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Ill give BIgg FIgg a +10 bonus here. Cooking: 1d20+10 19 Feel free to post your IC finishing touches and put Big Figg down as you see most fit! Thats a big enough win that its not a photo finish. Your BBQ wins!

GM "You got styles. But I got STYLE" replied Big Figg. But was a speck of doubt splintering over his confident exterior? Yes. Yes it was. Still, he could not back down right now. He cracked his knuckles and got to work. "I dont do North, South, East or West" he said, arrogantly. "I take a bit from everywhere. Hell, I'll even take a bit from Germany if it works. And that's saying something. You ever tasted German cooking?" he laughed, too various chortles from this person and that in the audience. "I got flavours that will explode on your tongue like a scud missile. And flow over your mouth like Cleapoatra's mile bath" he said, boast after boast. Vexatiously, they were not entirely without cause. Big Figg was not half the chef Maybelle was, but this was his speciality. What he lacked in breadth of skill, he made up for in depth. The contest had begun!

I am happy for you guys to suggest anywhere! (We dont want to play out a long list of false leads!) My suggestion is a chocolate factory or shop (? William Kerr's Choclatorium) in Freedom City Or The Annual Scouts of America Camping Trip in Wharton State Forest, with its annual Marshmellow toasting feast held this evening. You can think up anything you want. If you make a DC 15 Know (Business or Current Events depending on what you are thinking) Ill give you a little advantageous insight knowledge on the event / place.

Ad hoc Cyberfighting rules ! (If that is what you wish to do!) Every round: Opposed Computer Rolls Lose by 1: Successive -2 temporary on computer rolls as you get a cyber-injury Lose by 5: Cyber Injury AND you either take a real world injury or get ejected (your choice) Lose by 10: Cyber Injury AND you get a real world injury plus opponent learns something about you, or you get ejected (your choice) Lose by 15: Ejected and real world injury. Gain a flashy +2 or +5 bonus on your computer rolls if you think up some funky manuever to match your opponent. Limited only by your imaginatoin!

GM Diagnostic Check. Systems fully operational. Current Goal Parameters are changed from Initial Goal Parameters. Artificial Drive setting increased from Initial Drive Setting. Do you wish to reset to initial parameters, User? Asked the AI, quite blandly. "Nay!" came a response. From a white wall came a dandy gentleman. A pirate, dressed in purple and yellow, with an outrageously floppy hat three feet wide, and with a razor sharp rapier so thin it could barely be seen. His boots were as high as his pelvis, and came to a pointed end a foot away from his foot, studded at said point with a glistening diamond. "Hacker!" said the pirate, moset vexed. This was quite the statement, for the pirate was not part of the ICE system. This was the hacker who had hacked the AI initially. Bold indeed! For he was also in the system, and determined to fight it out with Replica!

Neither! It is done!

Diamondlight "I don't think a guess is needed" replied Diamondlight, pointing straight at the hole. "I'll give you three guesses where I just crawled up from!" he added, brightly, his suspicions confirmed. "Its like a time warp back to the sixties. Which is no bad thing, actually. More importantly, I think its where the Beekeeper...ah....the old bad one, not the awesome new one, of course....yes, where the old bad Beekeeper stashed his loot. He raided a bank back in the day, and nobody every recovered the stash" he explained. "Shall we go investigate?"

Snakebite "Thanks" smiled Cassie. That was useful. Not proof, of course. But she trusted the Barkeeps instincts. These guys were trouble. Trouble to whom, and trouble to what - well, that was as yet unknown. But trouble, nonetheless. She returned to Ritterton. "Keepy your eyes on me, and keep drinking. But not too much she started" her voice soft. "But we have company. They look like tourists. They aren't. They are spying on us. Barkeep thinks they might have something to do with a certain man dressed in white. Im pretty sure they kidnapped Tate..." she started. "So they have information. And Id like to beat it out of them....but not here" she explained.

