11:58am at the refectory. The large cool eating area is dotted with a few students here and there. Along one side of the area there is a long serving counter with trays of fish fingers, economy burgers, shephard’s pie and something that calls itself pizza, but would not be recognised in Italy as such. There are also serving stations for coffee, tea, cold drinks, cutlery and plates.
Bae is sitting at a table alone with a can of Diet Coke to one side and a text book to the other. She waves as you approach. “So what do you need to use my fax machine for?”
”I lost my timetable for this semester,” you reply, “stupid, eh?”
”No, it could happen to anyone, but why do you need a fax machine, can’t the student office just…”
”No, I’m afraid they can’t. Trish told me that there are new regulations, and the ticketing system kinda imploded and…”
”Hold on,” Bae closes the textbook, “the ticketing system did what? Doesn’t that seem a little strange to you? Was anyone injured.”
“Jim-Bob said that two girls got pulled into the vortex, but I hadn’t thought about it much because…”
”Because you lost your timetable. Yeah, I get that.” Bae takes a sip of Diet Coke. “Anyway, so Trish needs to fax the timetable and you don’t have a fax machine. To be fair most people don’t. Especially not an IBM fax machine.”
The conversation is interrupted as Frazzle arrives. “You gotta see this, girls! This is amazing. I am going to demonstrate an incredible property of particle physics using only these sugar cubes,” a pile of about thirty sugar cubes pours out from his T-shirt, “and this styrofoam cup of tea.”
Do you tell Frazzle, “get lost! I’m shooting the shit with Bae here!”? (goto 23)
Do you tell Bae that you’ll be right back but you’ve got to grab some lunch from the counter? (goto 14)
Or do you await Frazzle’s remarkable exposition? (goto 20)