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The Order, in its wholesome efforts to create a community on Ajan Kloss, had created a rotary domestic system whereby a collection of members would be expected to handle various chores across the ground.
To be fair, outside of a sulky few, it had worked. Individuals usually found hiding within the solitude of their rooms could instead be seen conversing and mingling in the kitchens if they were on cooking duty, or in the laundry rooms, discussing their favourite holobooks. Those in dispute with one another would often settle terms through tasty teamwork.
By all means, it was a successful operation.
Today, Byron was assigned to the kitchen. Since it was his preferred option from the selection of chores offered, particular over ones such as garbage duty, he had arrived first. The enticing scents of yesterday’s leftovers lingered throughout the area, providing a pleasant backdrop for those who were on the rotor today.
Members were required to sign in on the datapad by the entrance, and those who were assigned but chose not to turn up were subject to punishment, which ninety-percent of the time equated to a double-up of chores the next week.
Byron unhooked an apron from the wall beside the entrance and fastened it around his waist before approaching the cupboards, pulling out the necessary pots and pans, hammering the enjoyable silence with clinks and clunks.
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_The Order, in its wholesome efforts to create a community on Ajan Kloss, had created a rotary domestic system whereby a collection of members would be expected to handle various chores across the ground.
To be fair, outside of a sulky few, it had worked. Individuals usually found hiding within the solitude of their rooms could instead be seen conversing and mingling in the kitchens if they were on cooking duty, or in the laundry rooms, discussing their favourite holobooks. Those in dispute with one another would often settle terms through tasty teamwork.
By all means, it was a successful operation.
Today, Byron was assigned to the kitchen. Since it was his preferred option from the selection of chores offered, particular over ones such as garbage duty, he had arrived first. The enticing scents of yesterday’s leftovers lingered throughout the area, providing a pleasant backdrop for those who were on the rotor today.
Members were required to sign in on the datapad by the entrance, and those who were assigned but chose not to turn up were subject to punishment, which ninety-percent of the time equated to a double-up of chores the next week.
Byron unhooked an apron from the wall beside the entrance and fastened it around his waist before approaching the cupboards, pulling out the necessary pots and pans, hammering the enjoyable silence with clinks and clunks.
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