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<Chelsea> (Anyone sitting here to chat with?)
<Brett> ( Forbes. )
<Brett> ( Or you can ask a random demon )
<Chelsea> So, Forbes. Anything else I ought to know before the games commence?
<Forbes> In particular? Not really. Cheaters are automatically disqualified, and 
sometimes killed.
* Chelsea nods. "I'll assume you'll give me a quick run-down of each event as it 
arrives?"
* Forbes nods.
<Forbes> The first one is a beauty contest. Should be starting in 15 minutes.
* Chelsea quirks an eyebrow. "Well. This should certainly be interesting."
* Chelsea hums. "Too bad Vicki isn't along on this one."
<Brett> ( Forbes tells you about the contest, btw. )
<Brett> ( The rules, that is. )
<Chelsea> (Natch. I'll assume you'll let me know when someone breaks the rules.)
<Brett> ( Yup )
* Julian comes back, and sits on the other side of Forbes.
* Chelsea nods at Julian.
* Julian responds in kind, side glancing at Chelsea.
<Julian> ( pause :P )
<Chelsea> Yippee.
<Julian> ( Actually, we don't need to pause in here. )
<Chelsea> (Heh.)
<Julian> ( Just get all the talking done now before I run myself ragged @_@ )
<Chelsea> (Heh.)
* Chelsea examines the design on her right palm curiously.
<Forbes> I must say, I wasn't expecting one from your house to be here.
* Chelsea looks at Forbes and raises an eyebrow in question.
<Forbes> The Logrus clan has never attended this tournament before. I always 
wondered if they just didn't enjoy them, or...
* Forbes is silenced from a look from Julius.
<Chelsea> (Whew. c.c)
<Forbes> Ahem. Anyhow... the tournament should be starting shortly.
<Forbes> ( :D )
* Chelsea nods.
<Chelsea> ( ^_^_v )
* Chelsea looks out over the rest of the crows, trying to look calm and just a 
teensy bit aloof.
<Chelsea> (Spends some time pondering the implications of what Forbes said. o/~)
<Brett> ( Woot. You can also laugh at the main channel :D )
<Chelsea> (Wai! XD)
<Chelsea> (Poor Shiggy. ;.;)
<Brett> Screen = Time: 8 minutes.
<Brett> [Eoi is busy brushing his hair... And dying it.
<Brett> ]
<Brett> ( Eep! )
<Brett> ( Wrong channel! ;_; )
<Chelsea> *laughs*
<Chelsea> +()
<Chelsea> (::wonders if Chelsea's family is an honorary demon clan, or if she 
has demon blood in her. Either way, that'd certainly be... interesting.::)
<Brett> ( Wouldn't it? ^_^ )
<Chelsea> ( Yup. ^_^ )
<Chelsea> ( Especially the honorary bit. I mean, what do you have to do to 
become an honorary demon? Not to mention form a *clan*? )
<Chelsea> ( Although it would explain how her parents got so rich... )
<Brett> ( Yup :P )
<Brett> ( But there's lots to it. Always is :D )
<Chelsea> ( Naturally. ^_^ )
<Chelsea> (*runs to get a snack*)
* Forbes stands up and starts doing the opening ceremony.
* Chelsea listens intently. Being something of a demon enthusiast, she thinks 
this is an interesting chance to study them in the wild, as it were.
<Chelsea> ("I feel like Jane Goodal, but cooler.")
<Brett> ( Oh god. This is gonna be hell to run ;_; )
<Chelsea> (Good luck. If you want help, I'll offer it. Even though I'm baking 
cookies. ^_^ )
<Brett> I dunno what to do. @_@
<Brett> ( + () )
<Chelsea> (Just have a boardwalk appear out of nowhere, and have some really 
limp-wristed demon instruct them to walk down it, turn, pause, and walk back. 
Personal touches are allowable during the pause.)
<Brett> ( Yeah. I'm wondering about the voting. I forgot to make stats for 
everyone ;_; )
<Brett> ( Well, didn't forget. Didn't wanna go through the work. )
<Brett> ( Time fro lucky dice rolls ^_^ )
* Chelsea snickers.
