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Sender ID: fractales(Professor Turo)
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Subject: Brief Announcement
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[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.

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[...A quick look at his contact list confirms something to Kaveh immediately. Hm. He can't give Turo booze, and he's not going to advertise that to the network, but--]

You are always welcome to come to the Cafe to work, if you need a change of scenery, Professor.

[A beat.]

And if you'd be interested, I'd been making notes on a...few projects from back home that might interest you.

[Enrichment. Enrichment for Turo. That's the ticket.]

[One reason there was a certain 'dog's' head in his lap, Mariposa really hadn't left his side—along with most of the other animals that stayed more in the cottage.]

A change of scenery may be best, given habits I've observed... I could be inclined to ones not so good for me.

[Buried deep in some hole in the ground instead of... living life in the moment, not processing the loss.]

I would be, yes. I have run into something of a—... I wouldn't say dead end, but it would require an expedition not yet prepared for with what I've been looking further into. [Music box still going.]

You're welcome anytime. We'd be happy to see you.

[So Kaveh can lowkey be worried about him unobtrusively.]

Well, this is a bit of a different project...I admit to not being sure what it could do in this world, but it has to do with energy conversion and reabsorption, and if nothing else I thought you might find the notes interesting.

I might have a certain dog and cat following along, along with a newer feline; Mariposa knows how to behave around those cautious of her, of course.

[Doing her 'job' as it were, a physical thing of comfort and more.

Still, Turo's was keeping himself even toned; the entire reason it took him several days to say anything was to ensure he could do that much.]

That is something I've been working on, for my own uses and more. I could share what I've managed here in turn if wanted.

[ Well that's... worrisome. It's pretty clear something is wrong, even if he doesn't want to jump to any conclusions as to what. ]

...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.

[At least he was able to keep an even tone; that was better than just a few days ago—]

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.

I'm sure I can help with some babies. Just tell me what you need.

[ A little pause. ]

I don't think you have to be... good at it. It just helps to try sometimes.

Some extra hands to help bottle feed them, there are six of them.

[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.

Alright. You'll have to show me how to do that part.

[ Concerning!]

That doesn't sound like it'd help anything, no. Want me to uh... meet you at Cosmo?

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.

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. ]

[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.

[ 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. ]

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[He recognizes that melody. But this doesn't sound like anything related to the context of that music box. He tilts his head. The machine felt the need to say they need time for themselves?

...Huh. Well, he's not sure what to expect, or if he'll see him at all, but Shadow has made the decision to come by the Conservatory. He needed to check on the wisps anyway. Eventually he'll get around to the familiar medical building. It's vacant of a certain professor though. He'll still wander around the area before calling it though. Whatever he's feeling about this, he's hoping it's really nothing of concern.]

[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.]

[The few Xolos laying around the entrance and outside of the garden was at least one clue as to where Turo had gone to, ears perking briefly before relaxing again upon registering Shadow's presence.

There was the buzzing of bees dipping into blooms and spread pollen within the garden, moving as freely as the variety of colorful butterflies.

Turo was moving carefully, even ducking a few flowering vines hanging from the ceiling of the greenhouse part where various lattices were propped and built up for the running vines to cling to as they grew. His hand lifted up, a much thicker vine moving and lowering down a larger flower that... opened up to show a Snake-like face hidden amongst the petals; its head rested on that hand for support, pollen coated tongue flicking out.]

There you are. Healthy, so many more petals—would you allow me to collect a few more?

I do have some treats for you. [A pleased hiss and, well. Collecting petals would be plucking them, its eyes soon enough focused on Shadow as Turo still gingerly collected the mix of pink and white petals.

Though his voice sounded... static-y.]

[His steps are careful as he wanders into the garden. Trying not to bring attention to himself, discovering the professor is here, working.

His ears swerve slightly, picking up something was off in his voice. Was the professor due for repairs...? Or is the machine starting to show it's age without a master to properly maintain it? He blinks, feeling eyes on him as his meets the flower snake's. The petals on it shudder slightly.

Well, best make it clear he's not a threat. His steps are still careful, but footstep sounds made clear as he comes up to the basket with the collected petals.] What are these for? [Hi.]

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. ]

Antidote and medicine making. This one has a very venomous bite, with something of its body being poisonous as well; the petals are the best antidote for that, and also helps with creating other antidotes. Does well in some pain relief medicines as well, depending on petal color.

[The flower petal covered snaked calmed as Turo spoke, clearing his throat briefly as if he knew the static was there before speaking again.]

It took various tests to find that out, and I figure it is far better to have antidote and antivenom stored here than not.

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.]

[ 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. ]

Do let me know if I can assist in any manner.

[ But unfortunately, there's no real way to "solve" the problem, nothing Sherlock feels he can really do. Not on this matter.

However, there may be a big three-headed dog whining at Turo's door and giving big snuffles as he catches Turo's scent. Basker has his own ideas. ]

Is there anything I can do for you?

[ He doesn't know what happened but he can tell something is wrong. ]

[Poison. He would like to not experience that again anytime soon. So he will stay a reasonable distance so as to not agitate the serpent.]

Are you in need of repairs? [Turo can try to hide it, but it only makes Shadow more suspicious about his behavior.]

[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.]

[The snake blossom at least seemed to calm after a moment, relaxing into Turo's hand supporting it while the other still collected the loosest petals. Took a little feeling around, but it was better than pulling those still attached.

Was almost like grooming.

Of course his hand paused, briefly. Ah—]

Oh, no. Just—you could say that I am simply experiencing overwhelming emotion, and at times they cause some fluctuation to my voice. I have to remove crystal flakes as well, here and there, that have been forming. [They had been taking on tear-like shapes. At the very least his tone implied he was working through it, just... taking time still to do so.]

