Meowselsworth's Prisoner Deathmatch Extravaganza! (Inactive)

Game Master Meowselsworth

"Oh." Finwa nibbled her bottom lip at the thoughts Bryn's words brought to her mind.

She shook off her bad thoughts then her eyes seemed to blank out as she did a quick mental evaluation of the current challenge. There was no reason to let oneself blank out for fear but your mind could send ideas to keep going. It took a few moments until finally they opened and she smiled a large, carnivorous grin. She looked up at Bryn and smiled again as he put his hand on her shoulder.

The little lady tugged on his sleeve so she could whisper in his ear. She tilted her head to watch his face to see how he liked her idea, one ear down and the other up in a comical show of how excited and anxious she was.

Aaron presses his lips together at the mention of a cooking challenge, clearly not excited. Several scathing remarks come to mind regarding the inclusion of a cooking challenge in a deathmatch but he quashes him. That's what they want, a nice soundbite of the convicted war criminal bickering about cooking or preening over his favorite recipe to make him look ridiculous in the public eye even if he did earn a pardon... he wouldn't give it to them and ratings be damned.

Instead, he walks up to the laser kiosk and speaks quietly to the cannoneer, jotting a few things down as he submits his list of requested supplies to make sure he gets exactly what he asks for.

"You know, we don't have to stop at only frying Ice Cream. Why, I remember a wonderful state fair where they fried just about anything you could imagine. I did have to prune several patrons at the fair for being both slow walkers and loud talkers, but they had fried butter cubes, fried Dr. Pepper, fried Oreos, fried Snickers, fried...."

Ms. Kevorkia winks at the flea bitten carnival barker as she runs down the list of sponsors that had their food fried at that particular state fair.

"Ooooh! Cooking! I can make shepherd's pie!" Alina exclaims breathlessly, bustling over to collect her ingredients.

Bryn's serious face breaks into a smile; "That's a good idea, interesting and unique like yourself."

He looks down to the small Finwa and then majestically strides to multi-level counter-top arrangement, sliding the counters out and he dances and spins. Depressing a panel results in pop-up draws and cabinets flying out, one he pushes with rather too much vigor ends up with a strangely curved knife taking flight. Bryn catches it, with a pirouette and sticks in nto a chopping board. Mademoiselle Finwa would you care to start chopping whilst I get the ingredients."

At the Laser Cannon Kiosk Bryn gets a box of ingredients after quickly ordering it. He looks down to Alina; "Shepherd's pie?! Nice, made with real shepherd's?" he jokes knowing her retort with be acerbic.

As he walks back to the cookery station, there he unpacks for Finwa & his meals. "A course each?" He unpacks a large tentacled creature and holding it up to his mouth. "I am the Great Cthulhu!" he announces with a wink to Murder Monk. "Rawr."

Finwa is ecstatic that Bryn found her idea interesting and smiled while she gave him a gracious little bow for the compliment and choosing to do this with her.

She follows him and dances around the tables he sets up, humming lightly while trying her best to keep close to using the same basic foot and dance steps he was using so that they were at least somewhat coordinated. As he sticks the knife into the chopping block she takes it out and grins, "Chopping I am rather good at." The little woman says to the previous melody of the humming she had been doing.

Finwa immediately starts to cut, chop and work on the ingredients, "Two courses because of it being two contestants. Or should we up that?" She winks at him then laughs as he plays about with the tentacled beast pretending to be Cthulu. She almost falls over from the laughing then risks a glance at Murder Monk.

Showing that Black metallers have to have a sense of humour, Brynjård them puts the squid on a block for Finwa. "Yep, we'll do at least two courses see how much time we have. Calamari and Peach Ice cream. The syrupy sweetness should work perfectly with a hint of salt to cut through it."

Alexander returns from what was presumably the real bathroom, carrying what would appear to be a fully-grown cow over his shoulder.

"Out of my way, it's time to show you how real men cook!" he says, tossing the the large carcass onto the pile of ruined instruments. He of course, offers no explanation as to where he procured the domesticated animal. "Usually they take the skin and stuff off these things, but real men eat everything on them!"

With that, he pops his knuckles, sending out a shower of sparks that causes the heap to burst into flames.

"It'll be ready whenever the hell I say it is!"

"Okay!" Mattie smiles, rubbing her hands together. "Cooking? I love cooking. It's just like Chemistry. Which is one of my favorite things!" Of course, unlike Chemistry, the object is not to make things explode... which perhaps...