<Chelsea> Be merciful on the Demon's appearance.
<Chelsea> +() +()
* Chelsea watches thoughtfully.
<Brett> I will :P
<Brett> ( + () )
<Brett> ( Good grief )
<Chelsea> (OKay. How bout I put IC remark in quotations, and everything else is 
OOC?)
<Chelsea> (And since there isn't a Brett there, you don't have to worry about 
()s, either. ^_^)
<Forbes> ( Ok :P )
<Chelsea> (::ROFLS:: at Norii::) ^.^
<Chelsea> ::puts cookies in oven::
* Chelsea watches and hums.
<Forbes> Hmm. I don't like that whole... "wiggly" aspect.
* Chelsea nods thoughtfully.
* Chelsea arches an eyebrow at Kimiko's... bounciness.
* Chelsea then smirks at Shigeru's time in the spotlight.
<Chelsea> (One sec.)
<Forbes> Alrighty. Choose one team, and one member, not necessarily from the 
same team.
<Chelsea> For the winner?
* Forbes nods. "We're voting to see who wins the event."
<Chelsea> (What's the name of the red-skinned team?)
<Forbes> Personally, I liked that Talia person.
<Forbes> ( Juni )
<Julian> Hmmm... The wolfen one was amusing...
* Chelsea chuckles. "He was at that."
<Julian> But probably not enough for a beauty contest.
<Julian> If it were an idol contest, maybe...
<Chelsea> Hm. I'd have to say that team Juni comported themselves admirably all 
around. They get my vote for the winning team.
<Forbes> And mine as well.
* Chelsea thinks.
<Forbes> With Talia being the overall winner.
<Julian> Hmm...
* Julian looks at Chelsea. "What do you think?"
<Julian> ...Well?
<Chelsea> (Gah!)
<Chelsea> (Went AFK! didn't take! c.c)
<Julian> ( Come now :P )
<Julian> ( Let's get this show on the road :P )
<Chelsea> ( ;_; )
<Julian> Personally, I liked that human girl... what's her name... The one with 
the leather and the blue stripe in her hair. Eoi. That's it.
<Julian> ( Oi. Vote already :P )
* Chelsea nods. "I agree with Julian. Eoi knows how this sort of thing is done."
<Forbes> Very well, then.
<Chelsea> (Mean while, she's thinking, "BWAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!")
<Chelsea> So, what's the next event?
<Forbes> A cooking contest.
* Julian grimmaces a bit.
* Chelsea gives a questioning look to Julian.
<Forbes> He must still be upset with last year's "Charcoal on Rye" entry.
* Chelsea frowns. "Ah. I can see how one might be put out by that."
<Julian> The rule is really stupid.
<Chelsea> Which rule is that?
<Forbes> It's been that way for 17 centuries. No changing it now.
<Forbes> "No leathal meals allowed."
<Forbes> That's the only rule.
* Chelsea nods sagely. "It's the only one needed, really."
<Julian> I beg to differ.
* Chelsea looks at Julian. "Well, did the charcoal sandwich win?"
<Julian> I still think we should enforce the "Meal must be edible" rule.
<Forbes> No. The winner was "Brown Lumps With Grey Sauce" by team Juni. Ahh, a 
delicasy.
* Chelsea nods. "Well, there you go. If somone prepares an inedible meal, 
they're that much more likely to loose. And they have nobody but themselves to 
blame for it, too."
<Julian> Yeah. But the problem is we have to eat whatever they prepare.
* Chelsea grimaces. "Ah. I see your point, Julian."
<Chelsea> Hm. Does team Juni have a good win record in these games?
<Forbes> Actually, team Oog is usually the best.
* Chelsea nods.
<Forbes> Those tentacle monsters sure know how to cook 'em.
<Chelsea> Well. I'm looking forward to their dish, then. Although, I must say 
that I agree with Julian on the need to have rules concerning the edibility of 
meals.
