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In the confines of the Paradigm Academy mess hall a small floating orb of amnesiac robot began to get to work. With his reactivation Afano had remembered his old purpose, cooking. He was once many things at many points in time. But with only 3% percent of his current memory the only thing Afano remembers doing is preparing meals for hungry students and agents of the Academy. That and an odd memory of chasing away birds with a chainsaw.
Outside the doors to the mess hall was a fancily drawn chalkboard that read the following:
Today's Special Breakfast Specials for Special Youngsters and Old Specials!
- Eggs Florentine
- Fresh Homefries
- Afano's Famous Breakfast Burritos! (Both Mild & Spicy)
- Protein Smoothie
- NON STOP INFINITE PANCAKES!
As the morning sun began to rise Afano had put the finishing touches on his debut breakfast buffet. He remembered something new. The feeling of people eating his cooking. The warmth it gave them inside. He remembered what it was like to feel that warm from inside his old metal shell. But for now he waited for that first lucky student to come through the door.
For the first time since coming to Paradigm Mike found something that made him super excited. He loved Pancakes. Especially with warm maple syrup. Oh sweet sweet pancakes please be real.
He hurries to the front of the line, speed walking past slower moving students so he can get there before the pancakes run out. Cause they couldn't really be infinite. Could they?
Piper hadn't been sleeping well since her busy day, learning Paradigm held so many of her secrets in their hands. She had tried whatever she could to get her mind off of it, but not even praying was working anymore. It seemed nothing would.
She abandoned the comfort of her bed early and made her way towards the cafeteria, thinking about all of the agents who had fallen in hope of victory, of the stranger with the alcohol, and of her name and who she was. Would Sarah be willing to risk her life for this war?
Piper certainly was.
She sighed as she stepped into the room, wrapping her arms around herself and looking for food. Preferably something hot.
Mike is greeted by a little floating blue eyed robot getting waaaaaaay to close to his face!
"GOOOOOOOD MORNING MR..."
Afano does a quick scan of his ID Tag.
"Daniels!"
The little robot pulls back quickly behind his little breakfast bar. The bar is full of all the listed items. Perhaps a little bit over-full. Maybe more like over-flowing. There was way too much food. Including a massive stack of fresh pancakes with self serve fruit and syrup.
"What would you like this morning Mr. Daniels!?"
I am exicted!
[edit for Piper]
"Ohh! Ohh! Hi there Miss.......White! Are you hungry! I can fix that! I want to fix that!"
Afano's hyper activity may be just a bit too jarring for the early to rise students.
« Last Edit: Oct 29, 2015 19:23:56 GMT -6 by A.F.A.N.O. »
Piper couldn't help but flinch, glaring at that blasphemous kid. She had half a mind to walk right back out. He was too loud and she was too tired. "It's five in the bloody morning. Can't you calm the hell down?" She muttered before turning back to the robot.
Well. Robot. That was... New. "Are you... Wait, what? How did you know my name?"
Very little could get Aaron Silverman awake at 4:45 AM. Hearing about a super cooking robot offering infinite free breakfast was one of those things, especially when he heard about it via a friend calling nonstop. He'd almost called Brad some very unkind things but held back, promised he'd check it out. So he'd gone to bed early, woken up even earlier, taken his shower and done his exercises before throwing on some clothes and coming down here.
It would put his mind on things other than word of the deaths of those agents circling round campus, the explosions that sounded so like stories he'd heard of the war. His own dread of what might be coming, the need to be stronger than he was. And besides, he was hungry.
...How the hell were so many people willing to get up so early for this? He trudged up and up the line, letting Mike shove ahead of him with a weary little smile and not noticing Piper at first, waiting to see where this would all go. When he came to the head of the line, he was rubbing sleep out of his eyes and grumbling at the yelling, but he had to admit - it all smelled delicious.
He would wait his turn and decide on what he wanted. Flying chefbots weren't the strangest thing he'd ever heard of with Paradigm.
« Last Edit: Oct 30, 2015 1:11:23 GMT -6 by Aaron Silverman »
"I scanned you silly! With my secret scanning powers of...."
Afano stopped mid sentence and slowly rotated toward Mike.
"A-A-A-ALL!?!?!? Th-there's...you can't...is...is this the sarcasm?"
No. There's now way a human man could eat that many pancakes. There were at least 50 stacked on the bar and supplies to make 200 more. It had to be impossible. It had to be.
"Oh hey. How are you doing?" He'd ask Piper in a pleasant enough tone before giving Aaron a quick wave. He didn't expect to see him up so early either.
She glared rather obviously at Mike as he turned to speak to her, but whether it was from how exhausted she was or the fact that he was, in her mind, a stupid and useless kid, wouldn't be too obvious. Instead, she moved over to Aaron, rubbing at her eyes.
"Five in the bloody morning... Who the hell wakes up this early? She asked, mostly to herself. She had to keep herself from leaning against Aaron, however, exhausting dragging her downward.
One hand thrust out to grab the shake and the other to grab Aaron, a look of surprise crossing her features. She had half a mind to use the damn robot as a soccer ball...
Still, she had to admit, the shake was pretty good.
Sputtering slightly, she curled into Aaron, as if he could somehow protect her. "It's good and all that, but be careful! What if I was allergic to mangoes?!" Normally, she wouldn't be so crass, but with so little sleep, she was doing well just staying upright.
"Nonsense, I know what you are and aren't alergic to. Super secret scanning powers re-"
For a third time Afano stops. It's unclear how many time he spins around before refocusing on Mike.
"You're serious? You want all of them....Fine! Let's start you off with the 50 made so far!"
