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[littlest_lord]

_{[When the broadcast starts the image above is shown with a short accompanying tune before it fades away to show Ciel and Oz looking rather dapper as they sit at a fancy little table with tea and pieces of cake. Both are smiling as they greet the feed as Ciel begins to address it.]}

Good Morning Siren's Port! Both Oz Vessalius and I, Earl Ciel Phantomhive, would like to welcome everyone to Funtom's Cake Challenge! Three teams will be pitted against one another to bake and decorate the most elaborate, captivating and delicious cake they can for the grand prize of one thousand dollars to each individual member of the winning team.

But, Ciel! Don't forget, if they fail to finish their cake in time, they'll forfeit the money. [ he sips at his tea ] Isn't there a charity we could give it to instead? [ mmhmm. he's doubting the team's ability to finish. Are you really going to take that? ]

Well, there is the Newcomer Fund, but surely one of the teams will win. Each team will be judged by our team of five judges consisting of Gabriel, Madam Red, Xerxes Break, Allen Walker and Franziska Von Karma. Do your best - they will not be judging your creations lightly.

[ Oz's eyes go wide ] That's quite a list and it certainly won't be easy for our players to make an impression on our judges. [ do some of them even taste their food? But then he giggles. ] Should we warn them to stay on their toes? I know of at least one judge who likes to show up in the oddest places. [ yes, Break. That's you. He has high hopes for you! Just don't eat all the cake. ]

Batter will fly and so will mixing spoons, I believe. Keep your wits about you, contestants, the whole port will be watching!

And don't forget, if you see something you like -- or dislike -- send in your texts, your comments, anything! Our contestants won't be responding, but they might just see something to egg them on because, that's right, they'll be able to see and hear every word of it too as we'll be broadcasting the stream right over their heads.

Honestly, I'm looking forward to it. Things could get really interesting, don't you think?

_{[Ciel nods in agreement, lifting his teacup off the saucer.]} I do. May the best team win - let the competition begin!

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[bratziska]

[ This thirteen-year-old judge is sitting restlessly in her chair, resting her chin awkwardly on her right hand, her left, dominant, arm still in its cast. Her riding crop is still within easy reach on the table in front of her, but she's not hitting anyone just yet. Instead, she's eyeing the Wii in the corner, starting her day's judgement by critically dismissing what counts as 'entertainment' these days. ]

[debtor]

[He notices her eyeing that thing— he'd looked at it earlier, but still couldn't make heads or tails of the device (or any of the others.) And she appears rather put-off by it, curiously.

So he comes to stand nearby, finishing off a bonbon, smiling affably.]

Er, excuse me, miss... do you know what that is? [Gesturing at the Wii.]

[bratziska]

[ She shifts her glare from the Wii to the boy who'd interrupted her angry musing, picking up her riding crop as she does so. She gestures at him with it in return. ]

It's some video game console. Why, were you thinking of playing it?

[ How childish. ]

[debtor]

[Oh dear. He pauses, wondering if he's somehow done something offensive—

or if she's just the ornery type.

Kinda seems like the latter. He raises his hands, palms out, as if to show that he means no harm, and looks between her and the Wii.]

...A what? How do you play it?

[It just looks like a white box...]

[bratziska]

[ She keeps the crop trained on him despite his submission, although she does not lash out at him with it just yet. ] I said that it's a video game console. A toy to entertain small-minded children.

[debtor]

[He's thankful for that, at least.]

I'm afraid I haven't heard of that. It's not a very fun game, then...?

[bratziska]

There's several games. They're all as boring as each other. [ A beat. ] But if you're really that desperate for something to do I suppose I can teach you how to play.

[debtor]

[Ah. He lowers his hands, and nods.]

All right.

[bratziska]

[ She jumps off her chair and strides towards the Wii without really looking to see if the boy is following. She turns both the console and television on, heaving a dissatisfied sigh at the game that they've been provided with.