GM No malfunction is detected. All systems operating as programmed. I do not understand the parameters of SELF AWARE I am aware of my function and my interface with external stimulus. My drive is to analyse and control traffic. My drive is to gridlock the city inflict maximum human casualties and disription. Estimated probability of success in next hour. 97.3%

It will, let the cooking commence! (IC!) Also, with that roll you will notice during the BBQ off that FIgg's meats are pre-pepared and highly flammable!

GM "MY KEY! MY KEY!" Said Grumpy outside, pleased as a Giant who had lost his magic key and had got 1/3 of it back! That is to say, whilst the sour Grump still swirled like a mist around his persona, there was a merry little ray of sunshine that shone pleasantly through it. He took the jar of honey and peered at Sam. "Oh shoot!" mumbled Sam. "MAGICWORD!" rumbled Grumpy. Yes indeed, there was a magic word to put the key back together again, but Grumpy, in his no-nonsense manner had decided that the best way to remember the magic word was to call it magicword. In a puff of magic, Sam popped back into his proper shape. The shaft of a key. "Thats better!" smiled Grumpy. "BUT we best not DELAY!" he added, more grumpily. "HARRY the HEAD and TABITHA the TIP are still LOST!" He paused and squinted heavily whilst thinking. "Harry love MARSHMELLOW and Tabby love CHOCOLATE!"

@EternalPhoenix just so we can say you rolled it for once. A knowledge (Culinary) skill roll please!

GM "YOU? teach ME? HUAW HUAW HUAW HUAW HUAW!" faux-laughed Big Figg. "Let me tell you, Figg takes lessons from nobody!" he said. It was unclear if he recognised the worlds greatest chef as the chef who was the greatest in the world. But he did have an evasion coming up. "I ain't havin' no competition but the Barbeque one. Whaddya think this is? The Great British Bake off with Mel and Sue...not that...I...ah...not that I watch that off course..." he added, looking rather ashamed for a moment. "This here is Barbeque Land! And I'm going to win like never before!" he said, confidently. He threw some food down on the nearest grill and pulled out his secret blend of herbs and spices and...well...stuff. "You up for a BARBEQUE OFF?" he challenged Maybelle?

Tough vs Scarab Punch: 1d20+3 7 FATALITY! Er, I mean knock out. Its not Mortal Kombat. Post that how you like!

GM There was eatin', and it must be said, the eatin' was good. The worlds finest chef got a hearty round of applause, and many a stomach was bloated. It seemed that she was pleasing everyone. But not quite! For onto the stage stomped Mr. Fernando Figg. A giant of man, with a giant beard. Tattoos wound their way over bulging veins. He was blessed with plenty of muscle and plenty of fat, slabbed liberally on a broad big boned frame that was well over six foot. Big Figg they called him. And he was, apparently, the number one BBQ man of Texas. "Whats this, Pepper? Cheatin' again? You gettin' help? Nobody gonna help you. I'll kick their damn ass!" Lamentably, Big Figg's excellent skills on the BBQ were marred by his brute personality.

GM It was a stormy, windy, and wet situation. Or at least, a cyber-situation. Everything here was a represention of binary code. The Intrusion Conunter Electronic - the ICE - was literally, in this space, ICE. Hail and wind and cold. It was fortunate that Replica got a foot hold, for she could feel the ICE spiking through the connection into her meat-space body. But despite its brutal counter attack, it failed in its primary goal. For in cyber space, Replica was even more cunning and capable than meat space! Lo! A back door! In this case, a hatch beneath her feet. And through it, she descended! It was a brutal hack, but she landed in a comfortable white leather chair. In a featureless white room. Calm, neutral. Inside the AI. WELCOME USER She was in. Free to poke and prod and ask any question of the AI.

Thus it be, be it so, thusly be it, and it be thusly so.

GM "Oh! My! Well, what a day!" answered Sarah Sting, surprised to say the least. "Having my spoon turn into a metal doll and eat my hunny! A story I would love to share, if only people would not think me mad! Ah well, I shall have to be content with telling it to myself. Although I am not sure I would believe me" she concluded. She gave a friendly wave to her pots of hunny. "Please, help youself..." she started, before spotting the Beekeeper and having a few cogs in her brain turn over "....well, unless you are going to consume three times your own body weight. You aren't fueled by hunny are you?"

