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Seiana_ZI rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-12)
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 Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 9:40 pm
Coffee. Ignatius honestly didn't know the first thing about how coffee was supposed to taste, or even what it was really supposed to look like. No one had any real need to drink coffee where he came from except if they were trying to look like a 'creepster' from Halloweentown.
So far as he could tell from that, coffee was some sort of murky substance that came in inexplicable sizes and tended to smell rather strong, and, frankly, not all that appetizing.
If he was going to choose to drink anything, well, it wouldn't be this.
It seemed that people were all-too-ready for him to make some coffee, though, lining up for him to attempt it. Well. Their dissipation. This would be a fun experiment, at the least!
His first request was absolutely bizarre, to the point where even imaginative Ignatius had to stop and stare for a few seconds, before repeating, "Slime Milk?" The exasperated reaper customer confirmed their odd order again, leaving Ignatius no other choice but to shrug. Slime milk. Why would one want slimy milk? Or perhaps it was the milk of a slime monster? Did slime monsters make milk? That didn't make any sense. How would that even work?
Ignatius shuddered, attempting to get the thought out of his head as he went to the refridgerator. Well, there was milk in here. And ... green stuff. He'd guess that was slime.
Lifting both out, he mixed them unceremoniously and pushed it towards the customer. "Next!"
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Seiana_ZI rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 9:47 pm
Ignatius found himself face-to-face with another impatient customer soon enough. To them, he offered a bright smile and greeted, "Welcome to Good Coffee, Home of the Good Coffee, can I take your order?"
"What--? Damn interns." He crossed his arms. "Look, can you just get me a slime milk? That guy's slime milk looked pretty good."
Ignatius blinked. Another slime milk?
... Well, that was exceedingly easy.
Surprised he would be asked for the same thing twice, Ignatius performed the same motions again, this time faster. Pick up the milk, pour it, pick up the slime, pour it, attempt to mix it together to make some kind of light green viscous substance, walk back to the counter and push it at the customer.
"Next!"
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Seiana_ZI rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 9:50 pm
Ignatius lifted his hand. "Lemme guess. You want a ... slime milk!"
The woman scrunched her nose. "That's totally not cool. I do not want a slime milk! Can you please get me an invisible soda?!"
"That would have been my next guess," chirped Ignatius.
No, it would not have.
Invisible soda? Maybe she meant something like Spookite or something. Deciding this was the only answer he could think of without just not giving her anything--he wasn't a reaper, he couldn't just make something invisible with the way of a hand or some kind of incantation or spell--he lifted up a spout and squirted a bunch of transparent Spookite into a cup. That worked.
"Here ya' go!"
"That's not what I--"
"Next!"
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Seiana_ZI rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 9:55 pm
"You're asking for an --"
"Invisible Ice Coffee!"
Invisible Soda was easy enough to do, but invisible ice coffee? Did coffee even come iced? He had never seen anything like a coffee ice cube. This was a strange request, especially for someone who did not know the last thing about coffee, and it quickly showed in the solution to the request he managed to puzzle together.
Since invisible obviously meant things like transparent, such as water or Spookite-brand soda pop, Ignatius squired some of the Spookite into the glass. He then took some ice cubes that looked like they had some brown stuff on them, which he assumed was coffee--and threw them into the glass as well. Iced Coffee! That was invisible! Perfect!
Ignatius handed the drink to the understandably baffled customer.
"This is definitely not what I order--"
"Yes it is!" Ignatius was already taking the barista apron off. This was boring.
"What?! I, you, this is a mockery!" It didn't matter what she was saying, Ignatius already left this problem to the next unfortunate intern that walked in...
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