Who: Mortimer Toynbee
What: Inhabiting a beanbag frog who's locked out of his room.
Where: All over the ship.
When: All during the toy flood.
Warnings: will update

[Day One]: Mort was outside his room when the flood struck and he got stuck with no arms and no way to unlock his cabin or get at his communication device. He spends the first day a little jumpy thanks to being pounced on. Trudging down corridors, up stairs (as well as he can) and generally all over the ship, he tries to stay in motion, tries to make it seem purposeful, as if he has somewhere to be but that doesn't last very long. He tries several quiet places, hoping to find somewhere quiet to fall asleep, but every time he does, sleep never comes. His eyes simply won't close. By [Day Two] he's bored out of his mind and far more willing to strike up conversations. His expression might be sewn onto his face but it sums up his feelings perfectly: a silent scream in felt. Please distract him.