Freshman Quest: Food Prep If experience has taught us anything, noisy packaging can ruin a perfectly good plan. Since the 'Great Sunchip Bag Fiasco Of Two Weeks Ago' and 'Twinkie Wrappers of Two Days Later', we spend some time to transfer packaging safely. This is where you Freshmen come in.
To complete this task, your character is given a temporary key to the food storage units. All of the food had already been counted and accounted for by the time they get there. Their only two objectives to their time in Food Prep are as follows: Organize by type (i.e. perishable vs non-perishable), and Repackage everything that can/needs to be. Once they are finished, they are to return the key, and their work is once more counted - to ensure they haven't taken more than what they are rationed to take.
To complete this task: - Roll 4d20 however you'd like. (You can either do 1 post of 4d20, or 4 posts of 1d20)
First Dice: How many pieces of food you organized. Second Dice: How long it took you to perform the organization. Each number represents one minute. Third Dice: How many pieces of food you repackaged. Fourth Dice: How long it took you to repackage the food. Each number represents one minute.
- Example: I roll 4d20. I get 17, 11, 11, 5. I organized 17 pieces of food into perishables/non perishables, and it took me 11 minutes. I then repackaged 11 pieces of those foods, and it took me five minutes. - You can make excuses as to why the numbers are skewed - in this case, I would say that something happened outside of the kitchen area, and they had to stop me from continuing my work. Or, you know, my character was lazy and the last six pieces sounded like much too much work. If you have excess (example: you organized 5 pieces, but repackaged 20), assume someone else left organized food without repackaging them. More work for you! - Once you roll your 4d20, and write a post of no less than 500 words, you can consider this quest completed, and may count it towards your rankings.
Obtaining Credits - Add up your dice, divide it by 4, then divide that answer by 2. This is how many credits you earn. - Example: I rolled 17, 11, 11, 5. I add them together. 17 + 11 + 11 + 5 = 44. I divide 44 by 4 and get 11. I divide 11 by 2 and get 5.5. Round up, and I managed to get away with 6 course credits.
If you wish to do this in a group: - You may! - Each player in that thread must roll 4d20 - after all, they're there to work together, not all do the same work. - Basically, you can just RP with each other while you play with food.
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OOC Rules - Assume the key giving, key returning, and counts are all done off-screen. You can just mention them in RP! - When it comes to obtaining credits, always round up if there is a decimal point. - This quest will be considered complete if you roll a 4d20 and write at least 500 words. Because of the ability to win a substantial amount of credits, we will be checking this using this word count tool, so make sure you are getting at least 500 words!
The key turned as the lock yielded before her. Her task for the moment was to organize and repackage food. It wasn't a glamorous task, but it was an important task. Without food, the group would grow weak from undernourishment. Weakness led to lapses in judgement, which would eventually provoke their downfall. That couldn't be allowed to happen. She was part of a group, and no one person could slack without the rest suffering for it. She refused to be that one person, no matter how unpleasant or tedious the job was. While she would prefer to have something a bit warmer for going into a food storage container, she wasn't about to complain. Whiners made excuses, winners made results. She would certainly put her time to good use, even if the air surrounding her was bitterly cold.
"Just focus on the work. That's all I need. Get in, and get the job done." Mustering her determination, she stepped into the storage container lined with boxes.
Opening up the first box by the entrance, the woman looked upon a stack of frozen meats, fruits, and vegetables. She hissed as she felt her fingers tingle at the icy sensation the meat produced. At least it wasn't in danger of spoiling any time soon. Though she may well expire if she didn't get a move on. The human body could only bear so much of a burden before it gave out. While she wasn't a slacker by any means, she only laid claim to a bare minimum of padding to insulate herself. It would be prudent to get the job done without turning herself into a human icicle.
Blowing on her hands, she quickly began sorting through the products, organizing them by their food groups. Chicken went over here. Peas went to this pile. Peaches needed to be set there. It made her glad she was a fairly organized individual, else she would probably have a hard time sorting through each item while trying to prevent to cold from distracting her. Each item found it proper place in a succinct fashion. Balance was necessary for a healthy diet. Frozen fingers weren't so good, though. She only managed to get through fourteen items before her fingers became numb to the touch.
Deciding to repackage what she had, she could tell her body was moving at a much slower pace than before. This went into a bag. This... sealed up here. Each moment felt like she was moving in slow motion, signaling that she was nearing her limits of tolerance. She was shaking quite violently by the time she managed to get eleven of the items successfully stored in their new packaging.
"I... t-think... th-that sh-should d-d-doooo it-t-t-t," Matilda chattered as she stood up. At least it would do for now. She could always come back and do some more later once she warmed up. It felt a bit lackluster to leave some food unpackaged, but the cold atmosphere would preserve the items until she could resume her work. It wasn't like she had papers to grade or curriculum to set up anymore.
Feeling slightly melancholy once her thoughts turned to what she had considered a normal life a mere month ago, she left the unit to return the key and report her tally. And curl into her bed to recoup a bit before trying again.
Course Credits Earned: 5.375 = 6 Word Count: 563
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Character's name: Matilda Baer Character's faction: University Character's journal link:X Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5"3', slim, short blonde curly hair, narrow green eyes, age 29, English Teacher.
Eloquent, hard-working, resourceful, and somewhat athletic. Also pessimistic, strict, emotional when stressed, and holds grudges.
Stepping into the food storage container once more, Matilda hardly felt like she was ready for another round. Pocketing the key, she left the door slightly ajar behind her in an effort to keep the cold in. Rubbing her arms seemed to be a useless gesture as she knelt down beside the boxes she'd been working from previously. It looked like someone had done some work while she'd been absent. Probably someone who was tasked with sorted and repackaging as well. There was still plenty to do before the job could rightfully be considered complete, however. Judging by how quickly the cold was affecting her, Matilda needed to work quickly.
Taking out a bag of carrots, she sorted it into one pile. A package of frozen steaks got put into another pile next to it. More steaks, they went into the same pile as the previous ones. Rubbing her arms once more to ward off the chill, she thought about what she would do once she was done. Her thoughts turned to how nice a mug of hot chocolate would be right now. In fact, a cup of hot chocolate and a warm, snugly blanket sounded absolutely divine.
Realizing she was woolgathering once more, she turned her thoughts back to the task at hand. A can of green beans. What was a can doing in a cold storage container? The fact that she couldn't feel the can worried her more. Setting the can down, she took a peek outside. The window showed it was still light out, but the sun had sank a tiny bit, betraying the passage of time.
It seemed she had been in the fridge longer than she had anticipated if her fingers were already going numb. She would need to wrap things up. Picking up the first package, Matilda transferred the carrots into a new plastic bag before setting them onto the shelf. The can got treated in the same fashion, albeit in a different section. As she searched for a spot to place it, she began to wonder how long this would continue. While she had no qualms doing her part to help the group, it was unnerving to wake up each day wondering if something would happen to end it all. Matilda had always done her job without complaints, but her job had never included possible mauling and reanimation. It made her pine for the days when planning a lecture or grading papers had been the biggest worries in her life. They seemed like small things in comparison to daily survival.
Placing the can on the shelf, Matilda realized she had been lost in thought once more. That was becoming a bad habit of hers. She had to break it before it became a detriment to herself and others. It was far too easy to fall into deep thought when nothing particularly engaging was going on, but it would be hazardous if she continued.
Attempting to pick up the meats, the woman found her fingers hard to manipulate. She had spent far longer in the cooler than she originally imagined. Despite how little she had done, she had to leave for now. Walking out and closing the door, she allowed herself a shiver before leaving to return the keys and report her numbers.
Character's name: Matilda Baer