Don't feel as if you have to switch, voice is simply easier for me right now. [Just... just to reassure that, given Sherlock's own comfort and preferences.

Which means the man can probably hear Basker near as well as Turo, especially when he moves to open the door—]

The offer is very much appreciated, Sherlock. I may have a few plush designs that you could look over, if they may do well in the shop or not.

[—and hello, Basker.]

Perhaps a little help when I come to collect Dojima's things from our -well, now solely mine- cabin on the ship. I'm gathering his things to keep together in one place... slowly.

[Of course only he would know what had belonged to the other, but... that wasn't the point of the request. Turo very much wanted to do the opposite of his creator.]

[...The snake is clearly not causing him to have these "overwhelming emotions" is it? He looks between the professor and the snake?]

Would you like me to assist in some way?

In a way, you already are. You could tell something was wrong, even if you're not sure what, and you came by the check as you would with any other possible bit of trouble. [Even if Shadow might not see it a certain way, that was what he had done; more than likely if there was potentially dangerous trouble, yet all the same...

Turo patted the snake's underside lightly before it was reacting -most of the way- back amongst the terrace plants above.]

Presence can mean much, when the issue partly is a fear of doing as my creator did in such a time. Bury himself in work, obsessed with the idea he could fix it with some great discovery.

[Well when you're buddies with a certain mad genius, naturally Shadow would be suspicious of any change in behavior. That's definitely why he's checking in, yep.

His left ear twitches in thought. Fix something? Something has upset the professor that he would want to distract himself in his work. Change an outcome that sounds like, it cannot be done.

He comes more forward as the snake takes it's leave.] It be foolish of you to try anything reckless in front of me. [His way of saying, he's here.]

[There was a faint, brief sort of laugh, Turo closing the lid of the jar he collected the petals in.] That I most certainly can count on you for.

Another reason I appreciate you checking in, truly.

[It did more than Turo had words for in the moment.] You are welcome to stay for what time you can spare, even in silence the company is appreciated.

I am simply going to check on another visitor to the garden- other than the bees and butterflies. Would you like to see them? [Tone implied it wasn't a person, but something that also seemed to help with garden health and growth.]

[ 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. ]

[...He has no where he needs to be at this moment. And fortunate for Turo, Shadow does not have a problem being around him. He glances around and then nods to Turo.]

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.]

[There was a bit of meat tugged out from a container in his pocket, which Turo tossed upwards as he moved away from the overhead terraces; the snake bloom caught it before it could start falling back down, retreating to enjoy the reward for a behaved grooming.]

This way then, they've taken up near the flower patches. [Turo had expanded the garden a decent bit, the energy shields that had been tweaked to react like a greenhouse helping with that given they could be snapped into any place or shape.

Amongst the flowers there were a few hopping little bunnies that blended a little into the various patches. Butterflies and bees calmly moving above them as well, as if the hops helped further attract them.]

I came in here a few mornings ago to find one, and a few more have managed their way in. They haven't been nibbling on anything, and where they are seems to have growth thrive.

[ 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. ]

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.

[His attention might have been caught on those shields around the garden for a moment. Curious about them. If they're helping to regulate the garden, that be kind of useful on his ship. When there's the sound of movement, his attention diverts to the source.

He stares. Rabbits? He quietly observes, listening to Turo's explanation. He can see they have flowers on them...it's kind of cute.] Maybe it's a sign your garden is in good health if they're here.

That has been a theory of mine, and I hope it is so. [Spoken softly- even as one of the rabbits with purple blooms amongst white fur perks up, sitting up for a moment and locating both Turo and Shadow visibly after hearing them. It ducked back down—] Even in the world I am from, pokémon appear in places suitable for them and in good health—aside from the pokémon born from pollution and trash, of course.

[—that same rabbit popping out of the flower patches, hopping towards them, stopping as it landed with front paws on Turo's foot, looking up at the both of them.]

... It is also partly due to me wanting to know I am doing well when it comes to this garden. A reassurance, I suppose. [Spoken as he lowered, sitting on his feet so as not to disturb the rabbit there that kept its front paws in place, a hand offered. That little soft furred nose skimming over his palm to sniff, wiggling as they tended to.]

I've made a sort of 'door' in the energy shielding so they can come and go as they please.

...You have pokemon born from pollution? [There are those who learn to adapt in more unpleasant environments, but never actually born from it. Shadow remains still, watching the rabbit approach Turo. He neither attempts to interact, or back away should the rabbits choose to investigate him.]

Have you failed to maintain a garden in the past?

Yes, and even some regional variants changed due to pollution of the world as well. A rather firm reminder how close to Nature they are, and how deeply that people can cause that change. [As people changed the world, the world changed pokémon in some places as a result. That new pokemon would come into existance due to it as well.

A second rabbit had come up, a third waiting by the patches, sitting up briefly to scent the air as it hopped to stop by Turo and the first briefly. Scenting before hopping along, watching Shadow carefully.

Turo was careful, fingers brushing along the fur of the rabbit that was still with him.]

Truthfully? I have... never gotten to maintain one before this world, and this is the first one I started. To see it progress as it has, and even have one around my cottage, has been rewarding—even if I still wonder.

[ 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.

[ Sherlock does prefer to use text if only because he can better control what he says, especially with the narration affliction he has far too often. ]

I do not claim to be an expert in any fashion on the subject, but I could give an opinion. I may need to collect Basker at any rate.

[ Can Basker fit through the door? Possibly not, but he will stick one of his snoots through to try and give Turo a great big lick. ]

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