The girl jots a few things down on a pad of paper idly, considering what she'll need. No, it won't turn out just like last time! Not at all. Wouldn't do at all! Sure, her mother always said she made a terrible cook, but, mother happens to be in an insane asylum somewhere now anyhow, so what does SHE know?

"I know JUST what to do this time. I'm going to whip up a batch of my famous deviled eggs!"

Finwa begins chopping up the suction cupped creature while making it into a sound somewhat like a drum in the tune of one of Brynjård Silenøz's slower rock songs then swishes it off the cutting board into a bowl for Bryn as she gets ready to cut up anything else that is needed. She is happy enough working sous chef to the rocker's head chef.

Putting on a large pan of salted-water with a drizzle of oil, for the pilaf side. Whilst the main was to be Red Wine Braised Octopus, Hilopites, Smoked Marrow and Fennel Fronds; a flavourful meal. Thus he gets to boiling the prepared octopus; "Thank you Ms. Finwa that's perfect, you even left the suckers on for the main. Whilst it's been diced perfectly for the ice-cream. Where did you learn to handle a knife like that?"

Bryn's softly kneads the dough for the pasta, with skilful precision. He looks to the rest of the contestants - "So whom shall be the next leader? Duke Leto? Leonian? Charlene?"

"The Duke does have the experience to be a team leader. Running a desert planet while under the threat of assassination seems a good resume to me. And hopefully he'll provide us with some spice for the cooking competition"

She steps over to take over the pilaf, knowing it takes a lot of time and stirring for this part of the meal and starts working on it, "You're welcome, Mr. Silenøz." She grinned, a somewhat predatory, cute evil grin that only a cat or dog could pull off easily without seeming too dangerous, "My science is in the studies of the flesh and what sounds do to such. There have been many carcasses for dissection throughout my career and a lot of music and studies used to test hypothesis."

Finwa glanced at the camera with a wink and told it how sound does act on systems, using such music as soft pop all the way through country and black metallica. She did not go into great detail but did give a sound basis while stirring the pilaf and making it look like fun to do so.

She considered asking Leoian Mousekewitz what he had meant earlier about knowing how to determine who the robots were but left it for him to discuss with someone else. The more she and Brynjård could keep the attention on them and others for cooking would give him and Wowbanger a better way of searching for robots. If they weren't robots themselves. Then again, she did not think Leoian was but Wowbanger she wasn't sure.

Her eyes turned to Ms. Kevorkia and a brow rose, "I would assume so!"

"Mr. Wowbagger, I'm rather surprised you fell for the rather blatant and obvious attempt by one killer robot to contact the others. Not that I can vouch for Murder Monk's authenticity, but perhaps you should use other criteria for voting on Team Loser than self-proclaimed abilities."

Charlene retrieves her iPad again and taps away at it for a bit. "It, uh, has been my experience that there are those who can do and those who can get things done. I happen to be one of the latter. While the rest of you get yourselves rather fishy-smelling, the chefs from the Four Seasons will soon be here to prepare a dinner for us - and any of the audience members - who wish to partake of tuna sashimi, tomato-watermelon gazpacho, chili-glazed lamb chops with papaya salad, filet of bison with perigord black truffles, and Earl Grey Pot de Crème, with appropriate beverages and wines. Ms. Von Meowselsworth, they should be arriving at the heliport at any second."

She taps a bit more. "In reviewing the prior round, I see only Mr. Gorski has qualified for the rewards I promised. This is quite disappointing, but given the, er, decision-making capacity of the participants, not surprising. Mr. Gorski, I do like your general attitude and willingness to work hard. I will again vote for you for Team Leader, in accordance with our agreement. Remember, people, the offer is still open. In fact, I will allow a vote for either myself or Mr. Gorski as Team Leader to qualify for the tickets and/or concerts, always with the proviso that I survive."

She watches The Hollow float around aimlessly for a bit. "I hope you are pleased at the guidance and direction your duly elected Team Leader is providing. As far as Team Loser, random chance seems as good as any. My apologies, Ms. Finwa." 1d16 ⇒ 7

Charlene votes for Eldon Gorski for Team Leader.
Charlene votes for Finwa for Team Loser.
Charlene watches Leoian Mousekewitz.

Finwa stops her cooking for a moment after the comment about her being chosen team loser and watches Charlene with a jaundiced eye, "What are you doing with that thing? Rolling dice?"

