ICE CREAM @ THE ZIPPY DIP!

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zippy dip ice cream eating contest!!

what's up?

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!

Comments

Jup Waits on a Pain

[gasgiant]

"Not serving looks, Mr. Paparazzi!" Jupiter is pretty much immediately distracted from the camera when she has the brilliant idea to put her brother in a headlock and try to give him a noogie. "Come here baby brother. I love you." she coos.

How has she not been fired yet?

Jup Waits on a Pain

[bigshoulders]

Ah, the familiar feeling of a sibling embarrassing him in the middle of a restaurant for literally no reason whatsoever. The camera drops into his booth, unharmed but free territory. He needs both hands to punch, useless, at his sister's arm. "I want! To talk! To! The! Manager!"

But it's not very loud, because he doesn't really want to get her fired.

Jup Waits on a Pain

[gasgiant]

"I am the manager!" she declares with more authority than is warranted by someone who is plainly not the manager as she tries to dodge Atlas's fists, hellbent on tormenting him. "Look at these flimsy chicken arms."

Either Zippy is deaf or he is well acquainted with Quigley violence after years of them, because he doesn't even look their way.

Jup Waits on a Pain

[bigshoulders]

It is possibly embarrassing, how predictably Atlas's outrage sparks at that. "YOU have flimsy chicken arms!!" He insists, reverting instantly to toddlerhood, and sending useless punches while trying to wriggle out of her grasp. He grabs on to one to demonstrate, and also attempt to duck under and free himself. "I could SNAP YOU and ruin your LIVELIHOOD."
He could not.

Jup Waits on a Pain

[gasgiant]

Jupiter's cackles hike up thunderously loud as she continues to make life difficult for her baby brother, pausing only to crow a loud, "Bugawk!"

Zippy Dip patrons are getting quite a show at this point.

But her baby brother is sufficiently distracted now, and Jupiter makes a grab for the camera.

Jup Waits on a Pain

[bigshoulders]

All right. So mid-noogie, the chicken noise makes him burst into laughter. So what. And it's absolutely a distraction enough; his camera slips out of his hands. He takes the opportunity to slip to the side and pull his most exaggerated pout. "Christmas is ruined!" He declares.

Jup Waits on a Pain

[gasgiant]

"Call me Krampus," Jupiter returns, sounding victorious as she leaps from the booth, nearly tripping over herself in the process, too much leg and arm to spare. She cackles, snapping a quick photo of her distraught brother, and then flees having never taken his order at all.