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 Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 9:09 pm
 Any camper or intern that steps foot in here is immediately in forbiddin territory. Anyone found on the premesis that is not Chef Hatchet or Chris McLean is subject to immediate disciplinary action by one Sargent Hatchet on the grounds of trespassing. Something amazing has happened. The wooden floors are spotless, and aside from a couple spots here and there you can see yourself in them. All the appliances (two ovens, a kitchen, dish washer, and deep fat food fryer) bear various dings and scratches, but they've been polished to look new. On top of that, they work properly. No more rust-flavored water or underbaked food! Two appliances look relatively new, however: a giant, spotless blue refrigerator that Chef Hatchet dusts daily for fingerprints, and a purple vending machine. The vending machine also has a sign on it: " DON'T BE AN IDIOT, FOO'." Most of the cabinets are shelves are high up and in Chef's convenient reach, but it doesn't look like there's any chairs or step stools to stand on for anyone else to reach them. The drawers have locks, however some of them bear the signs of a recent break-in. In the middle of the kitchen is a giant table. Much of the table has been sanded down, some places more deeply than others. This results in an uneven surface, as the more spherical items such as eggs and oranges tend to roll off in certain places. Most of Chef's knives are embedded in this, tip-down. An experimental tug by a camper refuses to budge them free. The kitchen is connected to the Messhall by a pair of swinging Saloon-style doors, set into the wall next to a large counter. The counter has all sorts of condiments on it, as well as relatively clean plates and utensils for the campers and interns to eat off of. The only other exit from this place is a sturdy-looking door leading to the outside. Next to it, pinned rather high are the infamous sock-puppets, Bella and Edward. Bella and Edward seem to be enjoying themselves, pinned to the wall with a knife like that. Their googly eyes stare and watch whoever comes in and out of the kitchen. **** [ The Main Lodge ] [ The Main Campgrounds ]
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 11:01 pm
(( The following information is strictly OOC. This is to give you guys an idea of what sort of food to expect on a particular day. Monday may be marked down to have oatmeal for breakfast, but breakfast could be skipped altogether if it's a challenge. Or, something unexpected could happen and change the breakfast menu to English muffins, or stale bread with past-pull-date cream cheese.
To figure out what's on the menu for that specific day, check out the first post in the messhall! ))Weekly Menu: Day 5:
Breakfast: Breakfast today is bagels'n' cream cheese! Some bagles are toasted, some are not. There's little packets of butter, cream cheese, and whatever else a little perma desires to have on their bagels.
...Well, at least it LOOKED like bagles. Someone had a bit of a fit yesterday, and reduced the round breakfast meals into little bite-sized pieces. Instead of neat little towers, it's served in a giant bowl. Campers get to scoop out what they want and either put cream cheese on each individual little bite or eat it like cereal.
Lunch: Hot dogs! ...what, you expect me to describe them? They're hot dogs. Cut up into teeny-tiny little bite-sized wienie pieces. Do you know what's in them? DO YOU? You do? Well, um, that's nice dude. No, no, spare me the details. Go tell your fellow camper buddies, mmkay?
Dinner: A stack of hamburger buns looms at the closest edge of the counter, next to a bowl filled with... ugh. The most daintier and refined perma would cringe at the slop being served, whereas the more rambunctious would grin in recognition: sloppy joes! Ground beef, seasonings with some onions all mixed in tomato sauce eaten on a hamburg- heeey, these buns aren't toasted! The sloppiness of the burgers soaks into the bun, making it a bit soggy. But who cares? It's still edible!
To go with the burgers are the camper's choice between beans and fries, both starting to go cold.Day 6:
Today's meals are not received at the counter. Rather, each seat in the messhall has a bowl, and there's some cereal inside each of them. Each bowl also has a spoon to eat it.
At breakfast time the cereal tastes like... bacon and eggs!
At lunch time the cereal tastes like... beef and rice!
At dinner time the cereal tastes like... turkey in gravy with rice and carrots!Day 7:
Breakfast: Scrambled eggs with french toast, accompanied by ketchup, catsup, cinnamon, sugar, and some bacon.
Lunch: Beef macaroni and cheese! It's... pretty self-explanatory, but some of the pasta's softer and mushier while some bits are harder and under-cooked.
Dinner: Campers have a choice of soft or hard shells for TACOS! Add in your choice of overcooked beef with wilty lettuce, squishysoggy tomatoes, onions, cheese that's seen better days, and salsa that's been moved to its own happy bowl so campers don't get to see the expiration date. Day 8:
Breakfast: French toast with sausage links and applesauce.
