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Post by mama rea on Dec 25, 2010 0:52:16 GMT -5
GINGERBREAD HOUSE CONTEST setting up tables and supplies needed for the contest, f&e clients have been preparing the area around hachiko statue for the gingerbread house making contest! tables with name cards have been placed around to direct the contestants to their designated area, and there is a wide table in the middle with the needed supplies to make a gingerbread house! ☉ please keep your posts short! because we will have multiple people posting in this thread, it is important that we keep things going and still have some fun. eventually, the thread will come to a climax and we will have our lovely hosts give you the results. ☉ there is no order, please post as necessary. if your partner posts, you should do your best to reply as immediately as you can. there will be a post by the admin of the time stamp - every few so or posts, the admin will make a post of how much time is left. ☉ keep the bashing limited, please /o/ while it may add a fight here and there, we want to focus on our gingerbread houses, right? but no one said you can't fight so☉ a winner will be chosen with a randomizer~ ☉ only the contestants of the event will be able to post in this thread! - kobayashi ayame & otkada hitoshi
- fuyumine shigeru & nagasawa fuyuka
- natalie pontellier & cerise leblanc
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Post by mama rea on Dec 25, 2010 0:52:33 GMT -5
the judges were all ready to start their event. ryuuji, the short male judge, took the stage as his comrade, erika stood along his side. "contestants, please head on over to your designated table at this moment! our contest will begin shortly!" one could obviously tell that this young man was pumped. on the other hand, erika was hardly enjoying herself.
"damn, how'd i get stuck with you..." she muttered and ryuuji only looked back over his shoulder at her.
"hey, hey, i'm not that bad, right? besides, they chose you because you actually have an aesthetic sense! i'm just the mc~" he grinned at her and looked back to the ever growing crowd.
"whatever."
he chuckled, "alright everyone, it's time to begin! over here we have our first pair, kobayashi ayame and otkada hitoshi!" he extended his arm and his finger pointed over towards the pair that stood by their table. then his arm pointed directly over to another pair, a blonde and a redhead. "and over at table number two, we have fuyumine shigeru and nagasawa fuyuka! last but not least," ryuuji's eyes beamed as he pointed to the two westerners. "natalie pontellier and cerise leblanc! let's give our contestants a round of applause, ladies and gents!"
ryuuji cleared his throat and striked a pose. "the rules are simple, each couple will have an hour and a half to construct a masterpiece - make the best gingerbread house you can and f&e will surprise you with a grand prize!" he turned to look at erika and back to the audience. "the timer has been set, couples, are you ready?"
the fun was about to begin.
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Post by FUYUMINE SHIGERU on Dec 25, 2010 1:52:47 GMT -5
| [atrb=with,20%][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=vAlign,top] | [atrb=width,80%]well, this was thrilling, wasn't it? shigeru stood there along side his partner in crime for this event, hands in his pockets as he sported a stylish winter outfit and while the clothes were nice, they weren't really perfect for a cooking setting. it didn't matter though, shigeru was there just for the hell of it. "hey, fuyuka," he mused aloud over the crowd, "what do you think of our competition?" the blonde glanced over the two other pairs in this contest - another pair of a boy and a girl, and then two girls. he couldn't help but ask, the competitive side of his personality was starting to come out and it was starting to take over. humming lightly, he picked up a piece of gingerbread and placed it front of him, and then stacking smaller pieces on top of it. he rolled his eyes, "man, how do you even make a gingerbread house?" and this was a serious business question. shigeru had no knowledge of such an art and was therefore at a disadvantage. but knowing that well, fuyuka was a female and older, he figured that she may have had an inkling or at least some experience with the tradition and would leave it to her.
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Post by NAGASAWA FUYUKA on Dec 25, 2010 14:32:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=width,80%]nagasawa fuyuka, for her part, was largely unconcerned about the other groups. so there was another couple, and a pair of foreign girls; what did it matter? it was a ridiculous -- no, a pathetic -- hell, it was a downright stupid competition that only idiots would bother with. the cold was bad enough. the others didn't matter. she was more concerned with criticizing her partner. "you jumped into this competition without knowing what you were going to do?" she asked dryly, pulling off her gloves and shoving them into a skirt pocket -- she had dressed entirely too well for the occasion. "really, shigeru, what am I going to do with you?"a deft, aggressive movement (she was irritated, of course she was irritated), and then fuyuka suddenly had a tube of icing in her hands. "essentially, we assemble the house out of gingerbread pieces and seal it together with icing, then decorate it with whatever they've provided," she explained, as one might to a child, and then began sealing two pieces together. "it's not really a gastronomic delight. more like culinary gloating."
