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 Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 1:50 pm
Niksia didn't like to think how long she must have been in a daze for, the sun beating down on her head without her taking the slightest notice. The announcement for the cook off roused her and she rubbed the back of her warm neck as she listened. The balloon at her shoulder looked a little deflated in the heat, and her long red hair was starting to lie limply like her scarf. But... A smile began to form on her face, spreading into a slightly evil looking grin as she went in search of the tables for the event in question. They were thankfully easy to find, and already being dotted with various examples of cooking craftsmanship. Signing the sheet in her carefully cursive handwriting, Niksia took surprisingly few things with her and settled down at a table in preparation for her dish. Maybe not quite cooking, but I'm sure this will make up for it...Niksia removed most of the outer shell of a large green watermelon, while being quietly thankful that it managed to stand up almost perfectly on one end. What remained of the green coating was carved into delicate leaf shapes with ever smaller and sharper blades. Head tilting thoughtfully, long red hair swept away from the freshly carved fruit, Niksia surveyed her work so far before continuing on. A very small blade was used to carefully create petal shapes in the deep pink flesh of the melon, all hollowed out just so to avoid them collapsing on one another. The edges were sliced and thinned, with precision that required the act of sticking out her tongue just a little, so that they had lifelike fringing. What came out in the end looked far better than Niksia, who managed to cover her hands and arms in sticky melon juice. 'Ick.'She took it, making sure it did have an extra little stand to stop it toppling over later, and left it on the table for judging. A little piece of card was written on with that carefully done handwriting, though it was left a little marred with juice marks. 'Who knew that it would come in handy at times like these?'An open ended question, left hanging in the air as Niksia left her creation and went in search of something to clean herself with.  Dare You
By Niksia
A question or a statement, to dare to take apart this beautiful work of fruit manipulation. It was made to be looked at but what a shame it would be to waste such mouthwatering food! Does it really taste as good as it looks? Dare you try it?
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 2:04 pm
That lilac colored head bobbed slowly up and down to Aphismet’s explanation. ‘So you couldn’t very well just go and buy yourself a Raevan, hmmm…’ Ebony gave a light smile as she thought to herself or perhaps plotting to herself was more of the correct terms. Removing her shades and leaning over slightly those gray orbs got a delicious sight of the current entries. She licked her lips before biting a single finger as if to keep from grabbing one of those desserts to devour. A flash of white towards Aphismet before she sat back again, taking up the registration board in order to occupy herself from the desserts. “You’re right. Seems you’ve got a few contestants here.” She motioned the board to him. “And from the looks of those entries, I believe it’s going to be a hard decision. Maybe even more so if your doctor friend shows up because I don’t think there’ll be anything left over even for you!”
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 5:28 pm
EJ listened closely and intently at what Rivener had to say. Then he replied, "Ah...well, thank you a lot Rivener. It's been a pleasure." He then left to see what else he could find out about this new species. Then he came across a cook off booth. He thought it'd be fun to try, so he went up to it and got some information. He smiled and thought. Then he decided that he would try...but maybe later.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 5:38 pm
While Natsuki was out attending to Junsu, a waitress from Cafe Jubilee arrived in a pristine maid costume, similar to Shuura's. Sleek, lime green hair and white ribbons fluttered in the summber breeze as she approached the judges' area.
"This is Miss Yanagitani's entry for the contest. She wanted to make sure it wouldn't go to waste sitting in the sun too long." the maid said addressing the cook-off reception area. Placing the large white box with gold embossing on the table, she removed a ceramic plate, filled with crumpled brownie. To the general passerby, the dessert appearted to be a far cry from the decadent creations of Natsuki's fame. However, the maid snapped open a stainless steel canister and poured out the piping hot, berry topping. Nodding in satisfaction, the girl snapped the lid back on the canister, and slid it gently into the white delivery case. She placed a card in refined penmanship beside the entry, one side displaying the description, and the recipe for success on the back. From her satchel, she took a bag full of disposable plates and flatware and handed it to the receptionist with a gorgeous smile.
"There is enough for 24 people, so please enjoy it with everyone after judging is complete." At that, the girl in the bright wig turned in her heel and bounced off, ruffles and crinoline flouncing behind her.
