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 Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 10:41 pm
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.Quote:
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!
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 4 20-sided dice:
20, 20, 15, 13
Total: 68 (4-80)
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 10:42 pm
He rolled the key around in his palm before pocketing it. The food storage unit key was for when everything was done - for when he had sorted and re-wrapped. Sighing, Harvard began to grab food that was unsorted. He wondered, arms full, what the exact quantitative amount of an 'armful' was. If he counted, he thought he could find out. Sort of. But would it be worth it? He dumped the food unceremoniously on one of the flat surfaces in the kitchen - thankfully this area was kept clean - and began to pick and choose. Perishables to the right, non perishables to the left. Harvard spent a rather unfortunate amount of time deciding if a twinkie was perishable or not. Eventually, he tentatively decided on 'not'. Twinkies and cockroaches would survive any apocalypse. After twenty minutes, Harvard stopped. Twenty minutes was an excellent, even amount of time, and if he did any more sort he would go mad from boredom.
It turned out an 'armful' was ten, because Harvard had two arms and carried 20 different food items. Twenty things in twenty minutes was not great, but it was an evenness that even someone who wasn't a math professor could appreciate. Now he just needed to repackage everything. Harvard rolled up his sleeves and began the job.
First there was that awful twinkie. Blobs of air and sugar and chemicals, Harvard thought, but good for a sugar boost in the middle of things The crinkly wrapper, however, would be a dead giveaway. 'Dead'. He laughed at his own pun while tearing open the wrapper. A person outside would certainly be dead if that wrapper gave them away. He paused, crinkling the wrapper more in his fingers. Did the infected possess regular, enhanced, or deficient senses? He frowned. Tossing the wrapper in the trash bin, he began to re-package the food. Plastic wrap made considerably less noise in the field than regular plastic. Once he wrapped off the ends successful, he set it aside. On to the next.
The next piece of food was only an apple. Perishable, but requiring no further packing from him. He set it aside. And so it went. An orange - which he peeled, sectioned, and placed in a bag. A tin of beans.... who would eat beans outside the safety of the university when there were so many other choices? Harvard carefully folded the next thing in heavy paper - some sort of pre-made sandwich. ********, he thought, this was the most boring duty in the entire world. So, he took his time cataloging the people he'd met. Well, the people he'd played with, a little.
Dr. Kendall was interesting, almost borderline disturbing, but that made things exciting. He enjoyed the verbal sort of puzzles they wound around themselves - blatant without being blatant. And there was Nicki, the sweet little shy thing. She was fun to pursue, but Harvard knew he'd ultimately be disappointed if he followed through. The fun was all in the chase, in the blushes, in the not-quite innuendos. Austin he hadn't planned on even entertaining, but that turned out to be fun as well. Before he knew it, Harvard was done - fifteen pieces of food repackaged (five did not require it) in thirteen minutes. He began to pack everything away.
[Earned 9 credits.]
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