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shellphones2026-04-20 12:56 pm
fractales) wrote in shellphones2026-04-20 12:56 pm
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Voice 🥀
Type: Voice
Sender ID: fractales(Professor Turo)
To: General
Subject: Brief Announcement
Warnings: TBA
[There was a soft melody playing in the background, along with the sound of paws pattering about. Some heavier steps. The music clearly from a music box that sounded as if it was sat somewhere closer to the shellphone—]
This is Professor Turo, and my apologies for perhaps a late statement that I may not be so easily found as usual the last several days; a few days more as well. Less time spent walking Cosmo, other places.
Of course I can still be reached over these, but I have been taking some time to myself. Finishing up a few projects, making room for others that are more in progress. Preparation for possible adoption candidates at Cosmo Conservatory -next month may do well for that- so I can be found within the medical building there once more at the very least.
[—that melody hanging in the air for a few notes. It at least helped to soothe...]
If anything is needed do not hesitate to contact me, but I bid you adieu for now.
Sender ID: fractales(Professor Turo)
To: General
Subject: Brief Announcement
Warnings: TBA
[There was a soft melody playing in the background, along with the sound of paws pattering about. Some heavier steps. The music clearly from a music box that sounded as if it was sat somewhere closer to the shellphone—]
This is Professor Turo, and my apologies for perhaps a late statement that I may not be so easily found as usual the last several days; a few days more as well. Less time spent walking Cosmo, other places.
Of course I can still be reached over these, but I have been taking some time to myself. Finishing up a few projects, making room for others that are more in progress. Preparation for possible adoption candidates at Cosmo Conservatory -next month may do well for that- so I can be found within the medical building there once more at the very least.
[—that melody hanging in the air for a few notes. It at least helped to soothe...]
If anything is needed do not hesitate to contact me, but I bid you adieu for now.
voice | un: blossomingtide (private)
...Hey. If there's ever anythin' you need to to talk about I'm always around. Or--or if you need help with anything. Your projects or Cosmo or the like.
Private Voice
I may need some help with the adoption candidates I mentioned, if you have time; we have their mother here, but she isn't able to feed all of them at the same time well now that they're a bit bigger.
... and talking may be needed, even if I know I'm not good at it.
no subject
[ A little pause. ]
I don't think you have to be... good at it. It just helps to try sometimes.
no subject
[There was- well, the laugh didn't have much joy. It was just, tired in a way.]
My creator refused to talk to anyone, and instead buried himself in his work, deep in a hole in the ground. I do not... have the best example set before me.
no subject
[ Concerning!]
That doesn't sound like it'd help anything, no. Want me to uh... meet you at Cosmo?
no subject
[Extremely.]
No, it doesn't—and it didn't, even if I came of it in the beginning. If you have the time, I'm currently in the medical building.
voice > action
[ Living on Eltrut these days means he can just walk, and it won't take him terribly long. He does his best not to be too visibly worried when he shows up. ]
action!
Made the far more visible 'gray' streaks of sparkling hair within the normal brown just a little more apparent; was peppered in his beard as well.
But it was what was in his lap that was the adoption candidates in question; a few young pengi 'pups', their larger mother resting nearby, and it clear she was missing a leg—wrapped as if that was recent.]
Come in and sit down, there's space just here.
no subject
Faulkner, meanwhile, heads straight over to sit down, though he looks over the new little cat and the new... dogs? birds? as he does. ]
Hey, professor. These are uh, some cute little things.
[ Whatever they are exactly. ]
no subject
As far as Stardust was concerned, she was helping.]
Pengi pups. Apparently they are kept on fishing vessels, especially the smaller ones, as they help 'herd' fish into nets and try to keep larger things from getting tangled. Their mother was dumped here a few months ago, but she's healing from what was likely the 'reason' for that—poor as it was.
She'll likely be remaining here. [At least she looked comfortable.]
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[ Even if he is trying to get more and more comfortable with the water, if only out of determination and spite. ]
But I'm glad she's healin' alright, an' I'm glad if the pups are doin' well.
[ He stays where he's sitting, but reaches a hand out to let the mother sniff him if she wants to. It seems like that might be a good a idea before messing with the pups themselves. ]
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[He was still trying to figure out how exactly the injury had gotten a front leg so damaged it was better for the pengi to remove it than try and save it. Injured and carrying... Better off here, either way.
Of course there was that odd sort of sound that was a mix of a penguin and dog, tail wagging away from the mother.
Turo was moving a couple of bottles up from a warmer bag he'd thrown together.]
She is looking far better, and from what I can tell the pups are healthy.
[And would be waking up soon, since it was definitely one of their meal times.]
no subject
That's good. How long do you think they're goin' to need the bottles?
[ He doesn't mind helping either way, he's mostly just curious. He's not entirely sure what's normal for dogs let alone these. ]
no subject
Just a few weeks more, then they'll be weening. The reason two need hand feeding is due to the bandaging for their mother. It's easier than having to unwrap her healing injuries whenever its time for them to eat.
[Covered the upper torso due to a few other injuries, which mean only four pengi pups could feed easily.]
no subject
Yeah, I can see why that might not be too pleasant for her.
[ He'll give the animal another little scratch before taking his hand back for the moment. He still wants to know what's wrong, but he'll give Turo a little bit of time to see if he brings that up on his own. ]
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[He offered one of the bottles to Faulkner, it warm and the liquid inside a little bit thicker than some may expect for milk.]
Take this and I'll show you how to hold one of the pups.
[They were already squirming awake, wiggling a little, to find some purchase on his pants and labcoat to get moving.]
no subject
Alright. Is there a special way...?
[ Even for all he's learned about animals since being here, he's still no expert. ]
no subject
[He did have to keep two of the pups from wiggling out of his lap, four others getting their way down to go to their mother. Getting a little grooming of course—]
You want to keep the bottle angled just enough that it isn't straight up so the pup can't drink down too much too quickly. Its easy for them to inhale as they drink, as with others. This young especially. [Even as he spoke, Turo was helping one of the two kept back -after a moment of letting their mother lean enough to do a little 'wake up' groom- so that Faulkner could take a wiggly pup.]
Probably easiest to have it propped on a leg, easier control and a free hand incase it wiggles and slips.
no subject
But he'll keep it all in mind. ]
C'mere, you.
[ He reaches to take a pup and set it on his leg, petting it a bit to try to get it to settle down and stop wiggling before he tries to offer it the bottle. ]
No that's—that's my hand you're chewin' on. That's not what you want at all.