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 Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 6:15 am
Kitchen: Serving Rations
It's that time of day. Everyone is beginning to line up to receive their portions for the day. Oversee the process and make sure everyone gets what they need. No more. No less.
Step One: Dealing with disasters
Roll 1d6. This is a random event that happens during the ration distribution. RP out how your character handles it.
1. Someone suddenly vomits after eating.
2. A fight suddenly breaks out.
3. One person came to pick up their rations, but then left it on the table.
4. Someone trips and drops their portion.
5. After everyone has finished, someone comes in late, past the designated time to receive rations.
6. Someone's trying to steal some food from someone else's plate!
Step Two: Cleaning up
As always the cafeteria is a mess after everyone's all done eating. Time to clean up. Roll 1d100. This translates to about how much you've managed to clean the place.
Rewards
If you've written at least 300 words for this rp, you get 5 bars! AND
If you managed to clean up at least half of the mess (50 or higher), you get +3 bars OR
If you managed to clean up 90-100% of the mess, you get +7 bars
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Ghouliboo rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 6:16 am
Morning was not Lola Malcom's favorite time of day.
She was ecstatic to make it to officer rank. She'd never made it anywhere higher in her entire life. Leave it to the goddamn zombie apocalypse for her to ever see her first promotion. Sheesh.
But with great power comes great responsibilities, apparently, and one of those responsibilities included getting up at the asscrack of dawn to serve food to equally irritable individuals. She saw them all as they passed through the food line, picking up their trays for breakfast. There were crooks, innocent bystanders, prison workers. They'd all been fairly hostile to one another during the start of this whole rigmarole but as time had passed on, they'd become equals in their own way. Everyone did their fair share to ensure the prison ran smoothly (defense bunker, more like it). But every now and again, things would rile themselves up on their own.
This morning was not an exception.
"Hey - he took my ********' biscuit!"
"Not like you need it, shrimp. Some of us have to eat a decent meal to get some actual work done!"
She was brought out of her daze by an inmate and former corrections officer having a tiff over the stale, cold, nearly-expired biscuit that now decorated the prisoner's plate, nestled next to his first one.
Lola sighed. It would figure that the one job she got promoted in didn't come with a paycheck to deal with these imbeciles.
"Children, if you aren't going to play nice, you aren't going to get to play at all."
She reached over the counter and snatched both biscuits from the prisoner's tray. The large man snarled and reached back to grab them, but his huge knuckles soon met Lola's large, wooden spoon. "Try that again and I'll give you nothing but Goop for the rest of the week."
Her stern look did nothing to quiet the prisoner down. The threat of getting Gooped - the horrible mess of a meal Lola had once subjected some of the faction to, resulting in night-long vomiting - did the trick. Both corrections officer and prisoner pushed through the line without another word to each other.
Earned: 5 Bars
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Ghouliboo rolled 1 100-sided dice:
41
Total: 41 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 6:18 am
Frustrated and tired as s**t from getting up so early (only to end up dealing with ungrateful inmates), Lola flagged a couple faction members before they managed to sneak their way out of the cafeteria.
"Noticed you didn't finish your plates." Her tone was curt, eyes staring them down as they did everything in their power not to look at the short woman. "Now you get to clean up after all of those that did."
As the two sheepishly set to work on giving the cafeteria a quick, half-a** cleaning, Lola slumped down in one of the uncomfortable cafeteria chairs, laid her arms on the table and plopped her head down onto her arms. In a matter of moments, she was fast asleep.
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Ghouliboo rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 5:20 am
Another day, another meal time.
The morning had gone smoothly enough, no complaints (at least nothing that reached her ears), no grumbling, everyone shut up and ate their food. There wasn't much, in way of options went, especially considering the limited resources the prisoners had for food.
Breakfast had been a sort of oatmeal and biscuit. They'd managed to find some salted meat of some sort, but she was saving that for lunch. Can't spoil 'em too much in one sitting, she figured. Lunch was sandwiches, which was a rare treat, considering most of the bread accessible to them had long since molded by then. But they had found some during one of their explorations, enough loaves that could have the green fuzz chipped away without taking too much of the bread with it.
The same duo were at it again, however. The prisoner had managed to steal the sandwich entirely, when the corrections officer wasn't paying attention. He'd taken a large chunk of a bite - Lola watched him do it - before putting the sandwich back on his plate. As a result, of course, the officer turned back, discovered the sin and promptly began to scream at the other.
Sigh.
Grabbing her spoon, she approached the table and before either man could react, swiftly brought her utensil down on the prisoner's head.
"OW, hey, what the <******** did it again. And again. She continued to smack him until he grabbed his tray and used it as a shield against her onslaught.
"What the ********, Lola!"
"If you're going to behave like a child, I'm going to smack you around like a child."
The man had enough sense to look sheepish, especially considering how the cafeteria had grown silent, all eyes on them. Mumbling an apology, the prisoner turned back towards his food, staring down at his meal for as long as it took for Lola to return to her post.
She had enough s**t to deal with, without having to play referee to a bunch of grown men.
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Ghouliboo rolled 1 100-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 5:28 am
Once again, it was time to clean up.
Trays were littered around the room, though there was no sign of any leftover food. Which was good, considering how hard it was to find it. A few glasses had spilled, pools of water on various spots on the floor and the serving dishes still needed scrubbing.
Folding her arms across her chest, she shook her head. Not today, she wasn't in the mood. Instead, she wandered off into the prison cells, intent on finding the same troublemaker to do the same clean-up job.
