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Fun fact, I checked Nassau's average given score between the two days. So I can confirm that he was being very slightly more generous today. Appetisers: 5.18 Mains: 5.42 [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/351337][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/3514/351337p.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/50651893][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/506519/50651893p.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/49361391][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/493614/49361391p.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/33922432][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/339225/33922432p.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/25039626][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/250397/25039626p.png[/img][/url] [img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/a6b62cc2765e71c028507f5a6295d6b3/tumblr_nl9b5zO8up1ssnvh6o3_500.png[/img] [size=5][i]The Main[/i][/size][/center] The results of that day were flipped to the one prior. "Ah, critics. Can't please them every day." Salpicar remarked. Niah was conversing more easily with the clan-chef. "It's like someone put a bee in their butter today." The Pearlcatcher laughed. "Well, except for that Nassau it seems. He's being a tad more generous today." "I'm surprised." "First impressions, huh?" Fionne remarked. "True, but he's also the sort who hates pizza. Who does that?" Niah wasn't about to become the Imperial's biggest fan anytime soon. Fionne sighed and walked away to find a snack-stall. As the day's event drew to a close, Latona reminded everyone to clean their workstations. "Hey Latona! You sounded hungry during all that. Want a flapjack? I made them to keep everyone's energy up during the [b]big cook[/b], and some are going [i]spa-aaare~...[/i]" Inima cheerfully approached the event host. Niah worked at scrubbing the oil out of, well, seemingly everything. Cleaning was a pretty normal concept to anyone who's experienced communal living. Better the grease today than the stains a year later, especially if someone else had to use the space after you. Her ability to knuckle-down and work hard was something the Tundra prided herself, unlike certain flighty individuals. "Care for some assistance?" The Tundra looked up to see Ruha picking up a sponge. "I'd welcome it." The two worked in companionable silence, broken by small-talk about how to tackle this or that grubby mark. "You aren't being your brightest." Ruha said without warning. "Your soul-shine. There's something holding you back from gleaming with enthusiasm. It's perfectly alright if the challenge just isn't your cup-" "No. I keep smelling new things, learning and remembering more. I think I'm growing rather fond of cooking. Food is something we all have in common." Ruha nodded in agreement. "Yet...?" Niah sighed. "I know Fionne doesn't want to be around me. We just don't...work. I've made peace with that. She doesn't-" The Tundra grimaced, "-doesn't need to do this. It's just bothering both of us." "Families can be so troublesome. Perhaps she has been receiving advice from someone..." A few well-meaning busibodies of the clan came to mind. "Hey, you sure have been working hard!" Inima wandered back, admiring the pair's work. The glimmer of light across the utensils and work-surface made it clear their work was complete. "I know! Let's hit the markets! Trying on new things is always fun! You too, Fionne!" The Coatl called out to the Tundra wandering around licking a Mather-shaped ice lolly. "[i]Not always the best of ideas, my dear...[/i]" Ruha softly sighed to herself. "...Sure, it'll be nice to take a break." Niah agreed to the suggestion, avoiding looking at Fionne. [center][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/b5d1665e1de22e5f6ff6d9992a4057e3/tumblr_pim3eqPdfb1tgwosdo5_250.png[/img][/center] The group found a covered bazaar. Anything from jewellery to spats was on offer. "Ooh, check this out!" Inima grabbed a toque and a white dress, holding them in front of herself. "I am proud to announce the grand opening of my bakery! Uhhhh-Bun in the Oven!" Ruha giggled and joined in, wrapping a scarf around her. "I shall be your first customer, madame, I have been queueing all morning in...anticipation." She giggled once again. "Now, now! After hours, after hours." The Fire Coatl's crest shivered and she grew warmer. "Come, what other delighters in delicatessen are opening this fine festival day?" Niah smiled, and went to look for something. The Tundra started picking up blues. She'd rather contrast with the angry chefs who shouted till they were hoarse. A scarf that wouldn't trail into the food. Some of the humbler garments appealed to the idea that cooking wasn't something exclusive to societal elites. It was something that brought communities, families, together. But the Tundra didn't want something too different to her usual wear, and kept flowers in the outfit. As a reminder of the importance of scent to memory and meal alike. "Oh! Here! Try these on!" Inima suddenly appeared, thrusting a pair of earrings at the Tundra. "Ah...alright then." The dragons searched for the dressing rooms to show their outfits off to one another. [columns][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=50651893&skin=0&apparel=29000,29237,29218,19647,32990,32981,32983,25051,21310,21286,30849&xt=dressing.png[/img][nextcol][outfit=1298495][/columns] "I welcome you to...Chez Niah!" Inima and Ruha clapped. "Your maître d' is ready to take your orders!" Fionne stepped out in an ovalcrown, rainbow starsilks and throwing petals in the air. [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/SZVyEZi.png[/img][/center] Inima clapped again and Ruha simply smiled. "How...striking." Niah remarked. "Ahh, shame Fayje isn't with us." "I believe he mentioned something about obtaining a 'hot whiskey' recipe?" Ruha commented to her mate. "Ohhh, I see. Wait, finished already, Niah?" The Tundra was tugging the apron off. "It's been fun. It has. But I don't really need this...I was starting to think about supper, actually. Any Arcane recommendations. Ruha?" The party's attention turned to the affairs of the evening, while Fionne crumpled the silks as she discarded them.

