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[angry_friendship_wolf]

The group is packing up camp to move to the eastern shore of File Island and start work on a raft to take them to Server, and that means the end of the leisurely trip they've had so far and the drawing up of rotas and duty rosters.

All of which largely falls under Yamato's duties as second-in-command, which is why he's set himself up at a booth with a mug of coffee and a whole load of sheets of paper with grids drawn up on them: Hours of the day at the top, and sixteen names (eight humans, eight Digimon) down the right hand side.

He's scribbling in jobs, allotting out time and manpower to collecting wood for the raft, collecting wood for fires, waterproofing the raft wood, raft construction, collecting fish to eat, collecting fruit and vegetables, laundry duty, cooking duty, guard duty, along with a half dozen other tasks. Every member of the team has different skills and limitations, and with only sixteen of them -- six of which don't even have hands -- efficiency is key if they want to set sail anytime soon.

Which might be why he's increasingly looking like he's losing patience with the task, taking bigger gulps of coffee in the hopes that a burst of caffeine will give him motivation to get it all done.

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[childofrebellion]

Cassian comes in and glances over his shoulder before rolling his shoulders as he enters.

On his way to the counter, he sees Yamato and walks over. "What are you working on?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Duty rosters," Yamato says. He doesn't look up, but he flicks a hand at the seat opposite him, to indicate that Cassian's welcome to take a seat. "We're moving camp from Dragon Eye Lake to the eastern shore to build a raft, and since we need to keep up workflow, that means making sure everyone knows what they're doing."

He moves around some of the papers, scribbling a note on one.

"So, we've got rotas for people collecting materials, constructing a raft, waterproofing, getting food, laundry, cooking, guard duty, maintaining the camp, stuff like that," he says. "But everyone has different skillsets, and some people are exempt from stuff. Jyou, for example, gets an automatic exemption from any duty that'd stop him getting a full night's sleep or take him away from camp. Taichi's sister is exempt from anything that's physically strenuous, which is -- most of the stuff we have to do, actually."

[childofrebellion]

He sits down with a nod, he hasn't had to do rosters though he knows about them. "Complicated work. How long have you been at it?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato wrinkles his nose. "Not sure. About three cups of coffee ago, I guess," he says. "The problem is that there's just not enough hours in the day to make any kind of meaningful progress with the raft. The sea journey to Server takes a week of straight sailing, so the raft needs to be big enough to carry all of us, and sturdy enough to comfortably last the entire voyage."

He shakes his head.

"That means mixing a sealant to waterproof everything -- something only Koushiro and I can do, and which we'll need literal barrels of. It means a deck that's sturdy enough to stand seven or eight days on the high seas and big enough that eight people and eight Digimon can sit on it. It means supplies for the whole trip, not just food and water but also repair supplies, which means the raft needs to be even bigger, which means more material, more work to make it sturdy, and more sealant."

Beat.

"I'm ranting. Sorry."

[childofrebellion]

"I know how that goes. You could get help from here with the construction. Have you eaten?"

Food helps with this kind of work, provides enough energy for a few more hours.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"I'm sure there're plenty of people here who'd jump at the chance to help, but I don't exactly want to end up turning my friends into my own personal workforce," Yamato says, a little wryly. "That, and I'm not sure they'd all be brilliant at following orders."

He gives Cassian a quick glance, smiling slightly. "Not yet. If that's you trying to prompt me into eating something, I guess I can take ten minutes and have whatever you're having."

[childofrebellion]

"Yes, not everyone likes taking orders." Cassian shrugs and smiles. "Kay usually does that for me when I'm on my third or fourth caf."

When a rat comes by, Cassian orders a caf for himself and dinner for both of them.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Yeah, and even the ones that are okay with it might be less okay with the idea of immediately obeying orders and doing a whole day of mostly manual labour," Yamato says, shaking his head. "We'll just have to make what progress we can. See if we can't speed up workflow somehow."

[childofrebellion]

"Bribe them with food. That usually helps when it comes to boring but useful jobs."