If you did the crime, you were going to pay the time in Lola's kitchen.
Earned: 5 Bars
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Ghouliboo rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 6:31 am
It was dinnertime at the prison and for once, Lola was glad the day was coming to an end. While she'd grown to enjoy cooking for a change (which was surprising, quite honestly, as she'd had absolutely no interest back when she and Al lived by themselves and now she was cooking for dozens of people), she was ready to embrace her pillow. Yes, the uncomfortable pillow every prison cell got - but it was better than nothing, right?
Tonight's main course was plain - wasn't it always - with a stew composed of any and everything found in the kitchen pantry. Beans. Corn. Grain. There were a few peppers and a hint of salt to add flavor, but for the most part, it was fairly typical for what the prisoners (and everyone else) had come to expect.
For dessert, however, she and the other kitchen staff had whipped up a special treat. They had managed to find some pudding packets during the latest scavenge, enough to produce a decent looking parfait (she'd dare anyone to try to beat their creation with the limited resources they had available to them). Everyone who went down the assembly line seemed decently impressed, which helped Lola's ego tremendously.
As she was ready to settle down with her own tray and join the others, a loud clatter echoed through the spacious cafeteria. There, in the middle aisle, a young man had tripped over his own feet and fallen onto the floor. His tray had gone flying - the stew and pudding now painted the worn linoleum flooring in an ugly array of reds, browns and yellows.
While most of the others sat and watched the young man slowly rise to his knees, she felt the urge to approach him, if anything to examine the damage done to her cafeteria floor. She didn't know the young man - had seen him in the yard a time or two - but he looked absolutely crushed. Everyone knew that portions were limited, everyone given their daily ration. And his was now gone. Brown eyes looked as though they were about to cry; she'd guess he couldn't be more than twenty, though size wise he'd be good to weigh as much as a teenager did.
Sighing, she shook her head. Damn, if she didn't always fall for kids.
"Here, shrimp."
The young man looked up at her, confusion evident on his face. She thrust the tray into his hands, then moved her now-empty hands to her hips. "Try not to drop this one."
He began to stutter an appreciative thanks, but she'd already walked off. Her stomach growled, but she knew that her body, despite the apocalypse surrounding them, could do without the extra pudding calories.
Ah, well.
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Ghouliboo rolled 1 100-sided dice:
79
Total: 79 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 7:13 am
It didn't take long for the crowd to devour their stew and pudding. There had been minimal complaints over not having any "solid" food at the dinner table, most everyone too hungry to complain about the menu selection.
Once again, trays littered the cafeteria, leaving Lola with another hefty clean-up job. She rubbed her hands against her tattered apron and set to work.
A few minutes later, she looked up to see the same young man who had spilled his tray, now cleaning up the various trays scattered around the tables. Stacking them up, he meticulously made sure that no spill was left uncleaned nor tray left unattended.
She smiled at him. He looked up and smiled back.
Despite the tiresome evening, she couldn't help but feel accomplished, inside.
Earned: 8 Bars
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Ghouliboo rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 5:39 am
Everyone was starving.
No matter how anyone tried, the pantry was just becoming scarcer and scarcer. The scavenging was returning back with barely anything of any worth, but the numbers of people lining up to eat rarely waned in count. Numbers were steady, even despite the decline in the quality of the food they were being offered.
The kitchen staff would try to dress up whatever they found as best they could, make it look presentable and appetizing to those who were forced to eat it, but it just wasn't working by this point. Bread was gone, milk was gone, anything with any flavor had already been picked over and drained. Fruits and vegetables were practically extinct in this new world, save for a few husks of old corn they would find on occasion. Beans and peppers would pop in, now and again, but dairy, fruits - she wasn't even going to think about sweets anymore. Oh, how she'd kill a person for a chance at a piece of chocolate again.
They were at the point where anything they ate consisted of copious amounts of water (or black liquid found in the back corners of the pantry, shhh) and grain. Barely even considered nutritional, at best.
So when a prison faction member promptly began to vomit what food they'd managed to stomach down, Lola was not surprised. Disappointed, maybe. Ashamed...eh, she could only do what she could do, she wasn't a magic worker.
Leaning over, she offered the young woman a paper towel to dab her mouth with and the remains of one of the lingering bottles of water still by the counter. She'd offer the poor girl some more food but... yeah, no repeat shows, please. Instead, she assisted her up and back towards her bunk. There was nothing else she could really do for the poor soul.
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Ghouliboo rolled 1 100-sided dice:
70
Total: 70 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2015 6:12 am
Cleaning required energy and energy wasn't something that came to Lola very easily these days. She'd conserved what she could for cooking, alone, much less cleaning up the mess afterwards.
But these younger kids, they weren't seeming to last as long as anyone else, which was surprising, considering she'd always equated youth to tenacity and endurance. Go figure.
Getting down on her knees, the older woman scrubbed at the stains that littered the cafeteria floor. There weren't many food stains, no one was willing to dare miss any droplet of food, but their shoes and weapons (who brings a shovel to a meal, seriously, Al) left more than their fair share of debris behind. Dirt, dried, caked off blood. Who knew what exactly was being cleaned up - Lola just knew she needed to clean it up. She wasn't about to expose her kitchen staff or anyone else with God knows what new kind of infection, considering present circumstances.
It took nearly an hour to finish the scrubbing, one of the kitchen helps having wiped down the tables while another worked on the serving trays. Just in time to get started on breakfast for tomorrow.
Sigh.
Earned: 8 bars
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