Voice 🥀

[fractales]

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.

Comments

[fractales]

I can, it isn't difficult once you know how to hold the bottle for them. It differs slightly, species to species of course.

[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

[withermarked]

Alright. I'll be there in a bit.

[ 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!

[fractales]

[There would be no missing a few of the Xolos simply hanging around outside of the medical building; relaxed at the very least. Mariposa herself inside and sitting close to where Turo was, well. Sitting on the floor as well. Dapplewhiskers curled on the desk that Turo had his back rested against, and a strange and new cat sitting just where the man's head was, grooming him and causing parts of his hair to stick up at odd angles here and there.

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.

[withermarked]

[ Faulkner lets himself into the building with Poppy trailing behind him, before splitting off to walk around the room sniffing at both new and familiar creatures.

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. ]

[fractales]

[Mariposa's tail wagged in greeting, even if she weren't moving from her spot; that warm calming presence likely more felt inside. The Xolos certainly wanted to help keep the space welcoming and just... chill, in a way. Dapplewhiskers mow'd her own greeting as the glittering Stardust paused her grooming for a moment to sniff in turn before just- well.

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.]

[withermarked]

That so? Suppose I still haven't spent too much time on the ships here.

[ 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. ]

[fractales]

They are more popular amongst those who live on islands, but a few come by Eltrut when they're close for trade.

[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.]

[withermarked]

[ He'll take the tail wagging as a good sign, and reach to give the mother pengi a little scratch behind the ears. ]

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. ]

[fractales]

[A very pleased sound as a hind leg thumped the floor; found the right spot.]

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.]

[withermarked]

[ And that reaction gets a little chuckle. ]

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. ]

[fractales]

Nets and fishing line, I suppose those who had her before weren't mindful of where she was when moving fish.

[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.]

[withermarked]

[ He takes the bottle and tilts it to the side, observing the texture with some vague curiosity. ]

Alright. Is there a special way...?

[ Even for all he's learned about animals since being here, he's still no expert. ]

[fractales]

Ideally you want you keep the pup on its belly, so you can either prop it on a leg or in a hand, depending on size.

[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.

[withermarked]

[ He nods as he listens along. He's not sure about the reasons for all of it—wouldn't holding them on their back be easier, isn't that how people feed babies?

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.

[fractales]

[Tt could be quite the time when a pup wouldn't latch on to a bottle. Turo tried to ensure that all of them had a chance to actually nurse from their mother, a reason they had loose but different colored ribbons around their necks; easier to tell them apart. He'd done the same with Mariposa's puppies- the ribbons.

Turo brushed fingers along the pup's spine, just letting it lay on a thigh as he lifted the bottle so the nipple was near the mouth, squeezing it so there was a drop—]

Make sure not to lift its head, but give the bottle a little squeeze so there's a drop—should latch onto the nipple rather than your hand. Even now they'll latch onto anything that will fit in their mouth when hungry.

[—as the puppy he was feeding went for the bottle once it got a taste of the milk inside from that little drop.]

Its best to keep them in a position they would naturally be in when nursing, otherwise they would aspirate- inhale the milk.