<Forbes> It's not in tradition to change the rules.
* Chelsea chuckles. "Well, of course change isn't in tradition."
<Julian> ( this is gonna be funny. )
<Chelsea> (It already is. ^_^)
<Chelsea> (Wish Andrew were still in it. ^^; But anyway.)
<Brett> ( He committed suicide. )
<Chelsea> (::plays one of the "Enemy's Turn" themes from Front Mission to 
accompany the cooking.::)
<Brett> ( Wai! )
<Chelsea> (It almost sounds like somehting off of Iron Chef. ^_~)
<Chelsea> (It fits, anywhoo.)
<Forbes> Mmm... Grey Lumps with Brown Sauce. Let's hope it's as good as Brown 
Lumps with Grey Sauce was!
<Chelsea> (Any utensils?)
<Forbes> ( spoons. Although I'm not going to RP the eating of every meal :P )
<Chelsea> (Naturally.)
<Forbes> ( Not until the voting, at least. )
* Chelsea gets a lump under her spoon, an dmakes sure there's plenty of sauce 
with it, and takes a bite out of it, chewing thoughtfully.
<Brett> ( It's good ^_^ )
<Chelsea> Mmm.
<Chelsea> (And... the, uh, tentacled surprise?)
<Brett> [It's a pot with bubbling purple liquid and a tentacle or two sticking 
out.]
<Brett> [It's quite good, if you don't think about what you're eating.]
* Chelsea cautiously cuts off a piece of tentacle with the edge of her spoon and 
gets a bit of the soup in the spoon with the bit of tentacle, and has a bite.
<Chelsea> (Just think of it as gumbo. Just think of it as gumbo. Just think of 
it...)
<Brett> ( Heh )
<Chelsea> ( I'm hoping to be pleasantly surprised by the taste. )
<Brett> [Team Mantic announces their meal. "Hamburger with Cheese." and it 
floats up to the judges table]
<Brett> ( Oops. )
<Chelsea> (Heh.)
* Chelsea takes the burger in hand and takes a bite out of it.

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<Forbes> ( It's decent. It's good for a burger, but it's still just a burger :P 
)
<Forbes> ( And the meat is goat. :P )
<Chelsea> ( Hey, don't knock goat mean, man. Cabrito's good if done right. Which 
is, I'll admit, a real trick. ;P)
<Chelsea> (Mean-->Meat)
<Chelsea> (Er. How were the tentacle surprises?)
<Brett> ( Like I said, good if you didn't think about what you were eating. )
<Brett> The MC's meal is... Ugh.
<Brett> ( Except for Norii, they all failed their cooking rolls ^_^ )
<Chelsea> (*snickers*)
<Chelsea> (Well, they get bonus points for presentation. And for having more 
than one course.)
<Forbes> Mmm... I thought the grey sauce was good, but that brown sauce is 
magnificient.
<Chelsea> (Which part of the dish did Norii handle? Please tell me it was the 
fettucini?)
<Forbes> ( The tomatoes :P )
<Chelsea> (Damn. c.c)
<Forbes> My vote goes for the Juni, with Kaga as the overall winner.
<Julian> The...
* Julian shudders a bit.
<Julian> ... "Tentacle Surprise" was fairly good... But I think I'll agree that 
Kaga is the overall winner.
<Chelsea> (::waits for Julian to finish.:: ^_^)
* Chelsea nods. "I would have to agree, as well."
<Forbes> On the Tentacle Surprise, or on Kaga's brown sauce?
<Chelsea> Oh, the brown sauce; it was delectable.
<Forbes> Then it's unanimous... What about for the team, though?
<Chelsea> Well, the lumps and sauce were good, even if they rather lacked 
presentation. I'd have to go with that.
<Forbes> Very well.
<Chelsea> (The great tragedy about Team Smorfie's meal was that it *was* 
edible.)
<Forbes> ( Heh )
<Forbes> ( you sure? ^_- )
<Chelsea> (Well, I'm assuming that it wasn't raw, and nor was it overcooked into 
a brick-like harness; it just wasn't good.)
