WHOSE CUISINE REIGNS SUPREME? [OPEN]

[tidesnpc]

Characters: Cooks, judges, spectators, and of course the MC
Content: WHO WILL BE THE NEXT LIGHTNING CHEF REIAL?
Setting: A field just outside of town, scattered with pavilions.
Time: Around mid-morning
Notes: As was mentioned in the OOC post here, each cook and assistant team will have a thread for food preparation. If your assistant is ICly

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INTRODUCTION AND JUDGES THREAD

[fangofjustice]

[OOC: It's a VA joke.]

Leo, dressed in his white uniform sans cape, headed out to the front of the 'stage'. The microphone was handed off to him despite the fact that he likely did not need it, due to the natural volume of his voice. In his other hand, he already carried a set of small, white cue-cards.

"Thank you!" he replied proudly, though it was mostly drowned out by the crowd's applause. He waited for them to settle down before continuing. "Good morning, everyone! It is my pleasure to be your MC, and to witness with all of you what is sure to be one of the greatest cooking contests in all of Reial!"

The man was surprisingly enthusiastic about this. What could he say? He liked these sorts of competitions.

"But! Let us not waste any time. Allow me to introduce our panel of judges!"

INTRODUCTIONS

[fangofjustice]

He introduced them one by one, pausing after each to give the audience time to applaud.

"Our first judge for today is the daughter of the esteemed Celadon family from Colvus. While currently working as a strategist aboard the Serenity, she is also both a teacher and the owner of her own perfume shop. However, you may know her as one of the eight leaders of the Vohemar League. It is an honor to have her with us tonight; everyone, please welcome Erika Celadon!"

"Next, joining us on behalf of the Bernadelli Insurance Society is one of their claims agents -" Leo paused to give the cooks a warning look, as if to say please do not burn down the kitchen while she is here "- currently stationed as the records keeper of the Amestris. A woman with a special place in her heart for tea and sweets; please give a warm welcome to Millie Thompson!"

"Joining us as the youngest judge on our panel tonight... she is a former student from Melior, currently working as a Navigator on the Convoy. It is my pleasure to introduce: Serah Farron!"A man of

Re: INTRODUCTION AND JUDGES THREAD

[sockcapsoldier]

Link shot the man a look back. One that seemed to say, I've yet to do anything bad, in front of you.

But besides that, Link was all smiles, albeit, he was playing with the tip of his sock cap a bit. Till he figured he might as well ask a question, if only to rile Leo up a bit.

"So MC! Who are you rooting for? And why so much white?"

/assumes this is the judge thread

[petaldancing]

Oh, this was exciting, indeed. Erika face was nothing but a smile, as she sits in her seat at the table of judges.

Interesting panel she is with, and some.....special contestants in this contest. Hopefully, they will have great food.

As for her Vileplume, she is hidden backstage, probably sleeping and out of the way from any of the working crew.

CHEF: WATANUKI, ASSISTANT: ???

[fangofjustice]

"First, from the Amestris, we have chef Kimihiro Watanuki!" He turned to the competitor, microphone ready. "Chef Watanuki, do you have an assistant ready?"

[flailingbento]

"...Uh."

Watanuki had spent days in preparation for this. He'd researched obscure ingredients and practiced delicate cooking techniques until he could do them in his sleep; he'd analyzed countless reports of competitions and contestants past; he'd carefully washed and pressed his chef's whites and toque and polished all his knives; and in all of this, he'd managed not to realize that an assistant was not optional.

He stared at the MC, blinking in confusion, the pit of his stomach dropping as his mind tried to work its way around this calamity. The seeds of panic began to take root in his mind. "Assistant?" he asked, his voice coming out slightly higher than he intended it to.

[fangofjustice]

"Yes. Every cook is granted one assistant for the contest. ... I take it, then, that you have not?"

He paused, reading Watanuki's reaction as a definite 'no'.

"Not a problem! We will just have to pick an assistant for you, instead." Leo turned slightly towards the audience, to explain what was going to happen now. "At the start of this contest, numbered tickets were distributed to everyone who arrived to watch the contest. I will be drawing a number from a hat to choose your assistant."

There was a pause. Hmm, apparently the volunteer with the hat hadn't gotten the message. He cleared his throat once, and then called towards the contest volunteers, "Bring the hat over here!"

Taking the cue, a contest volunteer hurried over with a large, fancy hat filled with scraps of paper. Leo reached in and mixed them around a bit with his hand before drawing out one of the slips.

"Will the person holding ticket number... 6-6-6 please step forward?"

Now that a troubling number.

*SNERKDIES* Okay, that was /bad/. XDDD ...ilu ~<3

[destnys_overr8d]

Hellboy had come to the contest mostly because . . . well, he was bored. And kinda hungry, but mostly bored. The festival was nice and all, but really there was only so much to be seen in general. He wasn't a big shopper, and while he'd finally been technically hired onto a ship, he'd not gotten his first pay yet, so money was still tight. But hey . . . free food, right? Once the contest was over anyway. And it was bound to be good. If...exotic.

Hey, either way, he wasn't gonna complain.