If Afano could grin he would. But he can't. He lacks a face. But he's grinning on the inside. The thought of someone enjoying his food until their death fills Afano with a weird but familiar feeling. He thinks about chainsaws again.
Aaron gave Mike a nod, then blinked when he spotted Piper heading over to him. You'd think being one of the only people in the line with green hair, she'd've stuck out like a sore thumb, but he wasn't exactly running on all cylinders. At least she'd get a "Morning, Piper" from him.
Luckily, his reflexes were working just fine, as he took the yelling robot's suddenly offered burrito and managed not to drop it. Hadn't his parents mentioned things like this from their primes? He couldn't recall.
He didn't get a chance to say anything to the comment about the early hour, as she abruptly curled into him after tasting the shake Yelling Robot slapped into her hands. That was like leaning against a wall, luckily, and the surprise sort of washed numbly over him considering how weird this morning already was.
Besides, he didn't mind Piper grabbing on to him. He'd put an arm around her if she let him.
"Are you?" Allergic to mangoes, he means. It's half joke, half curiosity. Meanwhile, the gathered students seem to be forming an audience for Mike's pancake challenge, so Aaron looks up to see what's going on.
There's Mike talking to him, too. How the hell did this guy have so much energy right now? He looked over to his roommate and gave him a nod.
"Give it your best shot."
« Last Edit: Oct 29, 2015 20:15:11 GMT -6 by Aaron Silverman »
She let him put an arm around her and leaned further into him, cradling the glass she had been forced. Shaking her head into his shoulder, she silently let him know that she wasn't, in fact, allergic to anything. It was just a tired point that had fallen on deaf robot. She was actually too exhausted to even realize just how much this thing might know about her. Instead, she just sleepily clung to her friend, eyes fluttering closed.
If he led her to watch Mike, she would let him, but she wouldn't pay him any mind. She just sipped from her shake, the exact opposite of what she was looking for, but still delicious nonetheless. She took a deep breath and cradled it against her chest, looking zombie-like.
Mike couldn't care less what the robot was on about as he took his loaded tray to the nearest table and would pour on the syrup. He was surprised that people wanted to watch this, and found himself eyeing them warily. He wasn't used to being in the spotlight like this...
Now he couldn't fail. He needed to do this. His pride was on the line! He would start chowing down!
Directed at chefbot! Was that genuine annoyance in his voice? Animal cruelty was not funny, especially not directed at puppies.
Getting a seat was probably a good idea, though. His unasked-for but tasty-smelling burrito was still on a plate in his hand, his body was demanding to know why he'd woken it up so early - 8 was acceptable, 7 was pushing it, 5 was grounds for Formal Complaint - and Piper looked like if she weren't clinging to him she'd've fallen, snoring, flat on her face.
Seriously, couldn't this robot have done its thing at a more seemly hour? A crowd was gathering around Mike's table, buzzing with uncharacteristic anticipation for a time the sun wasn't even up, and Aaron headed over to one of the quieter tables, Piper in tow. Still possible to get a view of Mike's little challenge at this angle, but with enough distance they weren't right in the middle of it. If - probably when - he failed, maybe he'd see if she wanted some. They smelled good.
She looked half dead, though, as they sat down. Even moreso than Aaron himself, who had to cover a yawn that could have inhaled his breakfast. He tucked in slowly, mulling the taste over before he said anything to her, to see if she was even all there.
She sipped idly on the shake as Aaron sat her down, trying not to fall over. She couldn't remember the last time she had gotten restful, uninterrupted sleep... Probably the last night she had spent with Him, a week prior. Had it really only been a week? She shook her head gingerly and leaned against the strength that was her companion, a frown upon her face.
"Sorry," she murmured. "I guess I'm not a morning person." She tried to shrug, but it came out more pained than she meant it to. She glanced up at Mike, as if checking his progress.
Aaron pondered whether to tell her one of the stories he'd heard about the old, old days. How one agent - wasn't he still around? Bigshot in one of the other branches nowadays, probably - would have the trainees all up at 6 AM sharp for training. Aaron wasn't totally sure he would've been able to do that every single day like the first class did.
"I'm not, either. Not this much of a morning person, anyway."
He let her lean against him and worked down his burrito little by little, occasionally glancing up to check on his roommate. One would think he was the world champion defending his belt, the way the buzzing from the crowd settled in. Or maybe people who've been up all night are easily amused. Whatever else was up with it, he had to admit, the yelling chefbot wasn't bad; Aaron wasn't much of a burrito guy, but this one was pretty tasty. Some milk would come in handy soon, once the spices kicked in, but sheer near-all-nighter apathy let him shut it out.
"You want any food with that shake? I can go back up there and ask chefbot for something."
Miranda was also already up, unable to sleep for long on her first nigh due to the unfamiliar background noise of Paradigm compared to home. Which meant that she was too tired to cook something for herself and had gone in search of something simpler. Turned out that meant the cafeteria.
She was surprised to see as many people up already as she did, but what caught her attention the most was the spinning robot eye-thing and other junior agents. Poor thing seemed to be having a heart attack.
Oh wait, there was a face she recognized. She went over to join Mike and the others while they talk about a bad joke.
She gave a shrug. Originally, she had come for food, and something warm still sounded nice, but the effort it would take to get up and get something was more than she felt like bothering with.
Besides. Aaron was warm and comfortable. Like her bed. It gave her the illusion that she could still be sleeping and this was all just a dream.
Or a nightmare, since Mike was there.
She paid no heed to the newcomer rushing to the stupid kid's side, and instead looked up at the robot. She didn't remember him from any of her trips prior, including her one with Arman. "He new?" She asked, yawning.