Cook-off Entry (N. Yanagitani)  Title: "Natchi's Famous Lady Lumps" Entrant: Natsuki Yanagitani Rich French vanilla ice cream nestled between a crumbled brownie crust and topping surrenders sweetly to the juicy, fresh berries. Each spoonful is a rollercoaster of creamy chills and steamy thrills, as the gooey strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries burst in your mouth and the ice cream lingers ever-so-slowly on your tongue. Decadent fudge brownie laced with hints of crisp, refreshing apple sauce amplify the strong bittersweet kisses of lime, basalmic vinegar, cinnamon, and cayenne pepper, taming even the strongest health nut, and making them beg and plead for more. Oh, please don't worry about the sweet berry sauce trickling down your hungry, ravenous lips... Natchi's Lady's Lumps have that insatiable effect on everyone. Merely, lick your slips slowly, bury your face again, and keep going, relishing every last drop.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 5:58 pm
After a while, Isi checked his watch. He tapped the glass a couple times, furrowing his brows in confusion at its plated surface. It can't be... he thought softly in his head, checking it once again, It couldn't be that late already! Well, actually, it was entirely possible. With all these customers and friends stopping by, it was quite plausible that the cook-off was already starting. Isi had sworn that he had half an hour left before...It must've been when he was talking with Namini, that's where all the time must've gone!
"Damn," Isi exclaimed in an angry pout. Spinning in his seat, Isi reached out with his foot and nudged Eiry with the tip of his sneaker. When the sleeping raevan didn't wake, Isi shouted, "Eirdirsceol, get up! We're going to be late to submit our entry!"
With a flick of his elven ear, Eiry groaned and stretched, rolling away from the prod of Isi's foot. He balefully looked up at Isi, regretting that he hadn't been fake-sleeping so he could pull a prank. On one hand, Isi looked pretty ruffled...If Eiry pulled a trick now he'd probably get yelled at...On the other hand, it would've been priceless to watch the look on his face...If he was fake-sleeping, he would've definitely played a trick on Isi, forget the fact that Isi looked worried.
"Hm?" he mumbled in question, rising up from the ground like a lazy balloon. Eiry glanced down and saw that his ribbon was tangled in Isi's crutches. With a slight tug and a pull, Eiry's ribbon came free and twirled itself around his base. Pleased with his current state of being, Eiry turned toward the flustered guardian and cocked a lifeless-looking ear to listen.
"Eiry, you need to go to the cook-off booth, alright?" Isi waited for a nod from his charge before he continued, "Do you know where that is?" A shake of his head, just like Isi predicted, "Go find Aphi, and that'll be where the cook-off booth is."
That was easy! Eiry was right about to float away and look for Aphi as he was told when he paused and made a frown of confusion at Isi.
Isi rolled his eyes and pointed at the small cooler they had stored underneath the booth of the table. Readjusting himself in his seat, Isi faced himself again towards where customers would come. He cast a smug grin of sarcasm at Eiry as the raevan floated down to hoist it up, "I didn't ask you to carry that all the way over here for nothing."
"I knew you were going to make it carry it farther!" Eiry grunted with a pout as he lifted it up. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't as nearly as strong as his brother and this box was enough to make him carry it with both hands and lean back in order to fix his equilibrium. "I'll return," Eiry promised Isi as he floated away from the merchandise booth.
"And if you think of a better name, don't forget to put it on there!" Isi shouted from behind.
"Certainly!" Eiry called back as he floated into the crowd and made his way to the cook-off booth. All he had to do was find Aphi and that shouldn't be too hard, Eiry thought.
Isi let his head rest in his hands and he sighed heavily. Knowing Eiry, he would probably change the name of their entry. For two evenings they had fought over the name and Eiry was stubborn and reluctant to give in. In fact they had a small bout over it until Beauregard intercepted and started singing Battle of the Heroes from Star Wars III. It would probably dash all hopes of their success...At least they had fun making it. Isi would save the real treat for home.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 6:13 pm
On her way to the refreshments booth, Shuura spied a booth full of fresh food and various other cooking supplies and ingredients....the fresh-looking edibles catching her eye, she paused to once-over the booth, realizing that it was for some sort of cook off. More importantly, she realized that it was FREE.
...Might as well use the opportunity to try out some of those Cafe Recipes I have to memorize anyway, the girl thought to herself. Once decided, she set about making a light snack, whipping up fresh semi-sweet yogurt so the consistency would be light and airy, then adding vanilla essence and blending in carefully. Smoothing the fluffed yogurt into a glass cup the shape of an inverted cone, she began to layer it between scoopfuls of freshly diced fruit; a bend of mango, pinapple, strawberry, dragonfruit, kiwi, melon and cantaloupe, and adding her own twist, drizzled a thin ribbon of passionfruit syrup over the fruit.
Adding a final layer of yogurt, she topped it off with a dollop of fresh cream, dumped a few more chunks of fresh fruit for garnish, and for the finishing touch, added a sprig of mint. All in all it would be fresh, delicately sweet but not overly so, with a hint of sour tangyness after the initial sweetness, and underlying it all the refreshing coldness from the frozen yogurt and chilled fruit, a perfect treat for the hot summertime.
