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 Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 12:33 pm
The location led them all into the town and one of the most intact structures around, an Abandoned restaurant. Edith and Charlotte sat at a long dining table, discussing something in low voices as the Moon applicants arrived, the other tables were filled with other moon hunters who had not applied. The dining room transitioned to an open kitchen that was very large, even moreso than the one attached to the cafeteria, with multiple work stations and lots of free space. In the center was a tall, sheet-covered mound. Once everyone had arrived, Edith looked them over grimly and then rang a little bell at her table. Dwight jumped out in a bold pink suit and tie, microphone in hand. "Okay folks, I don't even go here, but when Edith asked me to set this up, I felt that it was important to do things right. So I'll be your emcee for the Great and Shining Moon Assistant Assistant Cook Off of 2013!" He waited for applause. and a few of the moon hunters paused in their conversations to humor him. "Alright, great! Well, Edith feels a good moon hunter is not only capable of using whatever they have at hand to get the job done, but they're able to do so in a quick and timely manner! To show your skills, today you're going to have to use the Secret Ingredient in all your recipes, along with utilizing the emergency rations Edith has thoughtfully been storing here for...years." He gave Edith a concerned look, but she just nodded reasonably. "You will have 60 minutes to grab your ingredients and prepare a meal with what you find in the kitchen! In the end Edith and Charlotte will be judging you along with the rest of your Moon brethren! SO let's get this party started shall we?! Today's Secret Ingredient issssssssssss.....!" The sitting Moon hunters obligingly pounded a sort of drum roll on their tables. "SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!"With a flourish, a towering mountain of Spam was revealed. "Now go! Go! GO!" Quote: Your hunter needs to cook for Edith and Charlotte! The ingredients available besides spam are all canned and dry goods. They ICy have 60 minutes to do this. Round 1 Roll 3d10: This is their first 20 minutes! The first dice represents how much Spam they were able to grab. The second dice represents how well they are able to defend their cooking station. The the third dice represents how much other applicants, Dwight, and bored moon hunters attack or sabotage them. Subtract the third dice from the second. Add the results to the first dice, even if negative.(2nd-3rd)+1st = first round score Round 2 Roll 3d10: This is their second 20 minutes! The first dice represents their food in progress. The second dice represents how well they are able to defend their cooking station. The the third dice represents how much other applicants, Dwight, and bored moon hunters attack or sabotage them. Subtract the third dice from the second. Add the results to the first dice, even if negative.(2nd-3rd)+1st = second round score Round 3 Roll 3d10: This is their third 20 minutes! The first dice represents how well they finish up, make last minute additions, and plat their food. The second dice represents how well they are able to defend their cooking station. The the third dice represents how much other applicants, Dwight, and bored moon hunters attack or sabotage them. Subtract the third dice from the second. Add the results to the first dice, even if negative.(2nd-3rd)+1st = third round score Then add up all your scores. Every 5 points equals a successfully completed dish. Then rp your character presenting all their dishes (be sure to name them!) to Edith and Charlotte to be tasted!
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Lilwolfpard rolled 3 10-sided dice:
7, 3, 7
Total: 17 (3-30)
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 1:08 pm
She entered wary, of course. What would they make their applicants do in a moon challenge? Would they be defending? Healing?
.....Cooking.
Ceres stared at the kitchens they entered as her stomach all my dropped to her feet. Cooking, her one enemy. Something no matter how much she tried she still wasn't really good at. Oh she picked up the basics... but thats about it.
There was a reason Bix did 99% of the cooking.
She glowered though at the judges, and everyone whom was around her. COOKING? "Why cooking." She mumbled. Ceres wasn't exactly the most domesticated person ever...
Still though she managed to do okay. She grabbed a lot of the vile (What the hell is that?) meat-like-slimy substance and brought it to her station. Only it seemed they could sense her frustrations and made it hella hard for her to do anything other than fail at defending her station.
SCORE: 3-7= -4 +7= 3
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Lilwolfpard rolled 3 10-sided dice:
5, 2, 3
Total: 10 (3-30)
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 1:16 pm
With a final glare at another bored moon hunter whom tried to take her spatula(really?), she started to work.
