[TASK] The Ice Cream Job (Beka)

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THE ICE CREAM JOB

gaia_crown [ Location: ] Cairns, Australia

gaia_crown [ Images: ] x, x, x
General Info: It's time for some good old fashioned Human investigation. Get your holiday gear ready, you're going surveying, and maybe if you're lucky, you'll even find a Hunter in the midst!

gaia_crown [ Mechanics: ] You arrive at the location and find an ice cream cart. Immediately some lowly human tells you your "job" is to mostly stay in this one place and "sell" things. You can do this, you can totally blend in.

The cart has six flavours of ice cream. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, cookies and cream, caramel swirl, and mint chocolate chip. It comes with waffle cones, normal cones, and small plastic cups to serve in. If you horseman doesn't know what ice cream is, it may be a little more challenging.

Complete one six-hour shift! (You need a total of 6 rolls to complete this mission! How you divide them are up to you. This is supposed to be a fun rp-mission, the prompts are just starting points! )

Roll 1 d100 and match your roll to the results below. RP accordingly.

• 1-10 - A herd of six children come running up to you laughing. They all want waffle cones with three scoops, different flavours, and when you take too long helping one the rest start to yell and scream at you. They pay you with wet change.
  
  
• 11-20 - A police officer saunters up to the cart and asks to see your permit to sell here. Better think fast! (Feel free to rp the npc police officer ~ how this ends is up to you!)
  
  
• 21-30 - A group of little old ladies shows up. They proceed to be very kind with their orders, they also hit on you and/or stand around stare and ask for your opinion on various bathing suit clad tourists that wander by.
  
  
• 31-40 - No one has stopped by the cart in over an hour. You begin to wonder why.... when you notice a chocolate puddle slowly growing underneath the cart. It seems the chocolate ice cream has decided to melt for some reason. No more chocolate for the rest of the day.
  
  
• 41-50 - A group of very tall surfer people stop by and ask for waffle cones with double scoops. They all want chocolate. Their money is soaking wet - good thing it's Australian money and basically plastic!
  
  
• 51-60 - A little girl comes by telling you she wants to eat mixed berry ice cream. When you tell her you don't have any, she begins to cry. Then scream, then throw a full on tantrum right there in front of your cart. People are starting to stare.
  
  
• 61-70 - As you are scooping out some ice cream for a customer, a huge gust of wind comes by and drops a large dollop of sand in your cart. You now need to get that sand out - you still have ice cream to sell!!
  
  
• 71-80 - Seagulls have been watching you. They see their chance and a whole group of them move in to make off with your waffle cones! Will you stand for that?! [If you choose to get your waffle cones back - roll 1 d6. If even you successfully retrieve your cones. If odd, the gulls are victorious and even pooped on you.]
  
  
• 81-90 - A sudden rainstorm decides to roll in. The cart comes with an umbrella - but it's hardly large enough to cover the cart and you. How do you decide to stay dry?
  
  
• 90-100 - A man walks up and offers you 2 free movie passes in exchange for a dozen ice cream cones. He seems a little shady but the tickets look legit. The only problem is they expire today - and you're due back at base when your shift is done. What will you do?

 

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linnie

Beka considered himself a 'do what needs to be done' kind of horseman. He hadn't complained when he'd been sent out to monitor the desert indefinitely, ordered not to kill anyone even though he'd really, really wanted to. He'd dropped everything to return home when a dream had told him he was needed. Most importantly, he didn't draw attention to himself like those idiots in Conquest and War. He was a model specimen, and still he was reduced to this. Had he not been such a perfect pony, a stellar stallion, an excellent equine, he would have gouged this tiny human's eyes out with his teeth. ********. This sucked.

"What flavors y'got?" This girl's size category was 'small', which still only put her an inch or two under Beka's slight stature. He tried to work up a touch of snark over that fact to keep him going, but he wasn't in the mood.

"Brown. White. Pink. White with brown dots. Brown and tan swirl. Bird crap."

"Is da pink mix berry?"

Beka had no idea what the pink was. He'd been told what the flavors were when he had started this... job, but he'd been so confounded by his apron and the scooping stick that he'd promptly forgotten.

"Yes." He plopped a blob of Maybe Mixed Berry onto a cone and handed it to her, taking her money with a sneer. She made it ten steps and two bites before she started to sob.

"Linnie, what's wrong?" A dark-haired woman with the same brown eyes as the child hurried over and rested a hand on the girl's arm.