Lunch: Chicken nuggets and fries! Aww, the nuggets are in fun shapes like stars, cameras, Chris', bears, and -- heeeey wait a second. Why is Chris in my food? D:
Dinner: Grilled chicken with rice, veggies, and... lots of veggies left over from the previous seasons where campers are more of the entree than veggies. Day 9:
Breakfast: Over-enthusiastic Chef pancakes! These things would be more delicious if Chef took a little more care when he flipped them, as pancakes that miss the frying pan by smacking the ceiling, landing on the floor, counter top, or even landing on another pancake get scooped up and put back in the pan, fried and made as if nothing ever happened. There's bottles of maple syrup that can be added on in hopes to overcome some of the grossness.
Lunch: Someone got lazy and made a big plate of nachos. There's enough of the sort of cheese you get at movie theatres and ballparks to turn all chips under it into a soggy mess that'd be best eaten with a spoon. At least there's various toppins on the counter to drop on said chips.
Dinner: Dinner tonight is your choice of Mystery Meat (tm) or Nothing. We've got lots and lots of nothing, since the Mystery Meat is bubbling away in its own gravy... man, are you sure it's even dead? I think I saw it move! gonk
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 10:36 am
 Serena, taking Chris' encouragement, slipped in and moved to hide under a table. She may be bold enough to try this but she was not an idiot. That knife was very real and she didn't know about this Chef guy beyond the knife, and the puppet show. And going off those two things, she trusted nothing about this guy. When she was sure no one was in the kitchen, she came out and quickly went through to find a pan to cook in. Brownies would come later but Jay was hungry now! However, she was careful to keep an ear out for any footsteps, voices, or any sound outside that kitchen. The MOMENT she heard anyone, she would hide.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 10:46 am
As quick as she could, Serena gathered up ingredients, and began mixing away as quickly as she could. She paused to listen in on the door and feel for footsteps. Nothing yet! So carefully she heated up the pan she took out poured in her mixture. Finding a toaster, she put in some bread. Toast would work for most people, she hoped. She was going to make enough for everyone in her cabin; but only the stuff that cooks fast! She glanced around to see where she could find something carry all this in... aha! A basket. She almost felt like Yogi Bear like this. She threw in some fruit she found, and in few quick minutes she had everything cooked up. Always careful though, her ears would be perked to listen for people. Only when she felt it was safe, did she continue with her work. Finally everything was finished! Cheese omelets, toast, fruit, and some sausage. She smiled proudly however she realized something: the smell of cooked food would leak out soon enough! Burning her paws slightly, she quickly cleaned things up, put things away and ran out of the kitchen as sneaky as possible, dashing under tables as fast as she could. When she was close enough to exit the hall, she did so to mad sprint to the cabins.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 2:00 pm
Chef stomped towards his kitchen, a deep scowl on his face. It was bad enough that Chris had him sacrifice his own socks for the puppet show, but to perform it once for the campers and again for the interns?! Granted, the interns had seen version 1.0, and it was thanks to that he was able to fine-tune it in a way that didn't mentally disable a viewer, but...
He opened the door to his kitchen and stopped. He felt like the three bears, except unlike the three bears, Goldilocks wasn't seen sleeping nearby. He surveyed the mess Serena had left behind, a growl in his throat. "Someone's been usin' mah kitchen."
The large audio carefully sniffed the kitchen, sorting out the scents. He could tell it was a camper, but considering that there were 48 campers on the isle now... He wasn't able to track her down, not just yet.
With a snarl, he reached into his pockets and pinned Edward and Bella, the two sock puppets, to the door with a knife to serve as a warning to those that dared to enter Chef's domain. With nothing left to do, he began cleaning the leftover pots and pans, fuming the entire time.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 5:59 pm
It was sometime after Serena had cooked a delicious breakfast and taken it to her teammates that the host wandered this way again. Of everyone on the island he was perhaps the only one that could stroll right into Chef's kitchen without a single fear. And so, the door burst open without so much as a word of warning and the cheery voice of Chris rang out.
"Morning Chef-ma-----whoa."
Chris stopped, his gaze finding the sock puppets pinned to the door he had just opened and strolled through. Well if they weren't traumatizing enough in the puppet show....
"Doing a bit of redecorating are we? What's up dude?"
Tail swishing, Chris fearlessly walked around the kitchen. Mostly he was on the hunt to see if there was anything he could ah...help himself to.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 6:05 pm
Even if Chris had given him a warning knock, Chef wouldn't have heard it above the clatter of pots and pans as he washed them. With no campers nearby (and the interns wisely staying away), Chef took his anger out with soap and water. "Ungreatful little... can't even be bothered to clean up..."
