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 Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 2:05 pm
Quote: [ JOB LISTING ] Cafeteria Worker [ DIFFICULTY LEVEL ] gaia_star [ TASK ] To serve special lunches to guests that will ensure their diet remains On Course For Success
The human staff has been taking a lot of injuries lately handling the dining periods, and extra help, even just for an hour a day, would help tremendously! The cafeteria is white on white on white. It's pristine. Enya plays gently in the distance. The guests sit themselves down at their tables with their very white trays and very white, very empty plates and try to very patiently wait for a server to approach them. You are their server. You are their savior. Roll 2d6 and complete the 2 prompts
You give them a Cherry Coke Zero for their meal. They cry in gratitude as others look on in envy.
You give them 6 peas. Talk them through eating every single one mindfully. Mindfulness is very On Trend right now.
You give them a Twinkie. Their neighbor sees this, a fight breaks out.
You walk a guest through eating a feast made entirely with their imagination.
You give them a book to read, food for thought is important after all. They attack you.
The single vending machine which only stocks small, fifty dollars bags of dried seaweed has not been restocked yet for the day. A riot breaks out.
[ UPON COMPLETION ] (  +1 Raffle Ticket (you can only claim a MAX of 3 per player this way!) +5 Currency
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and be blue rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 2:08 pm
The place was strange and, honestly, Ollie wasn't sure how he felt about it -- something oddly unsettling about the lines and tone of the Hmuan Corporation set him off, just a bit. So when they offered him a handful of positions to choose from, he hesitated only briefly before deciding that the cafeteria was least likely to be something weird.
To his relief, he was proven right. Working in the cafeteria meant exactly what it sounded like: serving food to hungry people. But it wasn't exactly normal, either. Something about these people seemed a bit glazed, a bit unreal, their plates very white and their expressions very hungry. He moved between the tables, poking through the mediocre handful of things he had to offer.
To the first person he approached, Ollie hesitated a moment, unsure what to do, before digging through what he had to offer and setting a cold Cherry Coke down on the table in front of them. Their expression was blank, confused, staring at it for a long moment before they reached out with shaking fingers to take it and crack it open. The tears of gratitude in their eyes made Ollie flush suddenly, confused and a bit alarmed, and slide away to the next person.
To her, he offered one small package of food, cracking it open to dump six peas onto a plate. So, maybe this position was a little bit weird, a little bit uncomfortable. he stammered his way through some bullshit about how good peas were, how slow chewing would make them seem more filling, his own expression baffled. As they worked their way through the food he shook his head, easing away to puzzle over this strange place and counting the hours until he could leave.
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