{"kind":"task","effective_mode":"full","benchmark":{"kind":"benchmark","effective_mode":"full","slug":"musr","formal_name":"MuSR","introduction":"MuSR poses multistep soft reasoning problems over algorithmically generated narratives. It has three domains — murder mysteries, object placements and team allocation — and this catalogue imports all three domains, 756 problems in total.","introduction_ja":"","introduction_en":"","category":"Category not supplied","task_count":null,"acquisition_status":"Acquisition status not supplied","official_url":"https://zayne-sprague.github.io/MuSR/","indexing_mode":"index","profile":{"resources":[],"task_format":"","scoring":"","metric":"","size":"","answer_access":"","license":"","citation":"","maintainer":"","released":"","why_hard":"","related":[],"history":"","construction":"","limitations":"","saturation":"","scores":[]}},"task_id":"2f7ab0e4-e8bd-50e8-bf02-6866f45a5fee","task_key":"default--object~5fplacements--2f7ab0e4-e8bd-50e8-bf02-6866f45a5fee","task_revision_id":"1","upstream_id":"","short_description":"Which location is the most likely place Louis would look to find the salt shaker…","config":"default","split":"object_placements","body":"{\"choices\":\"['cooking station', 'dining tables', 'pantry', 'pantry ', 'upper cabinet']\",\"narrative\":\"The restaurant was bustling with customers, hanging onto the savoury scent of Louis's celebrated dishes. The maestro of the kitchen himself was preparing his signature dish, requiring his cherished spice rack which everyone knew was smartly sorted in the pantry. Louis's brow would furrow in concentration as he selected the perfect blend of spices, knowing each order was crucial for the restaurant's reputation. \\n\\nEmily, the attentive waitress, was proficiently darting among the tables, delivering orders to Louis with graceful speed. She was a blur of efficiency, her eyes constantly tracking the salt shakers which were conspicuously placed on each dinner table. The knowledge of their location would come handy when her customers needed a bit more seasoning.\\n\\nRobert, was a quiet, but steadfast presence. The attendant was always amidst the clamour, skillfully manoeuvring to keep the kitchen immaculate despite the constant rush. But they all worked in harmony, each fully aware of the other's needs, and the optimum locations of all kitchen equipment and ingredients. The dining room echoed with laughter, glasses clinked and cutlery clattered. Everyone knew exactly where everything was, from Louis's important spice rack to the humble salt shaker on the dining tables, making the evening run like a well-oiled machine.\\n\\nAs anticipation coursed through his veins, Louis meticulously moved his cherished spice rack from the pantry to his bustling cooking station, laying the groundwork for his world-renowned signature dish. In the bustling heart of the establishment, Louis, the sought-after culinary expert, was absorbed in his work. His treasured assortment of spices in transit from pantry to stove, a key player in the creation of the day's special. Simultaneously, Emily was skillfully managing a customer's request away in the remote corner. Smoothly dancing through the tables and chairs, her focus never wavering from her key responsibility - ensuring all orders were accurate and prompt, her mirror-like tray reflecting the strung lights hanging from the ceiling.\\n\\nOn the other side of the chessboard-like restaurant floor, Robert, with an ever-watchful eye on Louis, was engaged in the process of tidying utensils near the master's working nest. The cacophony of clattering cutlery falling into their boxes was like music to him - a clear sign of progress in maintaining the cleanliness in the storm of orders. Lack of garbage bin aside, he was able to keep the kitchen neat. The orchestra of service was in full swing, attracting a crowd bathed in golden light of hospitality.\\n\\nRobert, perhaps the unsung hero of the restaurant, carefully transferred Louis's arsenal of spices to the upper cabinet, a choir of clinking glass announcing the relocation. Clearing the cooking station, he serviced the area with diligent sweeps and scrubs, preparing for another wave of culinary brilliance. Louis was in the thick of the action, engrossed in explaining the nuances of the day's specials to his sous-chef who hung on his every word. Around him, the kitchen hummed with familiar sounds. The heat from the large oven partially impeded his sight, injuries from it were not an unknown territory, but he had dishes to prepare, orders to fulfil. \\n\\nEmily, quick on her feet and eagle-eyed, was in her element, introducing a table of newcomers to the offerings of the restaurant. The curious and hungry eyes on her, and probably the menu, did not, however, hinder her rhythm, she effortlessly made her way between the tables and the kitchen, delivering Louis’s masterpieces with charisma and charm.\\n\\nAs the aroma of delicacies wafted around the restaurant, Robert, unseen behind the kitchen's swinging door, performed his dance of cleanliness—an art perfected over time. His designated area far from the prying eyes of the visitors, including those of the newcomers who seated themselves at a corner furthest from where he worked. The symphony of clinking glass rang throughout the kitchen space, signaling Robert's relocation efforts of the spices.\\n\\nEmily, maintaining her focus amidst the chaos, picked up an empty salt shaker from one of the tables. She swiftly moved it to the pantry to refill it, as customers eagerly awaited their orders in the lively ambiance of the restaurant. Emily, while still nimble on her feet amongst the throng of dinner patrons, managed to squeeze in a request to Robert to ready a table for yet another group of guests. Robert, as efficient in his duties as always, was busy sanitizing cutting boards within the kitchen's wash area. \\n\\nThe incoming customers were set to occupy a table quite a distance from Emily's current locale. This didn't deter her in the slightest, her swiftness undoubtable, her service commendable. Meanwhile, the wash area where Robert currently labored was a substantial trek from Emily's present realm within the spacious establishment.\\n\\nThe symphony of service carried on, a well-coordinated dance between Emily, Louis, and Robert amid a sea of customers and chopping boards. Each was in synch - Louis dishing out crowd favourites with an unwavering dedication, Emily fulfilling the wishes of clients with smooth precision, and Robert ensuring that cleanliness prevailed even amid the stormed rush. \\n\\nAs night creeped upon the city, the illumination of the restaurant breathed life into the end of another bustling day. Every cog in the mechanism had once again played its role to perfection. From the front door to the back of the kitchen, it was these components – the chefs, the waitstaff, the attendants - that conducted the harmonious rhythm of the establishment day in, day out. Their pursuit of exceptional service completed another chapter in the restaurant's vibrant story. And so, under the warm, entrancing light of the chandelier, the restaurant closed its doors, concluding another successful day.\",\"question\":\"Which location is the most likely place Louis would look to find the salt shaker given the story?\"}","display_format":"text","language":"","answer_status":"published","assets":[],"source_url":"https://zayne-sprague.github.io/MuSR/","history":"initial import","indexing_mode":"index","subproblems":[],"grids":[]}