Post by Vitsheep on Apr 5, 2020 22:22:03 GMT -5
Floyd
Larua immediately opens the tub, grabs some with her finger, and gives it a try. "Hm. Hm? Mmmm... The flavor's good, but where's the HEAT? You see me sweating? Not a drop. Chili's all about the heat, and your heat is WEAK, Floyd." Despite her protests she grabs a spoon nearby and goes to work eating half of it on the spot.
Karl
You lose a lot of your preparation time getting your ass kicked by a raccoon, who proceeds to steal and run off with the majority of your poptarts.
Everyone at the Park
The competition goes into full swing, with everyone except probably Karl doing their best work. Raine and Freya seem to be going at it with some serious intensity, to the point Raine hip checks Freya while she's walking by. Freya laughs it off, then later retaliates by knocking her ladle into her pot. Avel chops his vegetables to the rhythm. Grant seems to be struggling trying to figure things out.
While they're cooking, Sachi judges the other group. He seems satisfied tasting most people's entries. He gets to Laura and his smile fades. He puts his spoon in the pot and it makes an evil hiss. He takes a small nibble and nearly drops the spoon as he groans in pain. "Jeebuh cuh aura eye ou ou is?"
"Huh?"
Sachi chugs an entire water bottle, then half another before he responds. "Why?" he asks quietly.
"Wow, didn't realize the judge was such a wuss..." Laura mutters quietly and sarcastically. "Next time I'll make sure to water it down, wussy..." She takes a big spoon and starts spitefully eating her own chili.
Sachi takes another bite, then groans in pain. "It's still good, though..."
After Sachi finishes with that, the first few entrants are finishing their own chili. He repeats the process for that group, still satisfied with most people's entries. He very obviously forces himself to keep a straight face with Grant's entry, and gags after trying Karl's. "Ah, that's, uh... Hm."
With the judging done, Sachi is ready to announce the winners.
"First, the pre-made group. In first place... Zack!"
"Yes! Suck it, Lance!"
"Speaking of Lance, he's second place."
"Alright, I'll take 2nd," he says.
"And in third place... Floyd!" Sachi pins medals to each of the winners' pots, then moves over to the other side.
"And for our live cookers... in the opposite order! Third place, Avel!"
"Rock on, brother!" He throws up a pair of devil horns.
"In second place, Freya!"
Freya jumps up and down pumping her fists. "YES! I TOLD YOU, RAINE!"
"And our winner... Leia! And with that... it's time for lunch!"
Nachos, crackers, bowls, napkins, spoons... The crowd flocks to waiting tables to grab what they need, then start wandering around and trying out the chili. The top winners - and Laura - all get a lot of attention and soon run out.
Larua immediately opens the tub, grabs some with her finger, and gives it a try. "Hm. Hm? Mmmm... The flavor's good, but where's the HEAT? You see me sweating? Not a drop. Chili's all about the heat, and your heat is WEAK, Floyd." Despite her protests she grabs a spoon nearby and goes to work eating half of it on the spot.
Karl
You lose a lot of your preparation time getting your ass kicked by a raccoon, who proceeds to steal and run off with the majority of your poptarts.
Everyone at the Park
The competition goes into full swing, with everyone except probably Karl doing their best work. Raine and Freya seem to be going at it with some serious intensity, to the point Raine hip checks Freya while she's walking by. Freya laughs it off, then later retaliates by knocking her ladle into her pot. Avel chops his vegetables to the rhythm. Grant seems to be struggling trying to figure things out.
While they're cooking, Sachi judges the other group. He seems satisfied tasting most people's entries. He gets to Laura and his smile fades. He puts his spoon in the pot and it makes an evil hiss. He takes a small nibble and nearly drops the spoon as he groans in pain. "Jeebuh cuh aura eye ou ou is?"
"Huh?"
Sachi chugs an entire water bottle, then half another before he responds. "Why?" he asks quietly.
"Wow, didn't realize the judge was such a wuss..." Laura mutters quietly and sarcastically. "Next time I'll make sure to water it down, wussy..." She takes a big spoon and starts spitefully eating her own chili.
Sachi takes another bite, then groans in pain. "It's still good, though..."
After Sachi finishes with that, the first few entrants are finishing their own chili. He repeats the process for that group, still satisfied with most people's entries. He very obviously forces himself to keep a straight face with Grant's entry, and gags after trying Karl's. "Ah, that's, uh... Hm."
With the judging done, Sachi is ready to announce the winners.
"First, the pre-made group. In first place... Zack!"
"Yes! Suck it, Lance!"
"Speaking of Lance, he's second place."
"Alright, I'll take 2nd," he says.
"And in third place... Floyd!" Sachi pins medals to each of the winners' pots, then moves over to the other side.
"And for our live cookers... in the opposite order! Third place, Avel!"
"Rock on, brother!" He throws up a pair of devil horns.
"In second place, Freya!"
Freya jumps up and down pumping her fists. "YES! I TOLD YOU, RAINE!"
"And our winner... Leia! And with that... it's time for lunch!"
Nachos, crackers, bowls, napkins, spoons... The crowd flocks to waiting tables to grab what they need, then start wandering around and trying out the chili. The top winners - and Laura - all get a lot of attention and soon run out.
