[9:40:09 PM] Dr. Freeman: So I just realized I need thunder to reveal tomorrow
[9:40:14 PM] Dr. Freeman: Cause I have things tomorrow morning
[9:40:18 PM] Dr. Freeman: =////////////////////////////////-----------
"And that's a wrap! Congratulations to contestant number seven for eating exactly... nine pies in the span of four minutes! Step right over here and we'll give you your prize. You can get up, right?"
The sun shone brightly over a park in western Sheillo, where a small fair was being held. Stalls, set up as far as the eye can see, offered food and games to the occupants of the park. Laughter and general commotion could be heard from every direction. In the very center of the fair was a medium sized stage with a table seating ten very distraught people. The peppy announcer spoke up again.
"And that's a wrap for the speed eating competition! You all head home and get some rest. Maybe see a doctor. If any of you need one, we've got some ambulances on standby just over by the dunk tank. Anyway, for all you people in the audience, don't go anywhere just yet! The baking competition is about to start!"
Backstage, OrangeMario stood nervously. Hands shaking, he attempted to stabilize himself with a nearby wall.
"Man, I knew this was a bad idea. I don't BAKE, I sell fruit! What am I gonna do?"
Malia appeared from a nearby water bottle sitting on a table, startling the spooked salesman. She proceeded to pick up the bottle and take a sip before walking over to OrangeMario.
"Relax, you'll do fine. You're certainly more competent with food than most of us, at any rate. Just calm down and you'll be okay."
"But they're saying some whiz at cooking is coming to this! I can barely handle a pan, and this lady can cook in her sleep!"
"Just because somebody else is good at cooking doesn't make you bad. I know you'll do great as long as you do your best."
"I'm just saying, I don't like this. I don't like this at a-"
OrangeMario was cut off by the arrival of a man holding a clipboard, an expression of boredom ever plastered on his face. The man seemed glued to his clipboard, not acknowledging the other occupants until OrangeMario cleared his throat. He gave him a blank stare for a few seconds before finally speaking.
"Mr. Mario, I presume? You're up."
OrangeMario shot Malia a worried glance before shakily entering the stage area, where a young woman with an apron had already set up shop. Stoves, ovens, cutting boards, and other miscellaneous cooking equipment littered the stage. The woman cast a glance in his direction and moved to converse.
"You okay? You look nervous. Here, have a cookie. It'll calm your nerves a little."
OrangeMario looked warily at the little cinnamon cookie presented to him before giving the lady an odd look.
"...Huh?"
Before he could accept the gift, the announcer tested the microphone, causing very loud feedback to erupt from the speakers posted around the stage. The unexpected sound startled Cookie into dropping the treat, breaking into many tiny pieces upon impact. She looked up apologetically before returning to her post.
"Alright all you people, welcome back! We're back with today's big event, the bake-off! To the cooks, your objective right now is to bake the best pie you possibly can. We'd have you make something else, but all our pies just got eaten! Ha! Ahah! Ha... anyway. We'll be happily judging your pies in ten minutes. And... begin!"
The two on stage scurried about their stations. OrangeMario was in the middle of preparing an apple pie when he looked over and saw Cookie already placing a pie into her oven. Before the oven had a chance to warm up, however, she was already preparing to bake another pie! This only served to energize OrangeMario, determined to finish his concoction before his time was up. When the time ran out, the two went to present their desserts to the judges.
OrangeMario delicately slip his pie onto the judges' table, the occupants wasting no time in preparing to eat. Slices were distributed and the judges chowed down, giving general contented noises. When the finally finished, the middle judge spoke to the fruity man, "Not bad! I'd say this is actually pretty good! You did a good job on this one."
OrangeMario sighed a sigh of relief. "Really? Thanks!"
When Cookie's turn came around, she apologized for the double presence of pies. "I couldn't decide between key lime and blueberry. Is it okay if I submit two?"
"Not at all."
The judges ravenously tore into the confectionery, leaving the tins empty in seconds.
"...This is the best thing I've ever tasted!"
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I apologize for the comparative length of this reveal, but I just couldn't convey things so concisely here. Anyway, it's feedback time!
I fully expect some sort of confusion as to why we chose Cookie when OrangeMario was already in as a food-based class. I actually felt that way when we were initially going over the class. However, Freeman brought it to our attention that Cookie would be easier to create an offensive moveset for, rather than the support-based theme OM got. This was actually a godsend, as we received a TON of submissions involving support moves. Coupled with the fact that OrangeMario was a fruit-based class rather than a general food themed one, we felt as if we could differentiate Cookie enough to justify her presence.
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