EXTREME IRON CHEF

[loveablecoward]

[Who: (1) Host, (4) Judges, (8) Chefs.

When: August 20, 2011

Where: The kitchen

What: EXTREME Iron Chef Cook-off!

Why: EXTREEEEEEEEEEME]

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Insert EXTREME opening theme here { Find your station and your partner! and a Message from your Famboyant Host}
Cook-off! { 90:00, 60:00, 30:00, 05:00

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Insert EXTREME opening theme here

[loveablecoward]

[Welcome to the KITCHEN. There are four work-stations with a sign identifying the station and those working in it.

STATIONIRON CHEF SOUS CHEF
1 Chuck Alex
2Courage Deadpool
3 Sanji Pinkie Pie
4 Fred Sakuya

Your judges are already sitting at a table overlooking the entire kitchen and next to them is your flamboyant host who will inform you of what you'll be doing today and what the rules are.]

Find your station and your partner!

[loveablecoward]

[No really. You should.]

Fred

[_fredless]

[Fred's just come down to the kitchen to collect a few things. Since moving into the tower, she's taken to cooking there. But some time ago she'd left a recipe box downstairs, something she'd only recently missed.

Of course, somewhere during this entire process, her footsteps still]

...why's my name on that table?

[Actually, she's got a lot of 'whys' attached to this entire situation]

[loveablecoward]

[A very shaved Courage has been in the kitchen for a while. He looks up at her question and shrugs. His name's on there too for some reason he doesn't get either.]

[lord_wizard]

[Speaking of flamboyant hosts, here is Felix. He doesn't seem nearly as confused as the rest of you about what is going in here, and his usual colorful attire seems to have gained some sequins overnight. Just go with it. He is.]

Ladies, gentlemen, and sentient animals of Paradisa!

Long has the kitchen been our common ground, our meeting place and platform of culinary discovery. Today, however, it shall be a battle ground. I welcome you all to Paradisa's first ever Iron Chef, an epic contest of skill and creativity where we will prove just who is the greatest, most innovative chef in all the castle!

Listen up, chefs! Yes, you. The rules are simple. You have exactly ninety minutes to prepare your dishes, all of which much showcase the theme ingredient. At the end of that hour, assuming the kitchen is still intact, your dishes will be judged by our panel of brave judges. Please try not to poison the panelists, chefs, that will lose you points.

And what is our theme ingredient today?

[He taps one of the kitchen cabinets with his fist

[is0latedthinker]

[And Alan's seated right next to her, looking a little concerned. He has no idea how he became a judge, nor who any, save two, of the competitors are.

So of course Alan's a little worried that the secret ingredient is alcohol - he doesn't drink much, himself, not to mention there's a young girl as one of the judges.] I don't think that would be a good idea.

[tomatoandbasil]

[Looking at her other two judges and hrmphing a bit. There's a notepad open by her, scribbling in it as she watches them.]

Alcohol should be harmless if cooked hot enough, leaving only the taste behind, but I agree it's an odd choice. Did they not check first?

COOK-OFF

[loveablecoward]

90:00

[loveablecoward]

[IT'S BEGUN.

Remember, you have 90 MINUTES to complete four courses with four plates of each, alcohol (graciously provided by one Tony Stark) needs to be incorporated in all, and ANYTHING and EVERYTHING is fair game. Except trying to kill off your competition. That's just terrible.]

90:00

[_fredless]

[There's still more unexplained than explained about this whole scenario. And really, after the last few weeks, a cook off is the last thing Fred needs to be doing with her time. So why are her feet currently closing the distance between herself and the 'secret ingredient' as fast as she can manage?]

[knifestorm]

[so enthusiastic, pardnah?

Over at "their" workstation, Sakuya blinks, and...starts looking through cabinets leisurely, not caring one bit that they're on a schedule here]