Really was this a game of cut-throat-kitchen mixed with Iron Chef?
Shaking that thought away... she set to wondering what the hell to make with spam. As a child everyone she knew used to say spam stood for s**t posing as meat. She dared to flip around and look at the ingredients... and found herself frowning. She was supposed to make food from THIS? Well... the judges seemed to think they had to be good at cooking. Ahahahah were they were in for a surprise.
Setting to her task at hand she prepared the food, aka opened the cans and slopped the stuff on the cutting board. It looked something like dog food...
Oh well. Ceres cut it into (uneven) slices. Taking that she wondered for a second... Sushi? Was spam sushi a thing? She didnt really have time to make any rice... or did she? Eying the clock she saw she had some time. Quickly she set up a pot to boil rice. Really rice was stupid proof.
Someone else stole her other spatula.
Round 2: 2-3=-1 +5 = 4
Total: 3+4= 7
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Lilwolfpard rolled 3 10-sided dice:
9, 5, 5
Total: 19 (3-30)
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 1:25 pm
Somehow she managed to defend her station pretty well this round. Maybe it was the giant almost pitchfork-like object she was keeping in her left hand and poking at anyone whom got close.
Either way... somehow she managed to have the time to make four dishes. Really? Four? Though one oddly smelt like burning rubber...
Either way she managed to clean up rather nicely, and bring her plates over to the judging table.
"Uhm so... you have four dishes today." She paused, what the hell was she going to name them? Better just describe them.
"The first is spam fried in the pan with some seasonings..." She really ran out of ideas okay. So salt, pepper, and a little cayenne and she thought it was okay. At least it didnt look burnt. "The second is a take on sushi. Only we didn't have any nori so i used lettuce as sort of a holder..." It was basically a piece of lettuce wrapped around some rice, another slab of spam, and some other things on top. That was the extent of her creativity for the day. "Thirdly is some spam grilled cheese." It was exactly what it sounded like. At least she cut it into fourths. "Lastly is spam smores." Yup, she totally nuked some spam and stuck it between chocolate and marshmallows.
"So i uhm... hope you like it..." And dont die from it, please.
Round total: 5-5=0 +9 = 9
Total: 7+9 = 16
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OnionGrump rolled 3 10-sided dice:
9, 5, 4
Total: 18 (3-30)
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 1:36 pm
Of all things. Ryan didn't expect a cook off. He should have, given the division lead and her past experience with strange foods--but he didn't. Nor did he expect Dwight, of all people, to appear as a host and in a offensively bright pink suit at that. The man had guts.
Ryan fortunately stood his ground. Cooking couldn't be all that bad, right? Surely they could at least prepare something better than what was always prepared for them during the division gatherings--right? He could only hope. Though he did visibly pale at the mention of a secret ingredient, but was thankful to hear it was only spam.
"Maybe with this cook off, we can finally be rid of the spam supply." He mumbled under his breath. Clearly if he had any tolerance for the canned food, it was long lost. Which was precisely why he grabbed a large amount of the stuff--only to have it threatened, by non other than the pink abomination himself.
"Back off! Shoo!" He snarled.
Let him cook his spam in peace, Dwight!
Round 1: 5 - 4 = 1 + 9 = 10
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OnionGrump rolled 3 10-sided dice:
2, 10, 8
Total: 20 (3-30)
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 1:48 pm
Ryan quickly prepared the food, perhaps even a little too quickly, and kept a wary eye on the nearing threat. Who, even after his first attack, was approaching again.
"Maybe attacking in a bright pink suit was not the best of ideas, hmm? I can spot you a mile away." He said, slapping the life assistant with the spoon he had in his hand, fending him off once again.
Round 2: 10 - 8 = 2 + 2 = 4
Total: 10 + 4 = 14
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OnionGrump rolled 3 10-sided dice:
4, 7, 3
Total: 14 (3-30)
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 1:56 pm
He was onto the finishing touches now. Which mostly involved removing it from the stove and slapping the spam onto a plate and adding the other ingredients before he shoved it all into a somewhat pleasing appearance. If that was even possible. Which it probably wasn't. But so long as it was edible and wasn't going to kill you, who cared? Beggars can't be choosers after all, and at this point, Ryan was more concerned with the constant threat, who still refused to give up--among others. It just happened that most of his anger was focused on the one clad in pink. Dwight.