He stopped as Chris entered, dunking a frying pan with more force necessary into the filled sink. "Ah'll tell yew what's up," he began, "Someone snuck in here and snagged enough food to wreck what the little sods are gonna get for breakfast tomorrow!"
"Ah told yew it'd be worth it to get some perma-locks. They bypassed those pup-locks those damn interns installed on mah cabinets! What's a man ta do in order ta get those pipsqueaks to know that this is mah turf?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 6:16 pm
Hardly listening, Chris continued to poke around. Cmoooon there had to be SOMETHING he could nibble on!
He did, however, have to look -mildly- interested. If he acted like he already knew someone had broken in then..well Chef-man would know about his little game. So twitching an ear he spared a glance to the angry Audio.
"Someone broke in dude? And just where were you?"
He quickly glanced away, focusing his attention back on his little hunt. ...But this was mostly to hide the very amused smirk on his maw.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 6:29 pm
Chef ignored Chris and his inquisitive poking around. Maybe he should move the edible stuff up to higher shelves, and leave the lower shelves with pots'n'pans and the baking goods? No, flour was flammable, and he suspected a certain camper would be unable to resist the siren's call of a hot stove, begging to have the entire bag dumped inside of it.
'cause something like that would not be covered by his paycheck.
Chef rinsed his paws and set the kitchenware aside to dry. "Out doin one last check on that challenge. Can't have it decide to break once we get around to filmin it, right? Heh heh. All's in good workin' order, thankfully."
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 6:42 pm
Darnit. Nothing with a host's reach that was edible! ...At least -readily- edible. He wasn't looking to cook his own meal here dudes. One disappointed huff later and he was at Chef's side, poking around the things there but never really stopping to offer to help.
Chris nodded. Knowing their challenges were in working order was a very good thing. He was sadistic, but he wasn't out to outright -kill- their contestants. Without them, he'd never get paid!
"Awesome, now here's hoping someone doesn't screw it up between now and then.."
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 6:49 pm
Chef nodded in agreement. "There's 48 of'em, though," he said slowly. "We may haveta have some interns on camera-watchin' duty to make sure they don't come across it, y'know? Or," he added with a grin, "At least watch 'em when they find it, heh heh. That should be entertaining, considering its reaction after an intern tried to feed it some leftover pancakes."
The large audio shrugged. "So what brings you here, Chris-man?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 6:54 pm
"Yeah man...we ended up with a -LOT- of campers..."
Chris rubbed at his face with a paw. This was way more than he bargained for. Here he had been expecting a nice easy two teams again but NOOOO. Wawanakwa was drowning in campers! But this provided a lot of opportunities for -drama- and for this he was thankful. If he could pull this off he may find himself with an even BIGGER paycheck!
Chris gave a snicker at the memory of the intern. Woooboy that hadn't been that happy, and that poor intern would never be the same again.
"Oh nooooothing~"
It was never nothing with Chris. But the host often liked to pass his random pryings off as 'nothing'.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 7:00 pm
Chris always did wanna be famous. Except he already was, wasn't he? Chef didn't mind the extra campers because, hey, he was used to cooking in large quantities. Granted, the first batch usually turned out the worst and was usually eaten last if he forgot to stick it to one side and pile it on top to make it seem fresh but.
'Nothing' meant Chef had a dangerously bored host on his mind. Shiiiit what did he have that could entertain the host? He couldn't think of anything, and he was loathe to reveal the cookie jar he had hidden up and out of camper, intern, and Chris' reach. "Ah'm sure," he said, "Bored of the editing room already?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 7:10 pm
Hard to imagine there was a time he ever -wasn't- famous, but it was there! ...Not that Chris would ever readily admit to it...
"Dude there's nothing good yet! I already have the whole opening speech and things done..."
Indeed. Chris had been up bright and early that morning to work on editing. Amazingly enough this was -before- he had decided to wake up the campers. That came after his editing session.
"I can go through the other good shots we got but mmrphhh...it'll get good after our challenge tomorrow."
Which meant for now, no..he wasn't going back to the editing room.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 8:09 pm
Chef slowly nodded. "Well, if yew can get footage of the person who broke in..." He trailed off, hopeful. If he couldn't sniff out the culprit, then the tape would have it!
Then again, his kitchen was free game when he wasn't in it... which was rarely. Except for today.
"Yo Chris. You takin' bets on the teams for tomorrow's challenge yet?"
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