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.]

[_fredless]

[Fred looks down at the....wait, what?]

You don't know either? That's not exactly promising....

[knifestorm]

You're Fred? I thought that was a male name.

[not to mention all the other stuff off with this, but she's...going to roll with it.

\yeahhh/]

[_fredless]

It's Winifred, but nobody ever calls me that?

[This is all a bit distracted, mind you, what with...everything else. It seems to occur to Fred she's having an actual conversation]

...I'm sorry. What about you. What's your name?

[knifestorm]

Sakuya. [she points to where her name is displayed] No idea what this all is supposed to be, I'm afraid.

[_fredless]

[That earns a small smile]

Me either? I guess we'll just have to figure it out together.

Sanji

[flambage]

[A cook off. Sanji almost feels bad for the other participants, but those names on the list? Pfft, those are all men, or dogs, or both.

Yeah, he's fine.

...But that name assigned to be his sous chef seems so familiar...]

[mouthiness]

[WHO DA WHAT NOW]

How come I'm not the chef? And who is Courage and why is this happening?
[SO MANY QUESTIONS]

[loveablecoward]

[This is Courage yelping. Then trying to disappear into a pot.]

[mouthiness]

[Oh he heard you there little dog.]

Well, I guess I can give you an A for effort? No wait no I can't that was a little sad. Come here, dog.

[loveablecoward]

[He sloooowly clambers out of the pot, looking for all the world like he's three seconds from being turned into dinner himself. IT'S NOT HIS FAULT, HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON, PLEASE DON'T EAT HIM...!]

[mouthiness]

[Kneels down so he's not SO epically tall. Except that's impossible because he's 6'3 but whatever]

You... You're very pink.
[POKES]

You know what's going on here?

[loveablecoward]

[He's not the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Pokes do not elicit giggles. Just squeaks of terror.]

No! Uh-uh!