"I swear to God, if you even so much as touch that spam--" He threatened, waving the spoon menacingly at the would be attackers and smacking any who got too close. He would defend the vile meat substance until this s**t was over, which would be at least until the others tested each dish. All four of which he presented to Edith and Charlotte now.
"I give you spam surprise." He offered the first dish forward, which looked to be a mysterious blend of God knows what. Possibly diced spam, pasta, mushroom soup, peppers, and oh God, was that a topping of canned cheese...? "Hawaiian Spam Breakfast." This one looked relatively safe. Spam with fried rice, and mixed vegetables all wrapped in fired powdered eggs and pineapple toppings. "Some spam skewers." At least the vegetables and fruit still looked good! "And for on the go, some jerky wrapped spam." Which was exactly what it implied.
Round 3: 7 - 3 = 4 + 4 = 8
Total: 10 + 4 = 22
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 3 10-sided dice:
9, 4, 5
Total: 18 (3-30)
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 4:57 pm
Dakota followed the moons into town, looking around as they were directed to a restaurant and smiling. Wow, there was a place like this? Go figure. He entered, almost laughed in the middle of the whole instructions.
He couldn't cook.
Oh god, he was going to fail this.
No wonder Julie had been the assistant....
He grabbed an armful of spam, akin to his large frame before taking off to the kitchen...Just as he got into his kitchen though, Dwight and the moon hunters attack.
"Goddamn it Dwight. DO you and Mark have a hard on for ruining my life." The ******** was probably still made about the twitter thing.
Well at least by the end of it, he still had some dish of spam stuff...shaped into a elbarote sculpture of boobs. Unintentional of course.
Round 1: 4 -5 = -1 + 9 = 8
Total: 8
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 3 10-sided dice:
2, 8, 2
Total: 12 (3-30)
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 5:24 pm
Dakota didn't get as much canned goods, opting this time to kick Dwight's a** out of his kitchen.
"Stay out dude!" Plus some other moon hunters because peeps, get out of his goddamn kitchen.
Another elaborate plate was built...this time in the shape of a house...
Defending his boobs and house here.
Round 2: 8-2 = 6 + 2 = 8
Total: 8 + 8 = 16
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 3 10-sided dice:
4, 9, 8
Total: 21 (3-30)
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 5:26 pm
The final dish was dessert and he just threw it together....
No elbarote scuplture this time around. Spam can only go so far man. And Whip cream and other canned sweets made it hard to do much else either.
He ended up with this soupy creamy thing with some canned fruit floating around.
Round 3: 9 - 8 = 1 + 4 = 5
Total: 21 (4 Dishes)
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Seussi rolled 3 10-sided dice:
5, 6, 7
Total: 18 (3-30)
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 8:44 pm
Finn followed suit with the other, much more experienced Moon's, knowing full well that some might resent him for applying when only being a mere trainee, but not giving the slightest damn about it. He was here to learn, and to possibly get higher pay as well. Really, what did he have to lose by trying?
Their little group made it's way into the towns, which was somewhat surprising to Finn, who had assumed that interviews would have taken place in a much more professional environment. When they approached a restaurant...well, his eyebrows only rose further. What the hell was going on here?
Apparently, Master Chef, Deus Blackout Edition, was what was happening.
He absolutely had no idea what this all could have had to do with being a moon hunter, but if all he had to do was prove he had some kind of skills when it came to cooking to get the position...well, fine by him.
Grabbing a few cans of spam, Finn got to work. It was slow going, especially just attempting to open up the damn cans, with only one usable hand to work with. It made it even harder, when others were attempting to sabotage him, and all he could do was grab for a spatula to do some whacking with in hopes of defending his station against them. All in all, the first 20 minutes or so...wasn't very productive. Finn had been living on his own for several years and had definitely learned to cook for himself in that time, but never with spam or any type of canned food at all for that matter.