...Unfortunately, the judges would never get a chance to taste it, for Shuura grabbed the nearest spoon she could find and promptly began to devour the creation herself.
That was the whole point of it being free, after all. Free food was free food in Shuura's opinion, it really didn't matter who or what the free food was intended for, and as far as she was concerned, it might as well all be for her. Venturing off with fresh fruit parfait and spoon in hand, Shuura spied the black-and-rose floating figure of Vyn near the flower booth and began heading in that direction.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 6:43 pm
It didn't take long for Eiry to find Aphi. After wandering through the crowd, Eiry just followed the people carrying food and he found himself led right to the cook-off booth. On his way there, he waved to his brother Rivener at the drink booth. He was going to go and say hello, but he seemed really busy with all the people. Eiry promised that he'd stop by later. Pushing his way up to the cook-off table, Eiry hauled the cooler up and set it down. Opening the lid, Eiry grinned at Aphi and "The White Man" as he delicately took out the contest entry, "Hallo, Aphi! Isi said to bring this here. Could you keep the cooler? I don't want to carry it all the way back."
Setting the delicacy down on the table before them Eiry bent over the table and took a nearby pen that was lying on the table. He had thought of a better name, a much better name than Isi's, and he was going to make their entry irresistible. So he quickly scribbled out some 'unworthy' lines and substituted his own.
Isi and Eiry's Entry  Title: Childhood Memories Sudden Death!EntrantS: Isi and Eiry Etul Delaran So the name of this simplistic looking summer treat isn’t appetizing... Neither is the fact that there are deaths related to the consumption of this delicacy...But who could deny these pasty rice wrapped spoonfuls of ice cream? First the strangely satisfying chewy mochi embraces your tongue with unexpected happiness, like a good friend long since gone away, then your teeth sink in and unlock the delightful surge of cold ice cream, the sweetest taste to drive away the heat of summer. But don't eat it too quickly, because you get a freeze-brain. That's what Isi called it. Isi ate one mochi ball on the way over here and his eyes got all watery and he said it really hurt his chest. But he says that they're delicious all the same. But be careful, it didn't look too fun. Perfect for any time, mochi ice cream comes in a mouth-watering variety of flavors, one for whatever mood you're in. If you're feeling happy and perky, why not pluck up the mango-flavored mochi as golden as the sun? If you're feeling calm and balanced with the world, why not slip a green tea flavored mochi betwixt thy lips? (Like how Mr. Edgar Allen Poe writes). Or if you're feeling romantic, you should chew on the luscious strawberry flavored mochi, as sweet as a lover's kiss. Now if those flavors can't satisfy you, you'll just have try the chocolate chocolate, the sin of every child and chocolate lover alike! They taste just as sweet as childhood memories. But don't get too lost in the delicious awesomeness of mochi! For, one moment, you'll find yourself enveloped in the wonderful taste, so good that you forget everything else, and then you find yourself in SUDDEN DEATH!
Enjoy.
-Eiry
"Here you go, Uncle Aphi," Eiry said happily as he pushed the treat towards him at the table.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 7:48 pm
"You know, a lot of guys talk the talk, but can you walk the walk, Mister," Natsuki laughed, waving her finger at Jun. Countless guys underestimated her ability to game, and many drove themselves insane in vain attempts at protecting their male pride. Wrinkling her nose, she arched her eyebrows gently. "You'd be surprised, Sweetcheeks, as I am pack quite the punch."
She nodded politely at the booth clerk, giving a warm smile as Jun paid and received her purchases. A giggle slipped past her lips as the Korean hottie attempted to mimic the expression on the mug. Opening her bag, she nestled the glasses in a handkerchief for safe keeping. Looking at the mug, she smiled. "I run a cafe up on the Isle de Gambino, so coffee is an integral part of my life. I collect mugs and tea cups, so this will be a fun addition to my collection." Natsuki said, holding the mug gently, before carefully stowing it in her bag as well. "It's your date, so where shall we go next? Gentleman's choice."
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 8:33 pm
"Well, I meant carnival games, not video games. I get my butt kicked in those ALL the time...wait, walk the walk? You mean like this?" walking like an old-fashioned lady, sashaying his hips, he turned around and gave Natsuki a silly grin.
"Oh, I'm sure you CAN pack a punch. You must possess a righteous nuclear punch or something, seeing what your pokes alone can do." he teased, suddenly changing the subject. "Oh?! A Cafe? What's it called?
