ICE CREAM @ THE ZIPPY DIP!

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zippy dip ice cream eating contest!!

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Hey y’all! It’s time for the annual End of the Year ice cream eating contest at the Zippy Dip. Come on down and say good-bye to 2019’s wackiest experimental flavors by over-indulging in loads and loads of them as quickly as humanly possible! The Dip’s been done up for the occasion, with streamers and banners in tons of bright colors. Today, tables have been pushed aside and booths magicked bigger so there’s plenty of room to mingle and snack on traditional Zippy Dip fare while brave contestants chow down at a long table in the center of the shop.

It’s out with the old and in with the new today: while customer ?favorites? like dragonfruit breath and ultramarine are being cleared out, today Zippy is introducing a new frozen treat for 2020: Spaghettieis. These adorable spaghetti sundaes come in a variety of fun flavors, finding creative ways to make ice cream, cookies and fruity sauces look like pasta. The new treat is immediately popular, and the Zippy Dip employees may find themselves preoccupied with prepping pasta sundaes...

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how this works!

🍨 Welcome to the Zippy Dip’s annual end of year ice cream eating contest! This Elflock Falls tradition is thirty-five years strong, a way to celebrate flavors past and send off Peckenpaugh's students for winter break. It’s a pretty big shindig downtown, held every year just before midterms.


🍨 Every year, Zippy rolls out batches of his most and least successful new flavors from the year to be sampled all in one go. While certain flavors will surely return next year, for some this is a final (and needed) send-off into the great big ice box in the sky.

🍨 Entry fee is 2 dragots. That's all you can eat ice cream for 10 USD.

🍨 Participants must eat as much ice cream as they can in a limited amount of time. Complicating matters is that each bowl potentially comes with a strange magical effect. One ice cream flavor may be so spicy it makes you breathe fire, another may make you hiccup confetti. It's hard to say which you're getting until right before you're digging in. For narrative purposes, assume each effect wears off after a few minutes, and you can have up to two effects stacked on you at once.

🍨 Mechanically, this game is run in rounds. Check in with an initial form (provided below) and wait for your roll. If you pass a round, reply to that comment to confirm that you’d like to proceed to the next round. You do not need to proceed to the next round, if you're feeling comfy in your current spot.

🍨 Last one standing (eating?) wins! Within the OOC mechanics, that means that whoever is on the highest round as of Friday, December 13th, 11:59PM EST is the winner. Your fabulous prizes include an 👀 interesting trophy 👀, gift card to the Zippy Dip, and a pack of tums.

🍨 Zippy Dip employees can participate in the contest!

locations!

⬦ THE CONTEST: Line up at a hot pink and neon blue checkered table to FEAST on some frozen treats! Post your participations forms here.

⬦ FOR SERVERS: Zippy Dip employees, come get your tips! It was all hands on deck today and each one of you was kept pretty damned busy between refilling contestant’s bowls and serving up those new spaghetti-like sundaes. While the traditional (vanilla, strawberry sauce, cookie & coconut) was most popular, Dippers were given the chance to get a little creative and invent their own spins on spaghettieis. Maybe they’ll get added to the permanent menu!

⬦ THE PHOTOBOOTH: The Zippy Dip always has a photobooth, but today it’s been charmed with new magical filters. Pop in and take a regular portrait or apply some whimsy to a shot with your friends.

⬦ THE ZIPPY DIP: The Zippy Dip interior is 1950s diner-style, all neon blue and hot pink. This is a familiar spot to most Peckenpaugh students as it’s the best place in town if you want a burger, shake and cheese fries to nibble while loitering. Posters advertising cool treats and neon lights promising a fun, friendly atmosphere hang from the walls and twinkling lights hang from the ceiling. There’s ample seating at booths and the bar, though most of the tables have been cleared away today to make room for the contest. Zippy’s manning the soda fountain and he just can’t stop talking about how much he loves that new mural the Aesthetic Magic kids are working on. Yinzer doing such a great job!

⬦ OOC - QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS!

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THE PHOTOBOOTH

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HOW MANY SOPHOMORES CAN WE FIT?

[circuitree]

"SOMEONE'S STEPPING ON MY HAIR!" Cedar shouts, crammed in a corner as they are, surrounded by butts and legs and arms and more butts. "GET ON MY SHOULDERS, THERE'S STILL ROOM FOR MORE."

HOW MANY SOPHOMORES CAN WE FIT?

[artistree]

"Are you sure?" Hawthorne asks, he's sitting dead center, and has some concerns about suffocating. He cringes. "Who's foot is that?"

HOW MANY SOPHOMORES CAN WE FIT?

[bigshoulders]

Atlas moves his foot over, even though he's jammed into the other corner and he's almost certain it's not his. He's also sure he kicks someone in process, but that's not important. "If this catches on fire, we're all burning down," he provides, helpful.

Re: HOW MANY SOPHOMORES CAN WE FIT?

[recordskip]

Skip possibly-helpfully wiggles his own feet, which are nowhere near the ground, in case one of them is the offending member - he is being held up by the force of bodies and the sheer chaos that the sophomore class exudes. "I'm fine with that, I've lived a good life," he says serenely.

HOW MANY SOPHOMORES CAN WE FIT?

[circuitree]

"WHO'S ON FIRE???" Cedar squeals and wiggles to try and get a good look at the mirror, but everything is just butts. Butts and butts and butts. "I SEE ORANGE, WHO'S THAT WITH THE—oh—that's—that's my hair."

HOW MANY SOPHOMORES CAN WE FIT?

