After Garridan brought him some things to take attendance with, Ikuto proceeded to take down everyone's names. His handwriting wasn't anything special, but it was easily legible, and his spelling was pretty good. Occasionally he had to ask someone how their names were spelled, though. When even they didn't know, he'd just take down his best guess. Beside each person's name he left a space. He would write peoples positions on the ship there once they were decided. Garridan had the word 'Captain' next to his.<br/><br/>After roll call was over, people seemed to scatter. Some left the ship to go retrieve things they'd forgotten, others went to fetch water, and more went to various places in the ship. Ikuto recruited a few people to come to the storage room with him so they could take inventory on the food. He found some red pens in an office supply box (possibly the one Garridan had found) and gave them to the people who'd accompanied him. He told them to mark any boxes with food in them--in a way that was easily visible. He did the same, also counting the contents of the boxes and scribbling a check mark on each one he was done with.<br/><br/>By the time he was finished, looking at the numbers, it seemed like a decent amount of food. On the other hand, the Neko-boy wasn't much for math; he really didn't know how long the food might last for a crew their size. When considering people to go for for a more accurate number, the first person who came to mind was the male Graecian Neko, Gwendel. Ikuto gave a slight sigh and ran a hand through his hair, but he decided he'd better to go ask the guy for some help.<br/><br/>-----------------------<br/><br/>Gwendel had gone immediately to hang his list outside the storage room as Garridan asked. He'd left immediately after, as he could see the crowd gathered behind him, itching to mow him over if he didn't get out of the way. He decided to make his way back to the control room, looking halfheartedly for a manual or something to get a head start on learning about the ship. He hadn't yet managed to find one (if there was one to be found) by the time Ikuto, the blue-haired Neko, approached him.<br/><br/>"Hey," he said, "Can I ask a favor?"<br/><br/>Gwendel raised his eyebrows a little and smiled. "Sure," he said brightly. "What is it?"<br/><br/>"Can you use these lists to find out about how long our food will last?" he asked, shoving both the roll call and inventory papers at the man.<br/><br/>Gwendel blinked, catching the papers as they came to him. "Probably," he said, scanning over the lists, already running the numbers in his head.<br/><br/>--------------------<br/><br/>After some time, Nakutaro accomplished his mission. He worked on dragging his third box of dirt into the room he'd chosen then climbed into his top bunk and lied down. The Seharian had noticed that the vast majority of rooms in the ship were shared, two to a room. There was really only one room meant for one person, as far as he could see, and that appeared to be the captain's room, being closer to the bridge and a little bit bigger. He figured they probably didn't have enough people to fill up all the beds, though, so some people would still get rooms of their own. Personally, he wouldn't mind either way if someone chose to bunk with him or not, just so long as they weren't looking to pick fights or anything like that.