[ One foggy, nasty, intricate, weird dream later, and Roland is up. It will take an actual miracle to get him to actually sleep in, because no matter how tired he is, he will stand up and get ready for the day the moment his eyes open. His alarm clocks are all grateful for his work ethic. ]
Two from before the mission, and looks like someone used up some of the flour...That's fine, chalk it up to five. Carry the one -
[ He does what is usual of him, nightmare or none. He works. Roland is a worker and nothing in any void or dimension will stop him from doing so. He's been creating an audit system for the Treckers, and so far, it's been keeping him sane while helping out with the general operation of everyday life on the train. He was inspired to do this on day one, when he accidentally had to give Spark the cat a fish he didn't ask permission for. As by the books as he is, he had to return the next day to note what was missing. And just like that, he has returned every day since, attuning himself to when the train magically replenished their stocks so that he could properly audit how much more food and drink they had before the next cycle of goods came about. The audit was in clean handwriting, paperwork from a clearly experienced man who seemingly enjoys the grind. ]
[ As Tidus enters the stores, he is already leaning down on the closest surface, scribbling on the chart with recent updates since the mission had ended. Dry goods, wet goods, fruits, vegetables...Every category was accounted for.
When the young man approaches him, he doesn't even flinch. Doesn't even look up from his papers when he suddenly pipes up like a machine automated with reminders. ]
Tidus, what are you taking today and how many are you getting? [ He scratches some stuff out, writes something else. There are dates in Grasshopper and Fiddlesticks, the month he arrived. He's really been auditing since then... ]
welcome, you are here rent-free forever 8)
Two from before the mission, and looks like someone used up some of the flour...That's fine, chalk it up to five. Carry the one -
[ He does what is usual of him, nightmare or none. He works. Roland is a worker and nothing in any void or dimension will stop him from doing so. He's been creating an audit system for the Treckers, and so far, it's been keeping him sane while helping out with the general operation of everyday life on the train. He was inspired to do this on day one, when he accidentally had to give Spark the cat a fish he didn't ask permission for. As by the books as he is, he had to return the next day to note what was missing. And just like that, he has returned every day since, attuning himself to when the train magically replenished their stocks so that he could properly audit how much more food and drink they had before the next cycle of goods came about. The audit was in clean handwriting, paperwork from a clearly experienced man who seemingly enjoys the grind. ]
[ As Tidus enters the stores, he is already leaning down on the closest surface, scribbling on the chart with recent updates since the mission had ended. Dry goods, wet goods, fruits, vegetables...Every category was accounted for.
When the young man approaches him, he doesn't even flinch. Doesn't even look up from his papers when he suddenly pipes up like a machine automated with reminders. ]
Tidus, what are you taking today and how many are you getting? [ He scratches some stuff out, writes something else. There are dates in Grasshopper and Fiddlesticks, the month he arrived. He's really been auditing since then... ]