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come_sailaway CR CHART!

Come Sail Away

Friends and Acquaintances
	Security serialskiller Softer than it seems. Kitten obtained	Deputy Pratt theweakhavepurpose Food friend. Needs a hugs forever. Kitten obtained
	Helena Adams (134) decrypter A precious friend. Kitten obtained	Klaus Hargreeves busball Love this dude. Kitten obtained
	Eleanor Lamb seethesun Strange, new to everything including restraint. Very polite.	John Crichton ss_buttcrack Possibly best friend Kitten obtained
	Nobunaga Oda konpeito_aji Armor friend, companion of Klaus Kitten obtained	Yato tossmealifeline Small party god
	Ava Starr decohere Chill psychic friend Kitten obtained	Bash St. Expedit midnightroads Good listener. Good at food and tasteful color combinations. Kitten obtained
	Demyx melodiouspacifist Music friend! Kitten obtained	Fio (116) sabigoe Small kind bug Kitten obtained
	Sharky Boshaw broshaw Chillest dude, friend of Pratt. Kitten obtained	Vance Hopper pinballer Gonna teach him music. Kitten obtained
	Gil Ryanson (120) breakaleginhalf If anyone is going to keep me sane, it's him Kitten(?) obtained	Nepeta Leijon nepetaleijon Wayne-adjacent cat friend Kitten obtained
	Dr. Watson lightconductor A good and gentle source of information. Kitten obtained	Maximilien makesomedeals The most sensible.
	Palamedes Sextus hellonspectacles I might have liked to know him better. Kitten obtained	César Salazar pineapplesalmon Weird science friend. Kitten obtained
	Ruby Rose littlefairytale Protect.	Peter Smith be_seeing_you Tentatively friend. Companion of Ava.
	Ylva actuallyawolf 🐺 Kitten obtained	Max Maximum maximumfirepower Also love this dude. Kitten obtained
	Darcy LeJeune saltwaterlungs Keep an eye on this one	Wilson Higgsbury takethatnature Reserve quiet space for him
	Abed Nadir inspector_spacetime Extreme media awareness (pump for information?)
	Arthur Lester theotherright Companion of Crichton. May be best to avoid	Bastion configuration_birdwatcher Roommate. Friendly beeps. Kitten obtained
	Ari Tayrey astrogator Keep an eye on this one

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There is a package waiting for him, he's learned. Who would be sending him packages besides the staff of the ship he has no idea, but hey, presents! And he's heard that sometimes people get like...gifts from the universe or something. Like tattoos and knives and stuff like that. So he's curious when he picks up the small box with its very cute wrapping and takes it back to cabin 144, figuring he could store it when he figured out what it was.

Sitting in the middle of the fold-out couch he'd claimed as his bed, Wayne peels the paper away and unfolds the flaps of the box, to see...a cat.

It's a tiny statue of a yellow cat, with a little pink round nose and a smug expression, and his chest clenches to see it. It's such a good recreation of his cat, the only thing missing being its monotone meow. It ends up being placed on one of the shelves, carefully set back where it wouldn't possibly be bumped and knocked over or otherwise endangered. And then he leaves, in a melancholic sort of mood.

When he returns, after a sojourn to one of the eateries, he's alarmed. There are more cat figurines. They litter the shelf, the top of the TV, and the table. They come in an interesting variety of shapes and colors and personalities. They don't move like kittens should, but they're still precious. From crystal to clay to porcelain and plastic, he can pick up each one, and get a feeling for the person that manifested them. He reaches for a particularly silly-looking black round figurine that looks like it's just gotten the shock of its life, and very carefully tucks it against his chest. Then it goes into one of the pockets of his jump suit. Another is stashed in the other breast pocket, one that looks like a squat little loaf of bread with a face. The rest are so heavy or awkwardly shaped that he can't really do that with them, so he carefully arranges them around the cabin like an old woman with her eclectic knicknack collection, and then just...sits.

In the middle of the floor, with his back against the couch, Wayne sits and lets himself take the first breath that turns into a nearly inaudible sob. He's lonely without his crew. But now, all around him, there's evidence that he's really making new friends. Somsnosa would be pleased.

Edited 2023-04-09 09:35 (UTC)

Wayne has, in his time since coming to be on the boat, learned a lot of odd things from his perspective when it comes to the beings around him. None of them are anything like the entities back on his planet, he's come to realize, and so has begun to compile observations in a

+New people are strange about casual address to a degree that makes you have to stop and be really careful every time you meet a new one
++"man" and "dude" need to be curbed, except in the presence of others that use them first

+No signal here :(

+Really good at food
++Like, really good
++++Especially fried stuff
++++Don't eat uncooked hotdogs (looked at weird for it)

+Naming conventions as follows:
++Given names rather than chosen names
++Named for Elders?
++++What if Elders decide not to choose names?
++++Do all Elders choose names?
++++++Could someone be named WAYNE OLD WAYNE WAYNE OLD WAYNE JUNIOR??

+Tattoos
++How?