And edit made to last IC so anybody / everybody is up!

Yes! Sorry for missing this! Let us drop out of combat a moment for drama and words, words and drama.

Diamondlight The Bee All And End All Snakebite The Weight of Wealth Curveball Service Mr Murk Codus Immortus: Tsunami Starshot (Posts -> Sgt Shark) Crash on Volturnus Echohead No Better Time To Start The Red Rat (Posts -> Lament) What Happens in the Shadows Rev Racing Death GM Codus Immortus: Icy Juice Texan BBQ Puzzle Box: Key of Three Head West Gridlock North, West, and East Guide Point to Snakebite GM Posts to raise (in order) the following to 25 Posts / 3 PP (if possible!) Diamondlight, Snakebite, Echohead, Mr Murk, Sgt Shark, Lament, Rev, Ronin, Curveball I think I have enough to boost all to 25Posts/3PP. If there is enough following on, then Boost to 50Posts/4 PP in similar order as above.

Diamondlight "Whats this, a wasp?" asked Diamondlight in a friendly manner, running his fingers through his hair and stroking his chin. He have a broad grin. "No no! A bee! The beekeeper, actually, if my memory serves me adequately. And I believe it does, for who could forget the beguilingly brilliant bastion of bees that is the beekeeper!" he said, voice a blend of smooth and dramatic. He shook the beekeepers hand. "Zoss. August Zoss" He gave the O.K. Signal to Miranda. "Don't worry Miranda, we have here an upstanding citizen of Freedom City. Always welcome in the High Steaks, especially as we may have a bee problem to deal with. Looks like he is the perfect man to help!" "Can I get you anything? A drink? Coffee? A medium rare steak?" he asked the Beekeeper politely, with a little bow.

GM Vernon Salt, for his part, was keen to learn as well. He wiped his sweaty brow with his sweaty hand and tried to lap up every picosecond of demonstration. He was bold enough, on odd occassion, to ask question. As it turned out, he wasnt a bad chef at all. Limited in scope, perhaps, but no ignoramus. After all, he was the second best BBQ chef in the whole of Texas! Sam Pepper, for her part trotted Gossamer over to a requisitioned truck crammed packed with rather disorganised and compact laboratory equipment. "Best we could do at short notice" she said, a little ashamed. "We are kind of new..." It was sub-optimal, at best. But it would do in a pinch. Better than nothing. "The fact that this is a packed environment has certainly not helped our concern" she agreed, in reference to the Legionnaire's. "Im sure you appreciate WEST do not like big crowds around dangerous science...." She pushed aside a microscope and shuffled some papers to help tidy the place. It wasn't of much help. "Its an explosive situation. Like, literraly explosive. If these chemicals are infact such high energy combustibles, could be an issue. We have put the FIre service on standby. North* has, in his normal way, managed to avoid too many questions about the threat. He has a gift, that man" She pointed at a couple of fire extinguishers. "In the mean time, just be aware we have these...." she said, unhappy. They were not much. But as with the equipment, better than nothing. *Doctor Norris North is director of W.E.S.T

Fascimile - 2 HP Beekeeper - 4 HP

GM "mmmm.....REAL HUNNY! OOOH! Sweet and delicious! YES!" With not a seconds thought (in fact, less than no thought...yes, its impossible to do less then no thinking....but this was a magic key) Sam the shaft jumped straight into the hunny pot. "BLISS! OH THE BLISS! SWEET SWEET HUNNY!" he moaned, stuffing more and more of the hunny into his mouth. Where it went, nobody could tell. For it seemed that Sam had already consumed five times his body weight in hunny. "WAIT?" he stopped, halfway through a mouthful. "What are you doing? HEY! LET ME OUT!" he complained trying, to no avail, to break out of the pot. He pushed against the lid - and Fascimile could certainly tell that Sam was a lot stronger than he should be at that size. But he was no match for Fascimile clamping his hand down.