The rat returns soon with a tray full of different kinds of sandwiches.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato cracks a quick grin. "Tempting, but probably not enough in this case. Although that reminds me that I need to do something about the camp's caffeine situation, we're dangerously close to running out."

A truly terrible fate.

He takes one of the sandwiches, gnawing on it lightly while half paying attention to his work.

[childofrebellion]

"That's never good. I know caf is what keeps the Rebellion running."

He also gets a sandwich, its been a while since he ate.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Yeah, wasn't so much a problem on our first visit, but apparently the intervening six years have made half of us into caffeine addicts, and I'm not sure anyone wants to be around when we all start going through withdrawal."

[childofrebellion]

"No, that's never pleasant."

[herr_bookman]

Autor takes a seat without asking because he and Yamato have just that kind of relationship. "What's the problem? You're guzzling that coffee."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Time. The day/night cycle. Numbers," Yamato grumbles. "Those are the problems."

He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"We're moving camp over to the eastern shore to start work on a raft to take us to Server. So, it's my job to put together a duty roster for everyone."

He taps his pen against the page, frowning. "Do people really need sleep? Sleep's definitely more of a luxury thing, right?"

[herr_bookman]

Autor folds his arms. "Well, given that people tend to go insane without it, I would think sleep is more of a necessity. I don't envy you the job. What kinds of jobs?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Collecting materials, making sealant, fishing, applying sealant, building, foraging for fruit and vegetables, cooking, laundry, guard duty," Yamato rattles off, shaking his head.

"But everyone's got different things they can do. Jyou's exempt from being a night guard, or anything that takes him away from camp. Taichi's sister gets an automatic exemption from any heavy physical labour for health reasons. Koushiro and I are the only ones who know how to make sealant, and Mimi is banned from cooking duty forever after several incidents involving food poisoning."

[herr_bookman]

Autor considers this flood of information, stroking his chin. "Well, can Jyou cook? If he can't, he'd better learn fast. Why are you and Koushiro the only ones who can make sealant?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Jyou can cook," Yamato says, a little wryly. "Not well, but that doesn't matter. As far as making the sealant goes -- if we were back on Earth, we could just mix up some linseed oil, turpentine, and vinegar, but in the Digital World, we're working with whatever chemicals we can salvage from Andromon's factory."

He shakes his head. "We can make a pretty good sealant out of those, but it's a complicated, delicate process, and the two of us are the only ones who know how to do it. If we hand it off to someone else and they get it wrong, we won't have enough to waterproof the whole raft."

[herr_bookman]

Autor squints at him. "And," he says, his voice taking on proper gravitas, "you're not making use of Bar, which can provide anything, why?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato gives Autor a look that suggests he's giving earnest consideration towards leaning over the table and headbutting him.

"I'm not exactly ready to have the 'magic bar' talk with the others yet, and one of them will figure out something's wrong if I start producing supplies they know aren't on the island."

Beat.

Gruffly: "Besides, I have a policy against relying on this place too much. Breeds complacency."

[herr_bookman]

Autor leans back. Not because he's intimidated or anything, certainly not. Just because he feels like leaning back. "That's fair, I guess. So you have to make this sealant. How long does it take to make?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato flashes a quick smile, and reaches forward to very lightly flick Autor's nose.

"Not long. Storing it is a problem," he says, back to being gruff again. "But that just means everything needs to be done in order. Chop down the wood, make the sealant, apply it, build."

[herr_bookman]

Autor wrinkles his nose, and rubs it, offering Yamato a look that can sear his short hairs. "So everyone but Jyou and Taichi's sister can chop wood? How many workers do you have available?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

The look Yamato gives Autor in return could accurately be described as 'come at me, bro.'

"Six. Five of the Digimon don't have hands, and the ones who do are tiny, so six people who can chop wood," he says. "If this was a short journey, that'd be fine, but the trip takes a week, so we need a large and sturdy raft, and we also need provisions to last, so some people are going to have to be on fishing and foraging duty every day."

Beat.

"So, Takeru, Hikari, and Mimi, probably, which leaves me, Taichi, Sora, and Koushiro on wood-chopping."