Oh well. He shrugged it off and kept going, because time was ticking down rather fast.
Round 1: 5 + (6-7) = 4
Total: 4
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Seussi rolled 3 10-sided dice:
8, 1, 5
Total: 14 (3-30)
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 8:50 pm
The food itself was coming along nicely. Finn's attempts at keeping certain hunters at bay, however, was not so stellar. His station was getting attacked repeatedly, making it more and more difficult to cook as his supplies began to dwindle down to only a bare few. Really? Gonna pick on the guy with his cast in an arm? Inwardly he was seething, though he knew it was just part of the competition as a whole.
He stared at what he had accomplished so far with an almost palpable sense of disgust. He wondered if he could serve up his irritation on a platter for the Moon lead to eat instead of the crap he was making right now.
Round 2: 8 + (1- 5) = 4
Total: 4 + 4 = 8
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AyeAvast rolled 3 10-sided dice:
2, 6, 9
Total: 17 (3-30)
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 8:56 pm
Having expected a formal interview (not that Abbi had ever participated in one, not one meant to improve her status since obviously interviews with therapists didn't count), the teen was terribly confused and surprised when instead she was lead through the towns to... A really huge kitchen. Woooooooow.
Totally awed by the surroundings, as well as that guy in the crazy pink suit, Abbi just kind of stood there for a really long time. Finally she caught on to the fact that she was supposed to be cooking. For a total of three seconds she was pleased that this would be easier to handle than an actual interview and would not be some rigorous, dangerous thing like her unfortunate trip to the Sahara had been.
But those three seconds passed quickly and Abbi stared at the pile of spam.
She couldn't cook... She could only cook on Cooking Mama and that was a game and........ Wait a minute...
This could be just like Cooking Mama oh gosshhhh Abbi would totally win
Frantic in her flailing (and still hobbling ever so slightly from her injury) Abbi grabbed two measly cans of Spam and limped over to her station, only to realize she had only grabbed two cans that was so little.
Not sure what to do, the teen decided that Spam and noddles was totally awesome. To make it better she tossed a can of pinto beans in there.
Just as the noodles began to boil a particularly fast Moon Hunter sauntered over to bother the teen, who felt it appropriate it pick up a frying pan and swing it at her attacker.
Too bad she missed... Were there flames in her imaginary Cooking Mama's eyes?
Round 1: 2+ (9-6)= -1
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Seussi rolled 3 10-sided dice:
10, 1, 6
Total: 17 (3-30)
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 8:58 pm
He was getting into the swing of things, now, as well as getting some respite from the dude in the pink suit that kept coming over to create havoc on everything he had accomplished thus far. Getting his plates ready still took a lot of time, however, but Finn was a perfectionist that would not go out of this competition looking a fool. The two (and a half?) dishes he had would look ******** spectacular when he was finished.
Or they might, if he didn't suddenly get assaulted with only a few minutes left to spare, right when he wasn't expecting it!
Again, using one hand to do this nonsense was ridiculous, and Finn was barely able to save what he had accomplished before the timer went off, indicating that he was to present his two (and a half >_>) dishes to the judges.
He hoped they enjoyed spaghetti and spam balls. As well as spam and canned pineapple fried rice.
Delicious.
Finn had to try really hard to keep a straight face and not wrinkle his nose up at his own concoctions.
Round 3: 10 + (1-6) = 5
Total: 8 + 5 = 13
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AyeAvast rolled 3 10-sided dice:
5, 8, 8
Total: 21 (3-30)
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 9:26 pm
Abbi may or may not have just kept the frying pan in her grasp to fend off other attackers.
And by maybe, she meant she totally had kept it.
Since she had only grabbed two cans of Spam, she was forced to cut one in half to make three dishes. Not all really sure what to do, Abbi decided that maybe just making a fancy looking array of canned fruit and Spam slices was a really good idea.
Given how often the pink suited man seemed to want to come over and poke her supplies around, and how often she was able to swing the frying pan at him, that was really all she had time to do...
Round 2: 5+ (8-8 )= 5
Total: 5+ -1= 4
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