Absentmindedly, he strolled along, trying to figure out where to go next.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 2:46 pm
Josh approached the table of ingredients and held a stern and unwavering gaze over the food products. The boy seemed to judge them expertly with a keen eye as he tossed the bad ingredients away and chose only the best there was to offer. He relentlessly scrutinized the fruits then moved along down the way to pick up some items for a delectable cake batter and icing. Finally, Josh approached the chocolates and crammed a few of the metallic wrapped bars into his hands. Josh wobbled over towards an empty area to dump his ingredients about haphazardly and begin cooking.
He began the tedious cooking process by creating the cake batter and whipping together a delightful butter cream icing. Josh set the cake creamy off-white mix into the oven to bake and set the icing to the side as he began to create fondant from scratch. It was definitely not an easy process, but his mom had managed to teach him the proper mixing techniques and ingredient amounts. By the time Josh had finished the quantity of fondants essential for the cake, he was covered head to toe in a thick layer of confectioner’s sugar and cornstarch. Now, the boy chose to begin the monotonous method of forming the dainty and elegant flowers that he would later place atop the cake. Each one he paid special attention to as he fashioned the thin pale yellow petals with careful strokes.
By the time this wearisome task had been completed, it was time to start forming the freshly baked layers into two decent cakes. Josh slathered a generous amount of a rich chocolate filling into the bottom tier of the cake. Next, he made sure to spread some fresh fruits and jam into the top tier of the cake. It was coming close to the final daunting steps in his cake making procedure. Now, Josh was to place the fondant over the dessert and position the tantalizing exquisite flowers upon the white surface before him. It went by without a hitch and the summer wedding cake formed gloriously before him… and not on the judging table. Josh sucked in a sharp intake of air as he realized his fatal error. He now had a magnificent cake, but it wasn’t in the judging area. Josh growled lowly and with a determined sigh he grasped the sides of his precious creation and began a slow and shaky pace towards the judging booth…
Luckily, fate was looking onto the edgy boy for now. Apparently, an accidental date agreement was enough celestial punishment for one day. He set the two tiered cake upon the table and began scribbling down a description in his usual chicken scratch handwriting. Josh plopped the index card next to the cake and was happy to have the demonic confection completed.Josh's Cook-Off Entry  Title: Sensational Summer Cake Entrant: Josh ******** (the last name appears scribbled out) Don’t let the exquisite floral arrangement on this masterpiece fool you! Be prepared for a punch of sensual pleasure from this delightful confection. Each bite of the rich, moist cake will leave you begging for a second helping. The flawless homemade fondant only magnifies the melt-in-your-mouth quality of this creamy and decadent desert. The bottom layer is filled with a luscious chocolate hazelnut spread that will lead even the most chocophobic individual astray. Every mouthwatering morsel erupts with a pleasantly intense flavor that will leave your taste buds tingling in satisfaction. Don’t worry if you are not a chocolate fan though… we have you covered. The second tier is torted and nestled between each scrumptious layer of cake is a gracious serving of summer fresh raspberries and jam. The berries are succulent and just sweet enough to entice your senses and tantalize your tongue. The luscious jam blends perfectly into the delicate layers of pastry amplifying the deliciously moist cake. Anyway you slice it, this is a perfect summer treat that will delight any crowd. Larger View
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 10:39 pm
"Hmm? Oh! Hello!" Lillian had turned from her Aphi-made sandwich to see Jae in the petting zoo suddenly. It was as if the girl avaporated before her from out of thin air! "Ah! Care---" It was too late even before she could finish her warning to the young lady. The little bugger of a demon sheep already had given her a harsh prodding.
Lillian cringed as she imagined the pain that could easily be caused by the pitchfork that the creature weilded. "Are you all right, Miss?" The teen called from her seat at the booth. She stood from her seat after her question and leaned over the table to get a better look at Jae. Other than an angry pout and a rather confused expression playing across her features, Jae looked alright. Phew! That meant that there would (thankfully) be no liabilities against the Lab.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 9:24 am
Lazarus's attention was divided into 2 sides at the moment, and he doesn't fare very well in these conditions, much like Kyou. Having a short attention span and straight-minded, he didn't really contemplated the weight of the invitation before he blurted a "Sure!" to Tariel as he also took in the new customer's order.
Taking out a chunk of ice rock from the ice container underneath the booth, he placed it into a shave ice machine and fired it up. The machine started whirring and it's blade started to spin, shaved ice fall like snowflakes smoothly underneath in a disposable cup as the ice rock was pressed into the spinning blades. With a small click, Lazarus turned the machine off when the cup was almost overflowing with shaved ice. Oops! A little too much ice! He took the cup out and poured some cherry syrup into the shaved ice. "There you go!" He exclaimed as he handed the cup of shaved ice to the red-headed lady, pretty oblivious of the stares she gave him earlier. "That will be $4 please!"