She taps the spoon on the pot then gets back to her stirring, "While you are at your little toy making meal arrangements you might want to see if you can download a program that will show you whom the robots are."

"That's management for you!" he says with a shake of his head.

Turning to Finwa he holds a spoon of liquid; "Try this." In the back of his mind rolls the phrase 'studies of the flesh'; intriguing and yet shocking. "So you have a great taste, both in music and food."

"Believe me, Ms. Finwa, I have tried. Somebody, er... seems to have certain communications access blocked." She glances up at Mittens. "Almost as if they didn't want us to know who the killer robots are. Imagine! But I wouldn't fret. Once Mr. Mousekewitz deigns to tell us his 'findings' - or perhaps his fictions - I'm certain votes will change. Mine doubtless will."

I have removed this post for my own safety.

Charlene regards Finwa over the tops of her glasses. "Well now, it's easy enough to change votes, Ms. Finwa. Something always comes up. Besides, a simple vote for me for Team Leader will guarantee I do not vote for you for Team Loser. As an act of good will, I'll change mine first. Randomly."

1d16 ⇒ 6

Charlene votes for Eldon Gorski for Team Leader.
Charlene votes for Duke Leto for Team Loser.
Charlene watches Leoian Mousekewitz.

"I'm sorry to disappoint Mr. Wowbagger, though it may condemn me, I won't lie to raise suspicion of another, I was not able to find a robot. I was able to gather some information though."

"Ms. Oftenseen, I'm glad to see you've changed your vote, I'm quite certain Finwa's flesh and blood, and I agree with her that randomly pointing a finger is not a good way to determine who is a robot; a random accusation nearly got me killed last round. You're familiar with show business so I'm certain you know the ratings would be terrible if our foes were easy to find, I'm sure they've stacked the odds against us. I have my suspicions of Mr. Wowbagger, he seems all together too eager to have someone killed, that doesn't necessarily make him a robot, but the more of us that are killed the better off the robots are." He sighs and shakes his head "I'm sorry I was not of more help, my investigating found only another prisoner."

Leoian moves over to the kiosk to gather some ingredients then looks towards Hamish acting very strangely ". Once again, I think Finwa would make a fine leader, I suggest watching everyone carefully, when a robot slips up we'll need to be sure to catch it." He considers the ingredients for a while "Cooking's not really my thing though, the only dish I know how to make is a rabbit stew my momma taught me." He collects what he needs and starts making his stew.

Leoian votes Finwa for Team Leader
Leoian holds his vote for Team Loser

Finwa takes a taste of the liquid, daintily testing it's flavour and nodded, "I try. Oh yes, exquisite. Hmm. That gives me an idea. White truffle sauce spritz once it is done. I think it might add a bit of tenor to the dish."

She smirks at Charlene as she gives her idea for team leader vote. Her eyes turn to Bryn to see what he might think of this offer then back to Charlene, "You are quite the business woman, Ms. Oftenseen; however, I am not one to make decisions without seeing the original contract. That will have to wait though as we decided to be more mundane in our cooking part of the contest. We will need to truly talk business later. I have some ideas for you if we survive this."

The whole time she continued to stir the risoto when it needed it as well as do more chopping for what they required such as garlic, shallots, fresh bay leaves and such. She glanced up at Leoian as he spoke, another blush hiding under her fur from the praise and almost making her forget to stir the risoto, "I ... thanks. And rabbit stew sounds good."

Of course, 'deviled eggs' turn out to be more like 'hand grenades' as Mattie returns from her cooking excursion carrying a charred tray, with soot all over her face (except the spot where her goggles were obviously in place) and a set of slightly glowing (as if radioactive) eggs.

"Perfect! Just the right amount of rare Plutonian spice..." she nods, setting them on the table for anybody daring enough to try one. It seems that she must have eaten at least /one/ of them because a couple are missing. "As for my vote... I vote... Leoian! Because he's adorable. And... Just to shake things up, Ms. Kevorkia as team loser!"

Mattie votes Leoian as Team Leader
Mattie votes Ms. Kevorkia as Team Loser

"Uh, thanks boss for the vote again. Hope I do ya proud." Eldon keeps looking at the cow being cooked by Alexander. "I just don't get some people."

Not certain how to proceed, Eldon begins gathering ingredients of his own. Sugar, milk, salt, vanilla, bacon, gold lead. He starts frying up the bacon, and while that cooks mixing other ingredients together. While these work out, it seems obvious at least two of his works are different.