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Post by OTKADA HITOSHI on Dec 26, 2010 15:34:01 GMT -5
 ehh okay so maybe this wans't what he thought it would be. he always pictured things it would be like iron chef, people running around like chickens with their heads cut off. people shouting orders to do ridiculous crap. even if it was gingerbread house making the least they could do was to was have some epic music playing in the background. the drop out shrugged his shoulders. he signed up himself and ayame up for this for reason even he didn't know about. he just felt the need to so something like this, besides, they never hung out in a while and he had to do something with her over the winter holidays.
"we should be the odd ones out and do a spaceship." he said randomly popping a gumdrop in his mouth and chewing it. his goldish eyes glanced at the couple at the other table, "i didn't know this was a fashion show." he said shaking his head turning his attention to the girl at his side. "this is a contest so we have to win alright?" he said. if you couldn't tell he was in serious business mode >Bl
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Post by KOBAYASHI AYAME on Dec 26, 2010 21:05:57 GMT -5
 "So uhh..... Otkada....." She started to say only pausing to look around at the other two groups, one being an overly dressed couple and two foreign girls. The model couple looked like they had no clue as to what to do... or well at least the guy didn't. What a joke competition... what a fail move that this F&E company did. "So uhh... Hitoshi....," She began again, this time using his first name, "Why did you sign us up for this again?" Her tone was flat and criticizing, then again she was woken up a bit too early. All she wanted to do was sleep today but this boy came knocking on her door, demanded that she got dressed and dragged her off over here not even telling her what was up.
She grabbed the piping bag and started to stick some sides together, that was until Hitoshi mentioned to create a rocketship. Her face and eyes lit up as she quickly moved a few pieces around, "Yeah a gingerbread rocketship, everyone else will be making lam-- HEYYY Hitoshi, don't eat the candy! We only have so much!" She cried out only to watch too late as he popped a gumdrop in his mouth. Damn.
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Post by CERISE LEBLANC on Dec 27, 2010 3:14:08 GMT -5
"...gingerbread house. We're making a gingerbread house."
Cerise's tone was moderately incredulous, albeit mostly sullen as she spoke quietly, her stare fixed accusingly on the innocuous white tablecloth of their workstation as if it was personally responsible for her situation. "...I can't believe you signed us up for this, Gnattie," she continued with a huff, sparing her partner a brief, indignant glance. "You never struck me as the kind of person to stand around making gingerbread houses, of all things." She hummed tunelessly for lack of anything else to do as the judges made their boring opening speeches on the event. Such flowery, unnecessary words. They were nothing worth listening to. "Do they even have a decent prize for this? And what's up with the 'couples' theme? Whoever came up with this whole thing should go eat themselves. Not even the gingerbread—that stuff's too good for them."
To say that Cerise wasn't in the holiday spirit was an understatement. Subsequent to a failed Christmas shopping trip, during which rabid elderly ladies essentially trampled over her in their haste to reach major sales, ornaments threatened to take her head off, and other typically harmless objects made attempts to cause her bodily harm, Cerise had lost the brunt of her enthusiasm for anything remotely holiday-themed. That, of course, included this event. Gingerbread-house-making totally wasn't her thing. No lie. She'd sooner maul someone with ingredients than create a feasible gingerbread house.
...or wait, actually...
"Hey, Gnattie," she murmured thoughtfully, losing the previous sullen edge to her tone, "excusing your temporary lapse in rational judgment, seeing as you did sign us up for a gingerbread house making contest and all... Seeing as I'm crap at making this stuff and we both get a kick out of harassing people in general for no particular reason, can we chuck stuff at people? You know...generic food fight. Not our problem if people make a mess, right?"
[/color] Her grin was positively evil. It wasn't like there were rules against such a thing. That overdressed couple two tables down did look like perfect targets for flicking candy and icing, after all... [/size][/justify][/blockquote] |
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