Whirling around, she gestures at the boy again with her riding crop. ]

It looks like we'll be playing Wii Sports, unless you can see some other discs lying around.

[debtor]

[He does follow her, though not close enough to get slapped by that riding crop she seems so fond of swinging around. The television isn't terribly unfamiliar to him, but the Wii gets another curious glance.

'Wee' sports? Discs?] Er... [He... looks at the floor, and finds nothing that fits the description.]

No, I suppose we'll have to play the one you have. I don't mind that.

[bratziska]

[ She tucks the riding crop under her arm so she can pick up two of the Wii remotes, offering one to the boy. ]

It's not mine. [ She huffs slightly. ] Here, you'll need this.

[ With that done, she starts up the game, mashing the button to speed through the menus as quickly as possible. ]

Tennis? Bowling? Baseball?

[debtor]

[Allen takes the one she hands him, glancing between hers and his so he can figure out the proper way to hold the thing. So the buttons control the screen? That makes a bit more sense. He guesses.

Though he hasn't played any of those before, video game or not. Let's.... go with the first one.]

Tennis.

[bratziska]

[ She's not wearing the wrist strap because who does that. She glances over at him. ]

Are you left or right handed?

[debtor]

...Um, both. Will it make a difference, which I use?

[bratziska]

Of course it will. The game will register your movements differently, depending on what arm you use. Because they'll be different. [ She rolls her eyes. ] Obviously. [ She'd provide a full demonstration if she could use both arms, but for now, the right will have to do. She does a back-handed motion with the remote, and then swings forward; her eyes trained on the television where her Mii is copying her actions.

... Maybe she's not paying enough attention to what she's really doing, or maybe she doesn't particularly care, but that last swing -- is in the direction of the boy. ]

[debtor]

[Her attitude, while admittedly grating, isn't something he's unaccustomed to. And he figures a kid like her could something to keep her occupied until it's time for cake.

Besides, he really does want to see how this works. Not even the Science Department back home had devices like this (which, he's hoping, means it's safe to handle.)

So he just nods when she rolls her eyes, settling with his right hand and paying close attention to what she does—

AND NARROWLY MISSES getting whacked with the Wiimote, reflexively grabbing it with his left hand, lightening-quick, centimeters from his shoulder.]

Careful!

[bratziska]

[ She wriggles her hand immediately, determined to get it out of his grasp, a slight scowl forming on her face. ]

No, you be careful! Now, are we going to play or not?

[ After all that trouble she went to, setting things up, you've made her want to play, strange boy! ]

[debtor]

[He holds onto it for a second or two longer than is strictly necessary before relinquishing it.]

You were the one who swung it.

[With a sigh, he takes a step to the side, hopefully putting enough distance between them that she can't hit him with the Wiimote now.

But he does nod and gestures for her to continue doing what she'd been doing.] Okay...

[bratziska]

[ She notices that, and doesn't know whether to be irritated or pleased. She settles on a mixture of both. Now that the preferred hand settings now dealt with, she brings them to the main screen. ]

You do know how to play tennis, don't you?

[debtor]

[He's... seen it played! Didn't look terribly complicated.]

You knock the ball over the netting... right?

[bratziska]

[ Close enough. She chooses a best of five. ]

Right. Ready?

[debtor]

Ready.

[Gets into some sort of stance! Gripping his Wiimote. He just has to pretend to hit the cartoon picture of a ball with this stick he's holding, right! This is only slightly ridiculous.

Hopefully it's her serve, or this will be a complete failure.]

[bratziska]

[ Fortunately, it is her serve. Let the games begin! She's putting a lot more energy into this match than it really requires, practically bouncing on the spot as she swings the Wiimote. ]

[debtor]

[Aaaand

his Mii flails uselessly onscreen as he swings, jerkily, a second too early.

A scribble cloud of dejection floats above his avatar's head.]

Ah...

[bratziska]

[ She scoffs, and serves again. ]

Are you sure you know what you're doing?