"I... it's... it's not mix berryyyyy. It's NOT. MIX. BERRY!" Linnie flung her cone to the floor, stomping aimlessly and growing progressively louder as time went on.

Beka didn't even really notice the stares. All he wanted to do was stop the klaxon from sounding before he killed it. He was only here to observe, not harm, not maim, not bite and scratch and kill. So he did the only thing he could think to do. With a full-body thrust, he flung Linnie's money back at her, freezing in place as dollars and cents rained down on the child and her mother.

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51-60 - A little girl comes by telling you she wants to eat mixed berry ice cream. When you tell her you don't have any, she begins to cry. Then scream, then throw a full on tantrum right there in front of your cart. People are starting to stare.

 

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mine

He couldn't tell if he was nodding off or observing the humans so hard that he'd gone blind to everything else, but there was definitely one moment where Beka was standing still, scoop in hand, followed by another where he was being assaulted by seagulls. He should have probably been looking out for something like this.

They swooped down toward him like they'd been planning it for quite some time, their flying formations and decisive squawks truly impressive from a tactical standpoint. It was probably a bit of a waste plotting against a creature who already had no ******** to give, but it worked out for the birds either way. They made off with all of Beka's cones no problem, leaving him to watch them wing away toward the water, secretly grateful to not have been shat upon.

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71-80 - Seagulls have been watching you. They see their chance and a whole group of them move in to make off with your waffle cones! Will you stand for that?!

 

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brah

"No cones."

"Brah, whaddya mean no cones? Isn't this the place for cone-age?"

Beka had been subjected to more hours of human television than he might have liked. He had heard people speaking like this on that foul plastic screen, but these were the first humans he'd witnessed who truly communicated this way.

"Birds took them." He focused past the surfers, pointing at the nearby seagulls with his chin. After a majestic arc over the ocean, the birds had returned to crunch on their stolen cones within sight of the cart as if they were hoping to piss the horseman off further. They may have been succeeding, despite his best efforts. "If you want them, go get them."

The young men looked at each other. They looked at the cones. And then, in some sort of strange synchronous affirmation, they nodded and strutted over to the birds, scaring them away and picking up the cones.

"Double scoops!" the first one announced.

"DOUBLE SCOOPS!"

They began to chant, only stopping when their tongues were occupied by chocolate ice cream. Watching them, Beka shuddered. Floor cones. He supposed he shouldn't judge, since he thought live beetles were a delicacy, but he was still judging pretty damn hard.

At the very least he didn't charge them. Who knew where their money had been.

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41-50 - A group of very tall surfer people stop by and ask for waffle cones with double scoops. They all want chocolate. Their money is soaking wet - good thing it's Australian money and basically plastic!

 

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brah!

Beka watched them leave. He also watched the startled seagulls reconvene and attack the surfers, restealing their cones and reflying out over the water.

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71-80 - Seagulls have been watching you. They see their chance and a whole group of them move in to make off with your waffle cones! Will you stand for that?!

 

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why so creamy

There was no hope of cones now, but the small humans wouldn't listen when he told them so. He offered to 'jam it down their blowholes', but they didn't respond well to that, surprise surprise. They circled his cart as he tried to scoop a cacophony of flavors into a number of tiny cups, the only containers he had left, and as they did, they chanted "MEANIE BUM LICKER!" over and over again.

An inordinate amount of ice cream might have ended up on the children. The police might have been called. Beka stood his ground through it all.

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1-10 - A herd of six children come running up to you laughing. They all want waffle cones with three scoops, different flavours, and when you take too long helping one the rest start to yell and scream at you. They pay you with wet change.

( swapping the prompt that was rolled here for the one rolled in the next post so beka can end punching a cop )

 

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the end

The officer approached with a smile, but it didn't last. Maybe he wondered why this ice cream vendor was a little too short, his teeth a little too sharp, his eyes a little too bright. Maybe this man might have made a good hunter in another life. Or maybe he just saw the screaming children covered in ice cream and decided he was done before he'd began.

"What's going on here?" This guy had the accent Beka had expected from this place, all missing Gs and wacky vowels.

He shrugged. Anything he said now would only incriminate him further.

"You got a license for that stuff?"

He most certainly did not. Beka looked from the cop to the children to his temporary cart, pulled back his fist, and socked the human in his gut.

And then, he was gone.

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11-20 - A police officer saunters up to the cart and asks to see your permit to sell here. Better think fast!