu]

[sonofzod]

[ Hernan peers over Kirk's shoulder as he lifts the lid and the food changes again. ]

Don't eat that. It will make you sick.

[ He still remembers those Giggle Drops. ]

[godsandbats]

[Kirk looks at Hernan a little puzzled]

How so?

[The entire cooking competition setup is already weird but Kirk wants more details and if it's worth going along with it]

[sonofzod]

This place does strange things to you, especially if you eat the strange food. When I arrived, I had something called Giggle Drops and couldn't stop laughing afterward.

I do not trust it and I don't think you should either.

[godsandbats]

[Kirk raises an eyebrow in surprise and is intrigued]

Interesting. Usually you’re invulnerable. Perhaps not being on Earth is affecting your biology.

[Then again, Fair Play has proven that Hernan can get hurt]

[sonofzod]

I thought the same. But I have not noticed a change in my powers.

[ So that means there is at least a yellow sun here. Not that it did a lot of good helping him to stop giggling. ]

[godsandbats]

Perhaps the sun here is very similar but has a few differences.

[Though speaking of biology, Kirk is also thinking about his own]

There’s been no word on how to escape?

[sonofzod]

None. There are other planets that you can see, but there is some sort barrier that keeps me from flying too high. So I have no real way of telling where we are.

[ Hernan pauses, thinking about that blood sausage. ]

Are you going to be all right?

[godsandbats]

I drank just before I got here.

[But Kirk doesn't know how long he was unconscious so the clock is ticking before he slips into madness again]

There needs to be a contingency plan if there isn't a way to escape soon.

[sonofzod]

[ Hernan doesn't like that word. Contingency. Like Kirk is some kind of wild animal that needed to be put down. He shakes his head. ]

We won't need a contingency. We're going to sort this out.

[godsandbats]

[Kirk isn’t as confident as Hernan about that. He needs a lay of the land first]

How long have you been here?

[sonofzod]

[ Too long. ]

About a month. Maybe a little longer.

[godsandbats]

Aurora mentioned a multiverse. Anything familiar here?

[Seeing the skyline being a mishmash of Gotham and Metropolis was jarring already]

[sonofzod]

Gotham's clock tower. The Daily Planet. I met Lois. She's...less insufferable.

[ He pauses, as if remembering something. ]

There's a child here claiming to be the son of Batman.

[godsandbats]

[Now it's Kirk's turn to not liking the news he receives]

Is there another Batman around here then?

[Because there's no way in hell Kirk has a kid]

[sonofzod]

I assume so. But I haven't met him. I met someone who told me about a Superman who hides his identity for some reason. Maybe this Batman does the same.

[godsandbats]

It would be appropriate. Bats are meant for the dark.

[Kirk shuts the lid and lifts it again, revealing peppers next]

Perhaps this Superman prefers privacy.

[sonofzod]

Seems like a waste of time to me.

[ Hernan crosses his arms. ]

I've only met the child. Tell me, if you happen to meet that other Batman.

[godsandbats]

It might be interesting.

[Or a headache. This multiverse business sounds messy]

What's the child like?

[sonofzod]

[ Definitely a headache. ]

Obnoxious. He carries an arsenal of weapons and he tried to stab me.

[godsandbats]

[Once again, Kirk is surprised]

Bold move for anyone to make, much less a kid. He didn't know who you were?