By the time he finishes, he has enough bacon and eggs ice cream for everyone in attendance, aside from two sundaes, modeled after a recipe he had read about, The Golden Opulence Sundae.

"Well, uh, the bacon and eggs stuff is pretty good, at least for the rest of ya." He brings one of the Golden Opulences to Charlene. "This one's for you boss. Figure you gotta eat better than the rest of 'em." He walks towards where Mittens sits. "This one's for you, if you got some way to get it. For the judging I guess."

Finally taking a seat to enjoy his own treat, he ponders the voting. "Well, the boss is obvious. Team Loser though? I dunno. I'm not too good with the dice games. Tried my luck in a casino before, didn't work out." Looking around the room, his eyes settle on Alexander Maxerson and his cow. "That's just wrong."

Eldon votes Charlene F. Oftenseen Team Leader
Eldon votes Alexander Maxerson Team Loser

Watching the cow burn on the instrument pile, Alexander merely grunts as he receives Eldon's vote.

"Heh. Say what you want, but a man's gotta eat. You sound all high and mighty with your scoops and cones, but in the real world you learn to make anything taste good."

Satisfied by an apparent change in the cow's state, he abruptly reaches forward and grabs it by the legs, before promptly swinging it over his head and onto a nearby preparation table with a heavy thud. The animal is barely recognizable in its current state, skin charred brown and still lit ablaze on a few spots. Procuring a canister of Himalayan salt, he dusts one side of the cow, patting the crystals onto its body evenly. Flipping it over, he does the same to the other side.

"But I'll give ya the benefit of the doubt. Anybody with the stones to pick on me must be a real man!"

Alexander Maxerson votes for Eldon Gorski for Team Leader

Having said his piece, one could hear Alexander continue to talk in a hoarse whisper, though to who is not immediately clear.

"But you, no, you're dead meat, you hear me? You can't be leader because you're dead! You hear me? YOU'RE DEAD MEAT!"

With that, he starts to tenderize the cow by punching it repeatedly. It smells delicious.

Alexander Maxerson votes for The Cow for Team Loser

"Truffle sauce? You have expensive tastes!" Bryn says his tone playful; "What about our puppeting friend Sebastian & Velval? How goes your preparations." Bryn pours the cream (both double & sour) into a ice-cream maker along with the calamari and cooked peaches; vanilla and lemon juice to taste.

"Leonian, thank you for those words...even if you are lying. You should be careful though as should others." Bryn reassures the man. Checking out around the room he tries to decide upon whom should be the next leader. "How would you like to be a leader?" he asks the petulant youth.

Vote for Team Leader: Mattie
Vote for Team Loser: WowbaggertIP

Off camera, Mittens is staring at Alexander Maxerson's prepared meal, commenting to one of her attendants (this one hired to be her grasping hands, and is therefore carrying part of Charlene F. Oftenseen's meal to deliver to the audience while following the little hostess with the mostess around. "That cow smells great! If I were a competitor, I know who I'd choose as the winner, screw PETA! Well, no, not screw 'em, they actually have helped in my contract negotiations before..."

"Deviled eggs, I think the spice I do have will work in the stead of paprika, if everyone is up to trying the spice, the results are somewhat unpredicatable."

Rekstahl raises an eyebrow at Ms. Kevorkia.

"I assure you, my recipes are for beings greater than ourselves. Only a few mortals are able to consume Soul Souffle with a side of dried Sanity in ID broth."

Looking at all the varied dishes, the chaotic priest seems very interested.

"Instead of making my own dish which would shred one of your feeble minds (thus allowing me to make the dish for the next contestant), I will sample yours and make suggestions for improvement before the final product is served."

Breathing hard after all the sampling and critique, Murder Monk turns towards the nearest camera. The wing folds down and seems almost to match his hooded cloak except for the gore.

"The choices are obvious. Expand your mind and you can see them clearly..." His twisted evil smile of sharp teeth fills the screen of a galaxy of vidstreams.

Murder Monk votes Mattie as Team Leader.
Murder Monk votes Charlene F. Oftenseen as Team Loser.
Murder Monk scanbots Hamish.
Murder Monk snitches Finwa & Byrnjard.
Murder Monk sneakbots Leonian Mousekewitz.
Murder Monk heisters Alexander Maxerson & Eldon Gorski.
Murder Monk killer robots Ms. Kevorkia.
Murder Monk hired muscles Mittens.