The massive demi-human had accepted his little slip of paper stoically and stuffed it in a pocket without even bothering to look at it. Now, he glanced around as murmurs passed through the crowd around him. Either no one had that number, or no one wanted to own up to it. Not that he blamed them. Out of idle curiosity - and knowing his luck - he fished the crumpled slip from his pocket and looked at it.

Turned it over.

Nope, it was pretty clear which way was "up."

Glowing yellow eyes rolled and those closest to him would hear a soft

CHEF: YOKO, ASSISTANT: ???

[fangofjustice]

"Next up, from the Serenity, is chef Yoko!" Again, he turned to the competitor, microphone ready. "Chef Yoko, do you have an assistant ready?"

[lonely_youkai]

“…An assistant…?” Oh. Dear. “N-no…? I wasn’t aware that I needed one.” Turning towards the judges’ table, she gave a polite bow of apology before turning towards the MC and doing the same.

“Would it be possible if I participated without one?”

[OOC: Yoko’s Assistant is Sam. Pulled out of the audience by the MC?]

[fangofjustice]

"Yes, apparently we did not make that quite clear to all the participants," he remarked softly, noting how many did not seem to prepare one ahead of time. "Not to worry, however. We have a solution!"

Leo turned to the contest volunteers and called, "Bring the hat back out here!"

One of the volunteers hurried over, carrying a large, fancy hat full of slips of paper. Each one had a number on it, which corresponded to ticket numbers distributed to every member of the audience. Leo reached in and rummaged around...

He pulled one out. "Will the person holding ticket number 6-1-6 please step forward?"

Hahaha can't use 666 on him

[son_of_time]

Sam had come to watch in the hopes of snagging some of the food for himself. Free food was good, and it was likely that the people here were fairly decent at it.

Oh, hey the kitsune was here. This looked to be interesting, until he heard the number called out. It couldn't be... yes it was. He walked down still wearing his devil beanie and showed his ticket.

This wasn't going to go well, he had spent way too much time with his head in a book then learning about more practical things, like cooking. Why bother when you could just eat out?

"Hey, again."

CHEF: FLYNN, ASSISTANT: ???

[fangofjustice]

"Next, also from the Amestris, is..." He hesitated. Leo had thought it was a mistake when he had first seen the cue cards, but apparently not. "... heaven help us all. Chef Flynn Scifo! Chef Scifo, do you have an assistant ready?"

[dragon_radiance]

Flynn didn't seem to notice Leo's hesitation, or hear the mumbled words of dismay. In fact, he was smiling and waving to the crowd, hoping to see Estelle in there somewhere. He was decked out in chef whites and everything, looking all the part the well kept competitor.

Until the word 'assistant' was said. Wait, what?

"Ah.... well, you see..."

[fangofjustice]

That wasn't too surprising. Actually, he would have been more surprised if Flynn had managed to talk someone into assisting his disaster.

"Well, then!" He signaled to one of the volunteers in running the contest. "Bring the hat!"

They brought over a large and quite fancy hat, filled to the brim with little scraps of paper. Each one had a number on it, which corresponded to ticket numbers distributed to every member of the audience. Leo reached into the hat, shuffled around a bit, and pulled out one of the slips.

Well, there was a lucky number if he ever saw one.

"Will the person holding ticket number 0-1-3 please step forward?"

CHEF: FLYNN SCIFO, ASSISTANT: HIJIKATA TOSHIROU (god help us all)

[mayovice]

...there really wasn't a real reason why Hijikata was even in here in the first place - he would say it was because he was off duty, he had nothing to do and happened to notice that Scifo was in there... and Scifo was someone he did respect quite a fair bit, so the boatswain figured that it wasn't anything bad if he went in to see (and quietly support) his old childhood friend.

Although really, as he glanced down to his ticket to notice the number zero-one-three printed onto it, the samurai started having second thoughts about this whole thing. In other circumstances he would have kept silent, but this was Scifo he was talking about now, so...

Somewhat reluctantly, the dark-haired man sighed and dropped his cigarette, snubbing it out with the heel of his boot before he stepped forward towards Leo and flashed his ticket. "Here."

CHEF: HIKARI, ASSISTANT: ???

[fangofjustice]

"After that, we have from the Convoy: chef Hikari Glie!" He smiled a bit at that one, and turned to her, microphone ready. "Chef Glie, do you have an assistant ready?"

Re: CHEF: HIKARI, ASSISTANT: ???

[why_halo_there]

Hikari beamed back at him, and said, "Yessir, Mr. de Alkirk! My assistant's Paula Polestar!"

After a moment, she quickly added, "...also from the Convoy."

Re: CHEF: HIKARI, ASSISTANT: ???

[miraclehymn]

And there was a Paula, ready and waiting with her frying pan at her side. She gave a slight bow of greeting to both Leo and the judges.

"Let's do our best!" She said to Hikari, smiling brightly.

Re: CHEF: HIKARI, ASSISTANT: PAULA

[fangofjustice]

Finally, a team that planned ahead. "Outstanding! And I am certain the two of you will make a fine team in this competition!" He gave them an approving smile.

But there was no time to dawdle here. "Good luck to the both of you, and remember to wait for the start signal before you begin!" With that, he hurried off to set up the remaining competitors.