It's not smooth sailing, but this squid finds that more familiar than the serene: to have some goal, a want ahead, but needing to struggle to get even close to obtaining it. The lashing of the waves throw him like the rest, and he worries about them; but what builds stronger is the fear of losing, of being pulled away from that Being promised.

(This seems familiar, too, how too easily is it to lose everything, despite never having in the first place.)

He turns out to be one of the lucky ones. But the struggle doesn't stop, isn't over; and he can be found still a squid, needing help to change.

Or he can be found changed, a body bruised, and having difficulty getting the use of his feet. Who he is, he remembers a name - but his memories are on the slower side to return, and with them his mobility.

He's watching everything, without making it too obvious. A kid that knows to keep his head down, don't make a scene, you know how to hide-- at least there's other Sleepers than just him trying to get their bearings, understand where it is they are despite their desire to be here. Though, they might have better clothes than the welcoming robes. Someone didn't find any personal belongings.

He does have one of the oilcloths of food on his lap when he settles, though. Everything from the wrapping, to the food - there's a furrow to Robby's brow, confused about what he's looking at, none of it familiar initially. You might catch him with this look, get some humour from it or see it as disapproval.

But if he isn't interrupted (or even if he is), he does try it. Dry foods, that he knows about, and the dried tack is recognisable on his tongue. The smell of the fish makes him realise what that is too, and he can down it, even if its salty in his mouth.

Those mushrooms, though-

"Want it?"

He'll offer them up on the cloth to a person next to him. ... Or you can catch his real look of disgust trying to eat one.

( He's definitely going to spit it out into his hand. )

He doesn't stick around. He doesn't ask the questions he probably should, the ones in his head (where should I go, where can I go, what do I do next) and goes out to find them for himself.

Or, so he hopes he would. But none of these streets, the businesses or the people give bring him any comfort of him figuring out where to go, or what it is he's supposed to be doing. Lost, Robby knows what it's like to be lost, but even he knows he's missing something, like an understanding of how this place works.

He's probably not so out of place to draw attention to himself, but he's recognisable enough as a new Sleeper in his robe, his bare feet, and the lost look he can't really hide well anymore. Businesses are what draw his eyes longer, just to see what there is, a browser than a potential customer. Has he ended up at your store, your booth? If there's anywhere with what resembles clothes that aren't flowing skirts, he'll definitely be circling back there.

( While being very aware he's got no money, and less aware of the bartering system that actually exists. )

b. later

What Robby does get, is lost. Even more lost than a guy who didn't know where he was, wandering, ending up through Cellar Door, Prufrock - maybe beyond. It gets late, and he's getting antsy, suspicious, his footsteps hurrying wherever it, there, this is. Searching for a somewhere, and cursing himself for how dark it's gotten, if there'll be anyone there.

It could be a simple bump-in, Robby not watching where he's going; and he stops and gives a sharp, taunting, "What?" without clearly seeing who he's speaking to. Or the same could be if someone thinks to touch him, a step skipped back, a defensive hold in his shoulders.

( ooc: kind of vague prompts but i'd love to get to know what businesses are around, the training schools Robby can stumble on. i'd also be up for him landing in some trouble he can be helped with once it's get last with beasts, etc! or just someone helping a very lost kid out. )

Whatever he goes through his first day, Robby ends up back on the boardwalk, to where the fishing gear is being made, sorted, readied for making catches to supply people for the season. He'd heard about it the other day but hadn't joined in, too disjointed from the tasks to think he had any place with it.

But it's something. A job his hands aren't used to, but Robby's willing, and it's the first thing he's had to focus on since he's been here. Threading the fishing needle is the easier part, and it's what he's given first to do. Then he needs to pass them onto the people doing the threading, which he'll look for, watching the job to try and digest the process. Or so he'll want to, but maybe it's your character he's watching, and they're not keen on him doing so. But he at least tries to not be weird about it, asking, "Mind?" with a nod to their establishing net.

Mind if I watch?

From some point after, he'll have to help with the crafting more intimately, taking all day. He has troubles at the start, but once he gets the hang of it, Robby is determined, quiet in job - proud looking when it manages his first net, and then another after (which are still hours apart).

You can approach him, or if you've been another working on them as he has, Robby might venture to be sociable, ask, "Getting the hang of it?"