❧ Dream| 004 [PUBLIC]
Clovis grabbed a kitchen knife and stuck it dramatically into a cutting board. He looked over his ingredients: sugar, flour, strawberries, blueberries, milk, baking powder and other ingredients. Simple enough. A gourmet dessert could be made with the ingredients. But...
A man in a black suit and with a microphone, covered in the shadows of the stage. When the spotlight shone on him, he threw back his cape with a swooshing manner and announced, "Cook a dessert. While you are cooking, your competitors will try to kill you. Good luck and make sure you don't get blood on your fabulous dishes. BEGIN." The sound of a timer started clicking.
Clovis scrambled to bring all his ingredients together. What would be the best dish to make? Ah, that's it! He began mixing with furious intensity. A pie would work best. He began dicing the strawberries, tuning out the sound of gunfire going on in the background. He could hear a Knightmare pass him from behind.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty! Show those worthless opponents just why Britannia won Iron Chef one hundred years in a row." Jeremiah's enthusiastic voice boomed over to him.The timer was starting to get into the last minute, but Clovis didn't let anything slip in his bold smile. It would be a perfect dish. Just the final touches...
"Thirty seconds. An incredible souffle going on in France...oh dear, seems the poor chap lost his head. That will be a serious markdown."
Clovis finished applying the strawberries. There! Do-
Wait. There seemed to be a loud click right behind him, like one cocking a gun.
Seems like time is up. Too bad.
[Clovis wakes with a start and turns to find just his Dreamberry. He sighs. He nearly forgot about the little device rearranging his room. A clearly tacky lavish room is seen in the background. Someone's been busy.]
((ooc: So, yeah. Clovis has been away rearranging his room. The. whole. time. And I'm sorry for totally disappearing again. D:))
A man in a black suit and with a microphone, covered in the shadows of the stage. When the spotlight shone on him, he threw back his cape with a swooshing manner and announced, "Cook a dessert. While you are cooking, your competitors will try to kill you. Good luck and make sure you don't get blood on your fabulous dishes. BEGIN." The sound of a timer started clicking.
Clovis scrambled to bring all his ingredients together. What would be the best dish to make? Ah, that's it! He began mixing with furious intensity. A pie would work best. He began dicing the strawberries, tuning out the sound of gunfire going on in the background. He could hear a Knightmare pass him from behind.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty! Show those worthless opponents just why Britannia won Iron Chef one hundred years in a row." Jeremiah's enthusiastic voice boomed over to him.The timer was starting to get into the last minute, but Clovis didn't let anything slip in his bold smile. It would be a perfect dish. Just the final touches...
"Thirty seconds. An incredible souffle going on in France...oh dear, seems the poor chap lost his head. That will be a serious markdown."
Clovis finished applying the strawberries. There! Do-
Wait. There seemed to be a loud click right behind him, like one cocking a gun.
Seems like time is up. Too bad.
[Clovis wakes with a start and turns to find just his Dreamberry. He sighs. He nearly forgot about the little device rearranging his room. A clearly tacky lavish room is seen in the background. Someone's been busy.]
((ooc: So, yeah. Clovis has been away rearranging his room. The. whole. time. And I'm sorry for totally disappearing again. D:))