Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20170711055926/@comment-26104528-20171122041506

The next day...

The student dining hall, and probably one of the first things to go Edom's way, just so happened to be located on the ground floor of his exact building, requiring no need to venture out into the snow. Just coming down the stairs an already the smell of all sorts of foods could be smelled. Pancakes, Bacon, Oatmeal, Coffee and other 'American' fares along more exotic and local foods such as frybread, shredded lamb, butter tea, dumplings...

On both sides of the room were several robotic chefs, mechanical torsos that slid back and forth on tracks next to several ovens, stoves, minifriedges, etc. Attached to thier beltline regions was a small bucket of hot soapy water and a dryer of some sort, in addition to a wide variety of kitchen tools. It seemed totally unnessecary, but the heads were even shaped like chefs hats.

On the far end of the room was a den with couchs and coffee tables next to a fireplace shaped like a furnace topped with yet another Art Deco statue of Usorobai, overlooking a handful of students drinking coffee and either doing homework or napping in the warmth.

NotTrigo walks up to an open counter, and the robochef there turns towards him. In a soothing monotone, it asks.

"Good Morning, please present your scroll with your digital ID." NotTrigo, with a clumsy flip to open it, does so and the robochef stares intensely at it for a good few seconds, its eye flashing as it scans the ID.

"Your student account has a balance of 0 lien. Would you like to pay using credit card?"

"Sure thing, ace." NotTrigo replies as he takes out his card with a JPEG. of a single cardamom seed on it. Fortunatly, the robochef's software is smart enough to hear through accents. Taking NotTrigo's card, the robot places its thumb over the chip and after a few seconds, its eye turns green and it places the card back in NotTrigo's hand.

"Transaction was sucessful. What would you like to eat this morning?"

"Lemme get an irish coffee and a stack of pancakes."

"Unfortunatly, liquor is not served until brunch hours between 10 AM and 12 PM. Would you like a normal coffee instead?"

"Can I get a mimosa then, ace?"

"Unfortunatly, liquor is not served until brunch hours between 10 AM and 12 PM. Would you like normal fruit juice instead?"

"Ugh. Fine...Orange Juice and Pancakes."

"I will text you when your breakfast is ready. Please, seat yourself." the robochef gestured towards the many hexagonal tables before spinning around and retrieivng a thing of pancake mix from the cabinet.

Shuffling towards a table close to the door, NotTrigo takes a seat, yawns, and fiddles with his scroll for a few seconds.

"So...tell me I'm not just fanboying but does this new guy on Flagg's Board look an awful lot like the Trigo Cardamom?" he presents his scroll to his friend, now open to one of Flagg's investor relations pages.

"I think it's the eyes..."