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The stuffed tooka was supposed to be a joke. That's why it was deliberately unnaturally neon coloured complete with bright green and eye hurting purple. It was supposed to be for the little kid, after all. Stuffed toys are supposed to help with nightmares, right? And she did sleep with it tucked under her arm beneath the blankets.
But the tooka moved around the ship surprisingly, keeping the other members of the crew company too. Cal used it for a pillow when napping on the couch or anywhere, really, if he was sleeping. BD's spot was under his arm, which was probably why the poor thing got squished all the time. But if that meant fewer nightmares for traumatized psychometrics, then it probably didn't mind being squished.
Merrin talked to it while she was doing laundry like her sisters would do for her toys when they were still alive. Explaining what was happening to the clothes and it, as if it could understand her native tongue. But it was nice to have something to talk to while casting magic to remove or at least overwhelm the echoes.
Cere found that it was the right height and size to prop up her datapad while practising a new song or composing music. Funny that its presence there made it seem like there actually was a happy and attentive audience if and when she was alone.
Greez sat it on the copilot’s chair late at night when everyone was asleep. It always listened to his great grandmother stories and sometimes helped him work out what to say when he couldn't figure out how to stop digging himself deeper.
BD used it to practice his fighting moves. After all he was a big fierce protector of all the organics on the ship. And if by some miracle the plush animal managed to knock him over, while the no one had to worry about him getting hurt. Not that anyone saw that of course. And it was totally on purpose just to make his organics laugh.