HELLS KITCHEN | COOKING EVENT | TEAM 1

[Elias Church]

...Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Famous last words if ever there were. Not that the young pirate was coming to regret his decision, he was simply coming to terms with the extent of it's consequences. Everyone had heard of 'The Baratie'. It's renown spread far and wide; as far as the wind could carry breath so it's name reached. Unfortunately in Eli's imaginings, as they were, the ship now resting comfortably beneath his soles seemed a distant fancy. One his fingertips could never grasp. Ever.

Not that the decor or design of the vessel was bad, the various fishy accents managed to catch his attention in the wrong way and send waves of aggression from his brain to his fists. All of it paled in comparison however, to the God-awful trout face welded to the nose of the bow that gaped vacantly like an animal that wouldn't even move out the way for a very large, heavy, brightly coloured and loudly wailing object sure to introduce the creature to its creator. The contest he'd so elegantly and masterfully secreted himself into wasn't even an issue in his mind, the fact he would be forever associated with that would haunt him. To the grave, and possibly beyond.

"Needs must..." Eli exhaled under his breath, standing. Dressed casually, as he would describe it, Church had on himself a large, flowing black coat with white trimmings that reached his ankles and a pair of black hakama style trousers tied at the waist with a large white sash. He also had black military boots and gloves. Unfortunately in the time the coat has been in his possession, the right sleeve has been torn off entirely. Still, he loved that damn coat.

To the point in hand, and the reason why he'd made his way to a raised platform of sorts, Eli had secretly added his name to a not-full-team roster so he could actually in compete in whatever contest would earn him 50,000 in cash. He assumed it had something to do with food but really, he planned to wing it on the night. Or day as it was. Team Power Rangers it was. Not his ideal team name but he didn't really have a choice when he was several inches from being caught with only one registration form in hand. The other Rangers were sure to have a shock when they found someone up above had delivered them their winning ticket, but he was sure whomever it was would see it his way. More hands make light work and the chances of winning could only be improved.

[Event Chef]

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