[artistree]

"We have to at least fit a few more people in here, otherwise death by fire really isn't that imp—oww." Someone elbows Hawthorne in the nose. It's probably Cedar. "—ressive," he finishes, covering his nose with his hand, mostly unphased.

HOW MANY SOPHOMORES CAN WE FIT?

[bigshoulders]

Is it possible to get any flatter against a probably relatively non-sturdy wall? Atlas isn't sure, but he tries. In the name of fun. "Entire sophomore class dies in unexplained photo fire." He tries out loud. "You're right, that's better...okay that was my eye." He's reflexively swats at whoever's elbow that just was, praying, hypocritically, that someday they'd all at least learn to hold still.

HOW MANY SOPHOMORES CAN WE FIT?

[recordskip]

"Pretty sure the headline would just read, 'Entire sophomore class dies in fire; rest of the school says yeah, not surprised'," Skip pointed out. He'd been pushed even further above the struggling bodies, and his head was now at an uncomfortable angle in his own armpit. "Were we actually going to take a picture, or was this just a misguided suicide pact?"

HOW MANY SOPHOMORES CAN WE FIT?

[wrencredible]

Conveniently pocket-sized and apparently no more lacking in sense than the rest of the class, Bijou sticks a foot into the mess of bodies and hopefully gets a knee to push off on but possibly also a stomach, as she scales the pile to cram in on top. "No one's dying today!" she announces in her most heroic ex-Wizney star voice, and this is the moment she's supposed to brandish her wand to reassure everyone but she forgot to pull it out first and now her arm's wedged at a weird angle. "Can someone- grab my-"

HOW MANY SOPHOMORES CAN WE FIT?

[scarletthatfield]

Scarlett is more than happy to grab the wand that's now poking her painfully in the side. "Here -- this yours?" (She doesn't really care if it isn't.) She manages to thrust the wand up through a gap in the bodies, although she almost has to dislocate her shoulder in order to do so. "Wait, what're you gonna do?"

HOW MANY SOPHOMORES CAN WE FIT?

[circuitree]

"WILL SOMEONE JUST POKE SOMETHING?" Cedar shouts at what they're pretty sure is Willow's shoulder blade. "MAKE IT—HOW DOES THIS EVEN WORK?"

HOW MANY SOPHOMORES CAN WE FIT?

[artistree]

"AHH!" Hawthorne startles, throwing his hand forward to hit a button, but he maybe just slaps someone in the face.

HOW MANY SOPHOMORES CAN WE FIT?

[pageantree]

The 'button' is the top of Willow's head. "EVERYONE STOP!" Willow yells from somewhere close to the bottom. She used to wonder how people ended up trampled on Black Friday, but now she understands. "We at least need ONE picture out of this. SOMEONE has to be close to the button. Don't slap unless you're sure it's the button!"

HOW MANY SOPHOMORES CAN WE FIT?

[scarletthatfield]

Scarlett slaps something that is probably not the button.

PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO

[gasgiant]

"Aight, what filter do we want?" Jupiter asks, tugging on her ponytail as she starts to read off the filters, "Daguerreotype—am I saying that right? Yeehaw, Cat—oooo Dogwarts." Her attention tips up to the small mirror and she grins at her reflection. "Or do we even need a filter at all?"

PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO

[freyanorris]

"We don't need a filter but we should definitely have one!" Freya says, which is her way of telling her coworkers they're all hotties but filters are fun. "Daguerreotype sounds distinguished. What kind of look are we going for?"

PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO

[bratsquatch]

"We're... distinguished," Felicity agrees, the two words of the sentence sandwiched around a quiet but necessary burp. She scans the list of filters. "Oh! Maybe we should do a Vibe Check and use the results to determine what filter we should be using." They can take two photos, right? They work here.

PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO

[gasgiant]

Jupiter gently golf claps for the burp, then bobbles her head up and down in agreement. "Ooo, yes, vibe check to tell us what photo we should actually be getting." She reaches between the other two girls for the 'Vibe Check' filter button, pausing just before she presses it. "Any objections?"

PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO

[freyanorris]

Stupidly convoluted plans are Freya's jam. "Do it!" she says, jostling Jup's arm as if that's actually helpful in any way. "I want to know what my aura says about me."

PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO

[bratsquatch]

"My aura better say I'm a good girl," Felicity warns the contraption. She too jostles Jup's arm, impatiently trying to push the senior's hand onto the button to trigger the countdown. You know, like a good girl would.

PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO

[gasgiant]

"The best gir—" Jupiter starts to agree, but all the hand-jostling has her mashing a fist against several buttons at once. The photobooth flashes and clicks several times in rapid succession and Jupiter, at least, is dazzled momentarily by the lights.

"Oh," she says, blinking away fireflies as the machine whirs and cranks, preparing their first photo(s?), "I bet a looked handsome as shit."

PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO

[bratsquatch]

"Oh no dou--" FLASH "--bt."

The second photo catches Felicity mid-word. "Oh fuck me." She plasters a smile on her face and stares down the camera, determined to get the next one right.

PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO

[freyanorris]

Ooh, mystery filters! Freya, slightly more prepared than the others, manages to strike a pose for the camera just in time. "Ice creeeeeeeeeam!" she sings, baring her teeth in a wide grin while the photobooth flashes and clicks away. Eventually, and with much clunking and grinding, the machine spits out the photos and Freya immediately reaches out to grab them. "Gimme gimme gimme! How do we look?"

PHOTOBOOTH: ZIPPY DIP TEAM PHOTO

[bratsquatch]

"Oh we look banging," Felicity declares, before passing the photos to the others. She's giving off a neon aura, which she's interpreted as meaning she's giving off real party energy. She starts bobbing back and forth and sings, "We gonna party like it's sherbet day."