Wowbagger votes Leoian as Team Leader
Wowbagger votes Ms. Kevorkia as Team Loser

"Talk to me Leoian, you said you were helping me. Is it one of these intangible helps I can only feel in my soul?"

"See that's a good point you deific disciple. Though some things are new and raw, seasoning needs time to settle in." Bryn shakes a pan as it boils; "You're head-gear suggestion...." he just chuckles amused.

Aaron climbs into one of the private interview booths during the interminable wait for his special supplies to be delivered. "Look, I know the guy's probably just doing it for the ratings, playing up his role as a big game hunter with a fatal dose of testosterone poisoning... but I can't stand the fellow. His latest gimmick with the cow reminded me of the campaign on objective Rho-1261, the one where I was awarded those commendations for valor and distinguished service back before the military industrial complex orchestrated its disinformation campaign against me. The way that cow looked... did you ever- damnit! Of course you never saw it, they censored the footage from that war so hard that everyone back home thought it was a routine peacekeeping mission in the asteroid belts. Let me tell you, after a shootout in an agricultural dome... plasma cannons, flame throwers... livestock, men, women, children- they all looked like that damned cow!"
Aaron is silent for a moment, overcome with emotion. He's breathing heavily and tears begin to roll down his cheeks but he finally gets a handle on his memories.

Aaron votes Alexander Maxerson for team loser.

Some convenient lists.

Finally, the box of supplies he'd requested arrives. Neatly printed block lettering on the side of the box identifies it as

8970-00-149-1094
MEAL, READY TO EAT, IND.
12 MEALS A/A
WT 21.8 CU 0.99
SP0-300-00D-Z105
OZCORP PACKAGING
GALLIAN, OZ1-5771
OZMORIAN MILITARY PROPERTY
COMMERCIAL RESALE IS UNLAWFUL

This was the only sort of cooking Aaron had ever done, but he had plenty of experience at it. After all the years and years of field experience, he was an artist and MREs were his medium. After sorting through the packets available to him he settles on a simple but hearty meal of cheesy chicken casserole, apple cobbler, and liberal helping of sangria to help it all go down.

Apple Cobbler: Heat one packet 'spiced apples', add one pack crackers, add 2 packets creamer, and 1 packet sugar. Add water to soften crackers, stir vigorously, top with small amount of 'desert, vanilla dairy shake' powder.

Casserole: Add jalapeno cheese spread, applesauce, and bottle of Tabasco to packet of 'Mexican Rice'. Heat and mix with 'Chicken Casserole'.

Sangria: Add packet of 'electrolytes 1 each - cherry flavored' to the cheapest bottle of 'Military Special' vodka you can find. Dilute to taste.

Only 1800 delicious, delicious calories.

"Another win in the portfolio of the sandwhich hungry investor!"

Hamish votes Duke Leto as team leader
Hamish votes Aaron Lockley as team loser

"Hey, don't knock it until you've tried it!"

Aaron narrows his eyes as Hamish speaks against him and reaches to place a hand on the sidearm that is no longer worn at his hip. "I saw the way you were looking at The Hollow earlier, and I don't trust you one bit!"

Scanbot scans The Hollow

Aaron changes his vote for team loser from Alexander Maxerson to Hamish Cunningham.

Finwa winks at Bryn about the expensive tastes, "It is not often that I had been able to get out of my laboratory so it only dictated the interest in using the extra monetary gains to treating myself to some luxuries you don't get from fast food vendors. Besides, it is not us paying for the gain."

She chuckled then went back to the preparations, setting up the dishes while making sure nothing was burning, scalding or otherwise cooking incorrectly. While the monk went around checking out the items and making his comments she kept to her work and smirked when Bryn answered him about the seasoning and cap, "A sense of humour if no sense of kitchen etiquette but you must try again once all is complete."

When Murder Monk's wing came out she watched with interest only to be hurriedly checking everything again to make sure it was alright, "Reminder to self: no devilled eggs but if I still had a lab I would love to use those in my tests."

The little lady sighed in resignation, "Ms. Oftenseen, I will vote for you as team leader this once but I will not abide by any contract. All I wish for with this vote is that you consider seeing me after this is all done, if we survive and discuss ideas. As for team loser, I will go with Mr. Silenøz's vote of WowbangertIP due to being very unsure of him."