<Brett> ( Some of it was overcooked. )
<Brett> ( and the Wine sucked :P )
<Chelsea> (Okay. Note to self; don't trust my teammates with cooking. Ever.)
<Forbes> ( Heh )
<Chelsea> (And don't let Kaira near the booze.)
<Forbes> ( Heh. She just threw random liquor in the same glass :P )
<Chelsea> (Figured. She isn't puting her heart into this, is she?)
<Brett> ( No, she just didn't know what the hell she was doing :P )
<Chelsea> (Oh.)
<Chelsea> (Well, I still don't think she has her heart in it. I mean, how can 
you ruin booze? c.c;)
<Brett> ( By adding lotsa stuff in it. )
<Chelsea> (Y'mean like water?)
<Brett> ( You don't understand; she added damn near any liquid she found in 
there :P )
<Chelsea> (...oh, dear. c.c)
* Chelsea hums. "I don't suppose I can get something to wash that last entry 
down with?"
<Chelsea> Or, rather, to wash the taste away?
<Forbes> Sure... Julian, show her to the bar.
* Chelsea nods.
* Chelsea is shown to the bar?
* Julian shows Chelsea to the bar :P
* Chelsea looks at the selection. Water? Corke? Rare, expensive wines?
<Chelsea> So, what's next on the menu for tonight?
<Julian> ( Only wines, and lots of them. )
<Julian> Soapbox derby racing is next, I believe.
* Chelsea raises an eyebrow. "Soapbox derby? This just keeps getting more 
interesting."
* Chelsea picks out a sweet, weakish wine, pours herself a glass, and takes it 
back to the judge table.
* Chelsea (picks out a song for the soapbox derby race. "Andy Asteroids from 
Earthworm Jim. Perfect.")
<Brett> Heh
<Chelsea> So, soapbox derby racing. What're the rules for this?
<Brett> ( I've got Sonic Blastman stage 2 on. Doesn't fit at all :P )
<Chelsea> (::chuckles::)
<Forbes> Well, they race to the finish. Who ever gets there first wins.
<Forbes> Or alternatively, the last one standing does.
* Forbes points to the finish line, which is WAY far down the colluseum, which 
has somehow gotten longer.
* Chelsea chuckles. "Any limitations?"
<Forbes> No driver controlled weapons.  Just things like spikes and such.
* Chelsea nods.
<Forbes> And no turning around to finish off someone that's been downed.
* Chelsea nods. "Naturally."
<Chelsea> What happens if two people manage to survive to the finish line?
<Forbes> Whoever crosses first wins.
<Brett> The overall winner is determined by who gives the best performance.
<Brett> ( ... )
* Forbes says.
<Forbes> This can be from how the vehicle looks, to how it fairs in combat, to 
how it's structuarlly built... which ever.
* Chelsea nods. "Ah ha. So really, who's left or who gets there first are 
secondary considerations?"
<Forbes> No, that just decides what team wins.
<Forbes> The overall winner could be, say, one of the people who put the car 
together.
* Chelsea nods. "Sounds good to me."
<Chelsea> (Wow, I just realised that it's a really good thing that no driver 
operated weapons are allowed. That'd give team Oog an immense advantage. c.c;)
<Brett> ( Heh )
<Brett> ( race, begi- oh, they're all dead. )
<Chelsea> "Start your engines!" <Demons> "Vroom, vroom!"
<Chelsea> +()
* Chelsea looks around for anything to do in the next two hours.
<Chelsea> (Anything to doodle on/with, etc?)
<Forbes> ( Nope )
<Forbes> ( You can sit and watch and talk with these guys. )
<Chelsea> So, who has the best history in this event?
<Forbes> Byuni did, but then they quit; decided to be judges instead.
* Chelsea nods.
<Forbes> Next... Probably Mantic, though Oog does a nice job as well sometimes.
* Chelsea hums.
<Chelsea> (Damn. There's so much she wants to ask, but if they're working under 
the assumption that she's a demon, asking the wrong thing could be *bad*.)
