Yamato Ishida (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2017-12-23 11:07 pm
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2017-12-23 11:07 pm
[01 OOM] Let's go to an amusement park and a restaurant
It takes almost a month more travelling before Yamato, Gabumon, Takeru, and Tokomon find somewhere safe. Takeru keeps smiling, but Yamato can tell that it’s a strain on him, when they don’t even know where everyone else is.
“Why hasn’t anyone come back?” Takeru asks, eventually. “When you’re lost, you’re meant to all stay together, right?”
“They -- they just had different ideas of what needed to be done, Takeru,” Yamato says, reaching down to smush Takeru’s hat down onto his head. “We’ll see them again soon.”
“And Taichi, ri -- …”
“Don’t -- …” Yamato starts, but he stops himself before he can yell at Takeru, shutting his eyes. He doesn’t have to look at his brother to know that he’s tearing up. “Yeah. Yeah, I bet he’ll show up any minute now, with arms full of presents.”
That seems to cheer Takeru up, enough for them to keep going, making their way into the … the amusement park, apparently.
It’s not exactly abandoned, not when everything looks brand new, but there aren’t any people there. But there’s a large supply of food, presumably meant for serving to guests, and even a small motel with all the amenities. It’s the first really livable place they’ve seen in a while.
They wash, eat, sleep, eat, sleep some more. Yamato makes sure there are medical supplies if Takeru needs them, and defensible positions if necessary, and then heads to the pier out towards the lake, where the swan-shaped pedal boats are moored.
“But you’ll be back soon, right?” Takeru asks, as Yamato and Gabumon climb into one of the boats.
“Of course. I just want to check out what’s on the other side of the lake, see if I can find anything useful,” Yamato says. “I’ll be back in a couple of days at the most. Just make sure you stay with Tokomon at all times, okay? There’s plenty of food to last you until I get back, and it doesn’t seem like there’s anybody here who might attack you.”
“You’re in charge, Tokomon,” Gabumon chirps, and they head off towards the other side of the lake.
---
Yamato’s initially delighted to find a diner on the other side of the lake, a little place that serves Italian food, ramen, Chinese curry, and a variety of egg-based dishes. The Digimon there all seem friendly, and it’ll be a good place to get food if the stores at the amusement park ever run out.
“Hey! Go find us more customers!” Someone yells from the front door, just before a familiar white shape with an orange mohawk is thrown out to land at Yamato and Gabumon’s feet.
“Gomamon?” Gabumon asks, as Gomamon peers up at them. “Then, is Jyou here as well?”
Jyou is there, it turns out, secreted away in the kitchen, and no sooner have they arrived does he explain that he found his way to the diner when he and Gomamon were both starving and bought enough food to feed an army, only to find out that the restaurant owners, Digitamamon and Veggiemon, only took payment in United States dollars circa 1928, not in Yen.
“So, now they have you working off your debt here,” Yamato says, folding his arms. “Geez, what even made you think they’d take Yen here? We’re in an entirely different world.”
“Well, I -- I mean, what else would they take?” Jyou asked, helplessly waving an arm.
“United States dollars circa 1928, clearly,” Yamato replies. “Wait here, I’ll go figure something out with the restaurant owner.”
The owner, an egg shaped Digimon called Digitamamon, is intractable, to say the least. It takes a lot of sweet talking and apologising on Jyou’s behalf before he agrees to sit down and run through the finances of it all: How much Jyou owes, how much he’s being paid, and how much of that is being taken out for room, board, and meals.
From there, it was easy enough to make a deal: If Yamato and Gabumon worked as well, then it’d only take two days to work off Jyou’s debt entirely.
“Of course, any broken dishes or glasses will have to come out of your pay,” Digitamamon says. “And the scrawny kid is pretty clumsy.”
“Well, then, let’s agree in advance how much a single dish or glass will cost,” Yamato says.
Half an hour later, they have a comprehensive deal written up, and Digitamamon slides an apron over to Yamato.
“Here. Free of charge.”
“Why hasn’t anyone come back?” Takeru asks, eventually. “When you’re lost, you’re meant to all stay together, right?”
“They -- they just had different ideas of what needed to be done, Takeru,” Yamato says, reaching down to smush Takeru’s hat down onto his head. “We’ll see them again soon.”
“And Taichi, ri -- …”
“Don’t -- …” Yamato starts, but he stops himself before he can yell at Takeru, shutting his eyes. He doesn’t have to look at his brother to know that he’s tearing up. “Yeah. Yeah, I bet he’ll show up any minute now, with arms full of presents.”
That seems to cheer Takeru up, enough for them to keep going, making their way into the … the amusement park, apparently.
It’s not exactly abandoned, not when everything looks brand new, but there aren’t any people there. But there’s a large supply of food, presumably meant for serving to guests, and even a small motel with all the amenities. It’s the first really livable place they’ve seen in a while.
They wash, eat, sleep, eat, sleep some more. Yamato makes sure there are medical supplies if Takeru needs them, and defensible positions if necessary, and then heads to the pier out towards the lake, where the swan-shaped pedal boats are moored.
“But you’ll be back soon, right?” Takeru asks, as Yamato and Gabumon climb into one of the boats.
“Of course. I just want to check out what’s on the other side of the lake, see if I can find anything useful,” Yamato says. “I’ll be back in a couple of days at the most. Just make sure you stay with Tokomon at all times, okay? There’s plenty of food to last you until I get back, and it doesn’t seem like there’s anybody here who might attack you.”
“You’re in charge, Tokomon,” Gabumon chirps, and they head off towards the other side of the lake.
Yamato’s initially delighted to find a diner on the other side of the lake, a little place that serves Italian food, ramen, Chinese curry, and a variety of egg-based dishes. The Digimon there all seem friendly, and it’ll be a good place to get food if the stores at the amusement park ever run out.
“Hey! Go find us more customers!” Someone yells from the front door, just before a familiar white shape with an orange mohawk is thrown out to land at Yamato and Gabumon’s feet.
“Gomamon?” Gabumon asks, as Gomamon peers up at them. “Then, is Jyou here as well?”
Jyou is there, it turns out, secreted away in the kitchen, and no sooner have they arrived does he explain that he found his way to the diner when he and Gomamon were both starving and bought enough food to feed an army, only to find out that the restaurant owners, Digitamamon and Veggiemon, only took payment in United States dollars circa 1928, not in Yen.
“So, now they have you working off your debt here,” Yamato says, folding his arms. “Geez, what even made you think they’d take Yen here? We’re in an entirely different world.”
“Well, I -- I mean, what else would they take?” Jyou asked, helplessly waving an arm.
“United States dollars circa 1928, clearly,” Yamato replies. “Wait here, I’ll go figure something out with the restaurant owner.”
The owner, an egg shaped Digimon called Digitamamon, is intractable, to say the least. It takes a lot of sweet talking and apologising on Jyou’s behalf before he agrees to sit down and run through the finances of it all: How much Jyou owes, how much he’s being paid, and how much of that is being taken out for room, board, and meals.
From there, it was easy enough to make a deal: If Yamato and Gabumon worked as well, then it’d only take two days to work off Jyou’s debt entirely.
“Of course, any broken dishes or glasses will have to come out of your pay,” Digitamamon says. “And the scrawny kid is pretty clumsy.”
“Well, then, let’s agree in advance how much a single dish or glass will cost,” Yamato says.
Half an hour later, they have a comprehensive deal written up, and Digitamamon slides an apron over to Yamato.
“Here. Free of charge.”