Finwa votes Charlene F. Oftenseen as team leader.
Finwa chooses WowbangertIP team loser under suspicions.

Sensing the approaching of he deadline, Bryn hurries with the food. Whilst not stinting upon the care and attention he lavishes upon the meal, it rapidly comes together being plated up. He looks to Finwa; "It looks magnificent, I hope it tastes as good."

The plates of braised octopus, pasta and dishes of ice-cream adorn the table making a magnificent appearing meal. Bryn looks quite proud and in a deep rolling voices looks into the camera. "Remember you can do whatever you put your mind to. Do not let rule or taboos distract you, you too can create something beautiful."

Leoian smiles towards Finwa "You don't need to be modest Finwa, something tells me I can trust you, in my opinion that's what's most important in a team leader. Come try some stew, it's fire roasted."

"Mattie, thank you for your vote of confidence, even if it is only because you find me adorable.

He turns towards Wowbagger "Mr. Wowbagger, I never said I would help you specifically, I intend only to help the group, I offered what I had, but I did not find a robot, I'm afraid for now that's the best I have... I'm afraid you haven't provided much reason to find you trustworthy."

Leoian Votes Wowbagger for team loser

"Oh, commercial break already? Well, we'll be right back after these messages!" Pop tarts are put on the screen.

Voting has ended, any PMs or votes after this one are not counted.

"Let's review the voting!" shouts Meowselsworth, as the commercial break finishes and the Deathmatch contestants are back in view.

Leader:
Charlene F. Oftenseen: 3 (Aaron Lockley, Eldon Gorski, Finwa)
Eldon Gorski: 2 (Charlene F. Oftenseen, Alexander Maxerson)
Mattie: 2 (Brynjard, Murder Monk)
Leoian: 2 (Mattie, Wowbagger)
Duke Leto: 1 (Hamish Cunningham)
Finwa: 1 (Leoian)

"Well, I've always said, you aren't trying unless you're cheating! Congratulations Charlene F. Oftenseen, and also as a prize this round, you get a lifetime supply of chocolate ice cream courtesy of 'I Scream' brand ice cream! I think the sponsors are hoping that's a pretty short deal," says Mittens, "Give our winner a hand, audience! And I'm sure you will, because she bribed the heck outta you!"

"And now, let's review our votes for Team Loser, 'cause who isn't here for blood? I KNOW I AM!" says Mittens, quite enthusiastically.

Hamish Cunningham: 1 (Aaron Lockley)
Wowbagger: 3 (Brynjard, Finwa, Leoian)
Duke Leto: 1 (Charlene F. Oftenseen)
Alexander Maxerson: 1 (Eldon Gorski)
Aaron Lockley: 1 (Hamish Cunningham)
Ms. Kevorkia: 2 (Mattie, Wowbagger)
Charlene F. Oftenseen: 1 (Murder Monk)

"Congratulations, Wowbagger! Your insulting delicacies have been found thoroughly distasteful! And by congratulations, I really mean, 'You're going to be hit with a laser until you're dead!'" The gigantic laser at the cooking kiosk aims towards Wowbagger and then... it just fizzles, makes a few sparks, and then falls down on top of him with a sickening splat. "... Well... I did say hit, not shoot... Eyeegh, someone ought to clean that up..."

"Well, there we go, there's the violence that we've all been looking for. What do you think of that hosting, Ms. Kevorki-ah." The cameras
turn towards Ms. Kevorkia, cleaved in half by a pair of sheers, which rest upon her body. "It seems you've been prematurely cut. Oh well, I'm sure her dying wish would be for me to have good ratings!"

Team Leader is Charlene F. Oftenseen.
Team Loser is Wowbagger. Wowbagger was a criminal.
Killer robots have pruned Ms. Kevorkia. She was a criminal.
Itchy Trigger Finger has not killed.

"Round 3, now that we've made with the food, it's time to get in shape! This is the Talent portion of the competition! All of you must have some kinds of special skills or talents, now is the time to show them off! Put on a show! But no singing, people! That competition is over and I do not want the audience getting bored! Dazzle us and each other! ARE YOU READY FOR ROUND THREE OF MEOWSELSWORTH'S PRISONER DEATHMATCH EXTRAVAGANZA!? BECAUSE I AM! LET'S GIVE IT OUR ALL!"

I will discuss when this round ends in discussion.