[center][u]Challenge 3[/u][/center] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/49663251][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/496633/49663251_350.png[/img][/url] [outfit=1298663] Chronos sighs as he hears his score. He let himself get too self-confident after his high score the first round and lost some points in the second round because of it. After a brief moment of disappointment, Chronos resolves to stop wasting any more time on the past, and focus on the future instead. While thinking of ways to do better next round, an idea comes to him. He figures that an outfit change may help him gain a fresh mindset! After getting changed, Chronos plans for tomorrow's competition while organizing his station.

[i][b]Challenge 3[/b][/i] [i] Another long day has come again. All chefs have a particular look they go for. Show us yours, and tell us why you’ve picked out as such. Don’t forget to clean up your station for tomorrow’s contest![/i] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/58795795][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/587958/58795795_350.png[/img][/url] Gordon tends to wear his chief uniform when he is in the kitchen. He is a professional after all. It’s nothing too baggy or open, which could result in injury. The outfit consists of an apron, a chief jacket, cargo pants, a pair of slip resistant closed toed shoes and a head scarf. Safety first! Kitchen injuries are the worst, and Gordon doesn’t want to risk it during this competition.

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/61411131][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/614112/61411131_350.png[/img][/url][/center] "How would you change your look if you were a famous chef?" a fellow competitor asks. After another long day of cooking, everyone was cleaning up and sharing friendly conversations. "Uhhhh" Piff stammers, caught off guard. He looks up from cleaning fish grease out of a pan. "What's wrong with my current look?" He was quite pleased with his blossoms, and put in a lot of care and effort in maintaining them. He stares questioningly. "Ah" another competitor steps in, "you look great, but you don't want to add anything?" "Oh hmmmm" Piff stops to think. "Maybe a new set of tea cups, or some extra spare tea." Piff enjoys the downtime after cleaning up and sticks around in the group that's formed to talk fashion. He's impressed with some dragons commitment to their aesthetic.

[b]Day 2[/b] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/9623997][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/96240/9623997_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Lola fumed as she swept the remains of her last dish into the trash bin. She'd tried recreating a simple comfort dish she knew several of her clanmates liked for her main course - a simple Chicken Cordon Bleu. But she didn't normally cook entrees, and she couldn't eat meat herself, so she couldn't even sample her dish to make sure it tasted fine. No wonder it had failed. [i]At least the other judges sort of liked my dish...[/I] Nassau's and Aion's scores were the only reason she hadn't completely bombed this round. Still, there was always next time. Lola just had to do better in the other rounds to make up for it. As long as she did well enough, she could still come out of the Blasterchef competition with a strong showing. [i]And wouldn't that be something to brag about![/I] Lola hummed softly to herself as she imagined winning the competition, her silks and flowers swaying as she moved. As an elderly socialite from a well-off clan, Lola definitely dressed the part by draping herself with fine silks that complimented her rich colors and large sweet-smelling blossoms tucked into her feathers. Truth be told, she'd only picked up baking as a hobby during her twilight years, mostly out of boredom and because the Water clan she'd moved to didn't have anyone else who could bake the delicious cookies she grew up eating in the Shadow Flight. But she ended up loving baking more than she expected, and gradually expanded her repertoire to other baked goods and desserts. And now here she was, competing with 49 other dragons to create a full course meal for 3 finicky judges. There was no way a younger Lola could have ever seen that happening. [i]Fate moves in mysterious ways...[/i]

[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/7173591][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/71736/7173591_350.png[/img][/url] Chess looked over his scores - not too shabby! Clearly there were some divisions between the judges, so winning over all three at the same time might prove to be an impossible task. Even so, Chess gathered ideas for the next day as he wiped down his station with his black and white towel that he typically kept at his waist for easy access. The Imperial checked his personal herb basket to see if he needed to restock any of his ingredients. As an experienced chef, he also liked to keep it handy while he was preparing dishes for his clan and during the competition. His wing decorations and accents changed regularly for awhile, but he's stuck with this look lately. He isn't a bright or flashy dragon and likes apparel in colors close to his own.

[columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/58158714][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/581588/58158714_350.png[/img][/url] [nextcol][outfit=1298785][/columns] Gateau, though he usually chose to sport his more casual look, had opted for the outfit he normally wore in the kitchen for this competition. He loved a little flair whenever he was out and about, but in the kitchen, it was all about being practical. Quick clean-up in case of an accident, no frills that could get caught on surfaces, something that looked professional for greeting customers. He was rather proud of it, really. Even if he didn't look like a professional chef, he felt at home in his apron, familiar and faintly smelling of baked bread. It would probably need a good washing after this competition was over, though, he supposed. After all, fried chicken wasn't the cleanest of dishes to prepare. Though he regretted the extra cleanup, he decided it was worth it in the end, as he had received a higher score this round! It wasn't a lost cause after all! He even hummed a jaunty little tune as he finished tidying up after the second round. Perhaps he could find a little good in this competition yet!

I'm still figuring out her character fully but I feel like this would suit her, as a pearlcatcher she probably only really works with insects and plants so the tea apparel goes with that quite nicely. There doesn't seem to be any good clothes to fit the insect side of things though unfortunately.
She seems like a rather kind, quiet, and refined dragon to me at least. Probably makes some wonderful tea too


Despite today's scores, Kith remains relatively unshaken. One of the more difficult judges had liked her dish and considering her lack of skill with seafood it was a welcome surprise. Hopefully tommorow she'll get to work with something she's more familiar with

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/13027766][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=13027766&skin=13242&apparel=5402,31994,2565,440,20608,17918,10730,22834,20570,17906,10372,10750,659&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] Lizard meat wasn't a particularly common staple at Wayfarer's Rest, though Meringue had heard about Lesser Land Iguanas from a few travelers who'd stayed with the clan, and when she saw them in the pantry, she was inspired to utilize their rarity as a way to make the dish pop. And the gamble seemed to pay off. She hadn't broken the 20 point level like many other contestants had done so far, but her total score was comparable to last time. And even better, even though Raith scored the dish pretty badly (which she bedgudingly admited he was likely being extra critical with it being a meat based dish), he at least did so in a respectful manner. It was enough for her to relax her grudge at least a little bit. As she tidied up her workspace, she was particularly glad that she'd decided to swap out her chef's jacket for a modified one today. Meringue was a dragon who enjoyed some flair in her life, and when she'd switched from simple aprons to a proper coat on her promotion to sous chef, she'd asked the clain's tailor to help accent it with a feathered collar. Not only did it look nice, but it was also practical as an extra layer of warmth on particularly gusty days in the Windswept Plateau. But....after two days in the Ashfall Waste, she decided that that collar had GOT to go, and she managed to find a temporary replacement, sans insulation, that she could wear instead. ((And now for some more elaboration on her outfit since I couldn't figure out a decent way to include it in character ^^;; At least not in a way I could write up quickly before bed. When I first got Meringue, I basicaly pictured her as a fresh out of cullinary school graduate, so with a tendency to be trendy, which is how she ended up with dyed feathers (I ignore the Arcane symbol included in the accept and always disregard it in her "official" look). Nearly all the other accessories are primarily there to match those colors and pop out against her otherwise all white color scheme, the one exception being the arctic bags. To anyone that asks she'll claim that she carries common seasonings in them so they're always at hand...but in actuality they're really just filled with sweets and snacks that she can hand out to eager hatchlings.))

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/40520413][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/405205/40520413_350.png[/img][/url] * °~ [emoji=sun size=1] ~° *[/center] [i]'Well, that could have gone better,' Shuu thinks with a sigh, frustrations growing towards both the judges and himself. He will just need to veer away from fattier dishes, while also making extra sure that the flavours and textures aren't affected by it. As he begins to scrub down and reorganize his station, Shuu muses on what the unlikely future as an acclaimed chef would entail, namely how this dream-him would present himself. Something subtle, but refined would be it, an all-white ensemble with copper buttons and pale patterns embroidered along its edges, the classic long coat and slacks elevated with an elegant flair. No hat, but his mane would be stylishly pinned back and away, and black gloves and shoes to act as spots of contrast in the outfit. 'As expected, I would look amazing,' Shuu chuckles to himself. With a final check over his station, he is satisfied with its cleanliness and leaves for the little inn down the road...[/i]