+Children = Larva?!!!!
++Stop putting Larvae in situations!!!
++Pupation = Puberty? Sorta?
++++Children (kids) grow like plants(?) instead of distinct life stages

+1 Cycle = ~~???~~ 1.777r human years

+Voluntary intoxication a big thing, used to escape or cope or numb bad brain things
++Probably better than the xylem but still prefer to avoid
++++poor Klaus

+"Getting laid" = companionship, sometimes with strangers (see also: "boning")
++Probably involves more, gotta ask around
++++Lack of nonfiction and reference material really making this harder than it has to be
++Procreation-based (?)
++++Human host of semi-parasitic smaller human for approximately nine months, produces offspring in a manner similar to a Galliform though without egg using genetic material from two parents, the host and donor(?)
++Sex for pleasure (companionship)

+Trauma responses and coping behavior largely similar across different species
++nice to not be the odd man out that way too

+HUMANS FULL OF LIQUID DO NOT EXPLODE

+Furries
++Anthropomorphic animals/desire to bone said anthropomorphic animals

Edited (new nuance to sexual relations) 2023-04-09 09:51 (UTC)

Another box? Another box. A rather flat one this time around, bigger and heavier. Something else from home?

Uwrapping it reveals a very familiar logo, and he lights up. Maybe he hadn't been wishing for it to come to him, but he's sure as hell not going to turn up his nose at the merch that he and his crew had designed themselves while spitballing on the airship. He pulls the jacket on over the white tanktop he'd been wearing, and shrugs it comfortable. He looks rad, he feels better. He wants to go and show Klaus.

Edited 2023-04-09 09:47 (UTC)

There were a few boxes this time, all fairly small, though this first one is kind of heavy. He opens it while sitting in the middle of his bed, and is baffled to see a weird little television that looks to be sculpted out of cosclay, but with a screen that plays static. It's familiar static, even, and he can hear a sound coming from the little embedded speaker. It's a bell's chime that greets him, and he smiles. He's not getting anything new out of it, so he's pretty sure it's something that he already knows how to do, but...what would happen if he were to show it to someone else?

So he resolves to do just that. He wants to see what will happen if he takes it to one of his friends. He wants to see what they might learn from it.

The second box is far, far less soothing. In it is an opaque bottle similar to those that exist behind Johnny's bar, its label almost totally faded, but with an ominous figure barely visible on it and text in his native script. He already doesn't like the implication that he's getting from it, and as soon as he's managed to push the cork out with his thumbs and gotten a whiff from the neck of the bottle, it takes so much restraint not to throw the thing to the floor and pretend that it doesn't exist. But that would make a mess and he would never be rid of the smell, so he pounds the cork back in with the heel of his hand and sits with his hands clamped over his mouth.

He wants to scream. Instead, he simply stays there, curled up with his head down, the bottle resting ominously at his feet.

The final box is the smallest. He'd almost forgotten about it in the wake of the revelation about the bottle of Poolwine now in his possession. When he opens it, it takes him a moment to parse what he's seeing in front of him. A note in Gal Friday's neat handwriting warns him that it will only be available to him in certain circumstances, but that doesn't fully absorb. Surely...surely not...

This is what sends him running from the cabin, booted feet pounding along the decks as he sprints up toward one of the highest decks, keeping a look out for the red flag and the landing pad that would surely stand out against the white of the ship. And there it is, clear as day. But the mechanism he would need to touch isn't there, so he supposes that that is how they're going to keep him from just summoning it, but...there it is. He has everything he needs to have his ship back. He paces back and forth a few seconds, then sprints back down into the passenger quarters again. He needs to find Crichton. He has awesome news.

The packages keep coming, this time in pairs. The first one that he opens is deceptively small, but as soon as he carefully removes the paper and rolls it to put aside with the rest of the wrapping paper from every other package, the top rockets right off, and suddenly, in his lap in the middle of his bed, there is a massive rubber duck, its shadows cast in the same pixelated way that all of the Things that he deploys do. He's momentarily baffled, until he realizes where he's seen this thing before.

Apologies to Bastion, as Wayne vigorously squeaks this enormous duck, then tucks it to one side with the intention of taking it to the pool and using it as a flotation device later.

He's baffled by the little envelope in lieu of an actual box. He's baffled even more by seeing a sort of collage of various cartoon characters, all with tears running down their faces. He doesn't feel much of anything, looking over them, but something in his nose burns, and his eyes follow suit, but he just grinds a knuckle into one and the feeling subsides easily enough. Weird, there must have been something in the envelope. He's just going to hope that it's not contagious, whatever has just happened to him.

One box this time. Heavy, a bit awkward, but when he gets it back to his cabin and opens it up, he's pleased with what he finds: a turntable, seemingly brand new, looking as if it had come straight from his room back at Waynehouse. The record sleeve that rests on top of it catches him off-guard, though; that's a photo of his crew, rendered just as he remembered them, with himself (or at least a Wayne in general) stood up proud with his guitar. He already knows what he's going to hear when he sets it up, moving the kitten figures around on his side table to do so, and now for the next foreseeable future, his roommate is going to have to deal with him playing, and replaying, and replaying, and sometimes playing along with, his own music.

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come_sailaway CR CHART!

Regain: A Box of Kittens

NOTES ON HUMAN BEHAVIOR

Regain: The Merch

Regain: The TV

Regain: The Poolwine

Regain: The Airship

Regain: The Rubber Duck

Regain: The Tears

Regain: The Record