(Sorry, I got caught up by RL most of this week)

He looks on surprised that his words - actually were relevant; that he caused change. But the soft tang of guilt, a bitter taste that catches the edges of his tongue and roils low in the abdomen. 2 criminals executed that round...murderers for sure, however this narrowed the numbers down...

'Maybe we are closer to finding out the robots. I hope so! Some information might have been gathered, but how can they pass this on?' Bryn thinks whilst he listens about the next amazing task. "Talent show!?! So long as it is more the old fashioned variety acts; the music halls that entertained the masses whilst keeping them social. Unlike the putrid reality televisual displays of talking dogs or dancing children...that shows "The World's got Talent"" He says with a despairing shake of his head.

Slowly, he takes off his long coat. Stretching against the counter, he prepares for his act. Lean muscles fluidly ripple. The slick top moulded to his body outlines the curves of his form as he moves. Which is a distinct contrast to the heavy bracers that adorn his fore-arms, the thick black leather standing out against his pale skin.

He walks across the arena floor with his stompy big boots adorned with buckles and rings, making less sound that you might think. "Persuade me otherwise; but I never did like ventriloquists. The dummy's are creepy and their puppets not much better. Velval, sorry."

Vote for Team Loser: Velval

"Alexander, wow me and I will vote for your leadership!" Bryn says in his soft accent.

Vote for Team Leader: Alexander Maxerson

"Well, given that none of you are dogs or children, Mr. Brynjård Silenøz, I'm sure you'll figure out something that is not dancing children or talking dogs. My act is a talking cat. Wowee, so amazing! Anyway, the talent portion is whatever you'd like to show off to the world. If you would like tools to show what you can do, let me know, and I will do my best to provide," says Mittens from her pedestal.

"Congratis! for the sake of clarity will she be able to share her tasty cream?"

"Oh an talzent show, ummm, oh little Kitty I need my bag of effects zat vere confiscated, a power outlet, and a high powered lawn mower. And vell done Mrs. Oftenseen

Sorry for lack of posts, just couldn't keep up.

Wowbagger exclaims "AAcckk"
Before falling he manages to quote his favorite cartoon character, Bill the Cat.

"Cardon that sounds like quite the act. I look forward to it!" Bryn says casually, whilst still feeling shocked at the death of the insulting alien & the floral psychopath.

"Well, uh, this is quite the unexpected honor. Hmm. Now people, as you know, we have lost two of our number and discovered none of the killer robots. You don't need me to tell you that this is a rather dismal showing. As difficult as it is to call anyone here's blood 'innocent', we need to improve performance to prevent more loss of life. If there's one thing we all have in common, it's that we want to live. I think." She peers uncertainly at Murder Monk.

"That being said, I propose we all put our best food forward in the talent competition. Ms. Meowselsworth is kindly providing everything we need. Now, this is something I'm certain humans will excel at, killer robots being primarily proficient with, well, killing. Time for the rest of us to shine and let the light of our, uh, talents search out the robots."

"My talents are almost entirely limited to organization and fiscal management, but I do admit to a bit of fencing in college. If our hostess can provide us with gear, would anybody care to join me on the piste? Buttoned tips, of course."

"Oh and all your votes are appreciated and noted. Let's hope all of us survive to enjoy the concerts."

"My shepherd's pie is reeeaaaaddy!" Alina suddenly bursts out in a singsong voice. As she looks up from her cooking, however, she realizes that she is quite behind the times.

"Ew, yucky!" she exclaims as her wide eyes fall on Wowbagger's crushed form.

"Please do try to keep up, Ms. Malain. Now, for the sake of clarity, I'll post a list of participants and the talents they propose to, er, exhibit. Notify me of your choice and we'll update the list. Thank you in advance for your cooperation." She taps on her iPad a bit and the screen at the kiosk marked 'Player Information' lights up with the following display:

• Aaron Lockley: ?
  
• Alexander Maxerson: ?
  
• Alina Malain: ?
  
• Brynjard 'Ihsahn' Silenoz: 'Music'?
  
• Cardon Mars the Four: ?
  
• Charlene F. Oftenseen: Fencing - seeks sparring partner
  
• Duke Leto Atredies: ?
  
• Eldon Gorski: ?
  
• Finwa: ?
  
• Hamish Cunningham: ?
  
• Leoian Mousekewitz: ?
  
• Mattie: ?
  
• Murder Monk: ?
  
• Prof. Tinkerton: ?
  
• The Hollow: ?
  
• Velval/Stephano: ? A ventriloquist act, perhaps?