Then he saw a familiar... head going through the crowd.
Kyou was still quite ashamed of his afro head until this very day. That's why he chose to not show up for the event although he was the one that prepared it in the back drops before this. But the temptations and promises of yummy summer delights made him changed his mind. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to show up as the judge for a cook off.
He didn't bother to contain his fried afro today, because it seemed futile and it made him look stupid anyway. So instead he had the brilliant idea of 'blending-in' with the crowd. Wearing an oversized t-shirt and some baggy pants with chains hanging on them, white sneakers, big sunglasses and even some bling-bling jewelry hanging round his neck, Kyou streamed through the crowd casually in his brand new hip-hop attire. He does feel weird walking around looking like this, he used to be so prepped and neat. But alas, he don't know what else could go well with the damned afro.
However, the sight before him when he approached the Cook Off booths blew all his worries aside. There are already a few entries sitting on the table, looking absolutely scrumptious, some of them emanating an alluring smell that seemed to tell Kyou to come hither. But... NO! He cannot eat them now, at least not right away anyway. At the very least he must make Aphismet - the other judge, join him in his food conquest.
Spotting Aphismet behind a booth, he gave a casual wave as he took off his sunglasses, afraid that the cook couldn't recognise him in his new attire.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 9:44 am
Aphi grinned as Eiry brought over th the mochi that Isi had been secretly working on at home. Aphismet had once or twice asked Isi and Eiry what they were doing in the kitchen, but they had always said "nothing!" and shooed him away. After all, it wouldn't do to have one of the judges peeking at the food ahead of time!
"So I finally get to see it, hunh?" He said as he took the sign-up sheet from Eiry. He raised an eyebrow. "Sudden Death?!" He peered at Eiry. He was sure Isi wouldn't approve of this.
Aphismet grinned and blushed as he saw Kyou wave at him. Immediately after the thought "Oh god, Dr Kyoupiruchi knows me!" came this thought: "Why is he dressed like a teenage gangster?" A eyebrow quirked, Aph stood and headed over to him, apologizing to Ebony as he went: "I-... Please forgive me, seems the doctor has arrived." He smiled.
Aphismet walked over to Kyou, smiling and bowing his head. "D-doctor! I... I am honored to judge with you, th-the cookoff. Um, I, uh... Th-thanks for Rivener!" Aphismet had never really talked to the Doctor before, always to helpers or other doctors. It was a tremedous event, to talk to him for the first time ever!
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 10:46 am
Eiry boasted his chest proudly when Aphi took a look at the card that went along with the dish. He naively assumed that the echo of the name and the lift of a brow meant that Aphi was surprised at the name and therefore pleased with it. With a puff of his chest and a flap of his wing, for his other wing was still healing, Eiry gave an ear to ear smile, "Isn't that the cat's pajamas?" He had recently learned this saying from Edgar Allen Poe and he was using it at every opportunity he could.
When Kyou strutted up in his new attire, Eiry, at first, didn't recognize him. It was only because Aphi mentioned 'the doctor' when he hustled to greet the newcomer that Eiry connected a memory with the name.
"White Man?" he muttered in confusion. Furrowing his brows and squinting his blood red eyes, Eiry tried to see the Dr. Kyou he remembered underneath all those bright baggy clothes. If his hair was straight...And he was wearing a lab coat...THERE'S the Dr. Kyou, Eiry remembered! "White man!" the wispy frei called happily.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 2:12 pm
“Oh no worries, go go!” She shooed him on with a smile, all the while watching from afar as Aphismet meet with the creator of these Raevans. Silently slipping her shades into a back pocket of those blue jean shorts and taking up her bottle of water, ‘He certainly doesn’t look like any type of doctor I’ve seen…yet I suppose one would have to be just as unusual and interesting as the things they create…still…’ Ebony poured some water into her cupped hand and doused it slowly around her neck and shoulders, allowing the cool liquid to quench her skin’s thirst before placing the bottle to her lips to quench her own.
Even in the shade of the booth, it was still rather hot and with nothing to keep her mind occupied, Ebony’s eyes wondered to the cook off’s entries. Her nose twitched lightly at the entry that the light green Raevan, of whom she’d meet earlier at the merchandise booth, had brought over. It looked really good despite the name it had been given, nice and cold. With a pout, she quickly looked away, off into the crowd and began to wonder if it’d been wise to stop here at this booth as it was starting to make her hungry. Without thinking, Ebony spoke her thought out loud. “Wonder if the line at the refreshment booth has gone down yet?”
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