<Forbes> ( ^_^ )
<Forbes> ( There's a lot to think about. )
<Forbes> ( ^_^ )
<Chelsea> (Unless, of course, they figure it out themselves and decide to be 
amiable about it.)
<Chelsea> (Well, yeah. ^_^)
<Julian> So tell me, Chelsea.
<Chelsea> Hm?
<Julian> How is it you came to be with a... hunter?
<Brett> ( ^_^ )
<Julian> That one you were with before.  The dead one.
* Chelsea shrugs. "He saw me, thought I was pretty, and followed me around like 
a lost puppy. After a while, I decided to screw with his mind a little and then 
get rid of him when I become bored with that." She sighs. "Unfortunately, he was 
killed a bit prematurely. Oh, well."
<Julian> Ah... I see.
<Chelsea> (And I would like to thank the motion picture academy for granting me 
this Oscar...)
<Brett> ( Heh )
<Julian> How about the priest, then?
<Chelsea> (::thinks about that:: ^_^)
* Chelsea waves dismissively. "It's a front. Nobody expects a priest, after 
all."
* Julian nods.
<Julian> Rather an interesting fellow. The female one, anyhow.
* Chelsea nods and looks lost in thought.
<Julian> ( Did I give you Julian's desc? I forget... )
<Chelsea> (Nope.)
<Julian> ( I wanted to do it back when everyone was talking and /msging me @_@ )
<Chelsea> (Er. Is he the blue one?)
<Julian> ( Nope. That's Forbes. )
* Chelsea takes a brief look at Julian. (Does his countenance seem to indicate 
he suspects something?)
* Julian looks very much like a human, albiet a goth. He's got pale skin and 
grey-ish hair, with several earrings. His eyes are inset, and his black hair is 
shoulder-length, combed back. His face doesn't portray much emotion, but he 
casts sideglances at Chelsea often.
<Chelsea> (Ah ha.)
<Chelsea> (Yeah, you did describe him, come to think of it.)
<Brett> ( Oh :P )
<Chelsea> (Just forgot. Sorry. ^^;)
<Brett> ( He's also better looking than normal folks, but a fair cry from 
handsome. He's not bishonen! ^_^ )
<Chelsea> (::chuckle::)
<Chelsea> (Hm. So, in other words, he doesn't look especially demonic. Just 
like, say, me.)
<Brett> ( Yup. He could pass for human easily. )
<Brett> ( You ARE logging this, right? )
<Chelsea> (Yeah. Why?)
<Brett> ( I figure it'll go onto the page, if you don't mind )
<Chelsea> (Heh. That ought to be interesting.)
<Brett> ( If you'd rather keep it private, though... )
<Chelsea> (I'll think about it. ^_^
* Chelsea hums.
<Forbes> Interesting tactic...
* Chelsea nods.
<Julian> Looks like we have our first casualty this tournament.
* Forbes chuckles. "I do hope they thought to bring a replacement."
* Chelsea chuckles.
<Forbes> Hmm... Well, obviously that Kaira person is the team winner... Over 
all?
* Chelsea ponders.
<Julian> Hmm... Oog's machine was slow, but quite effective.
<Chelsea> (Did he mean individual winner?)
* Forbes nods. "Had this been a battle car event like last time, he might have 
won."
<Forbes> ( Yep )
<Forbes> But as it was not...
<Forbes> Mantic had a nice design. Good skill on the pilot's part, too, getting 
passed all those defenses.
<Chelsea> True.
<Forbes> On the other hand, Kaira's ... interesting... defense proved quite 
impressive as well.
<Chelsea> Although I think I'll have to go with Kaira and her teamon this one.
<Forbes> Very well, then. And Julian?
<Julian> Eh. Alright, I'll make it unanimous.
<Brett> [Session Endeth. Send a log when you get the chance, k?]
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<Chelsea> Nice talkin' to you guys. ^_^
Session Close: Sat Dec 01 01:46:43 2001