Ask the Professor

THUD

Toga tilts its head to the side as it looks at its master laying on the ground, tangled up in blankets, half awake and half naked, and swearing under his breath. A paw extends out, and a scarred hand reaches to grab it. With very little effort from the feline's side, up to his feet the professor goes. It takes a moment to steady the unstable professor, and Toga gives an apologetic chuff, nuzzling its big head into the professor's body hard enough to nearly knock him to the ground again.

"HA! Haha ok- ok it's fine, it's fine." He laughs as he pushes the big lummox's head away. He sighs, beginning the search for his abandoned pajamas, muttering, "clearly you're not gonna let me sleep so...Guess we should start the day, eh?"

The beast chuffs again, starting to purr and moving to help the adled professor get ready for the day.

...

Less than an hour later, the metal door slides open as the professor steps out in a colorful patterned shirt, a pair of camo shorts, and a freshly cleaned lab coat (with brand new fabric patches to hide the holes). Heading to the main room, he lifts a clipboard off the wall, before pressing a button on the intercom next to the hook.

"Beeper?" Radio static follows, before an almost musical chorus of beeps responds back. The professor smiles, leaning on the wall. "Morning to you too. Ready to go over the checklist?"

Silence follows. But the professor is unbothered, this is routine at this point. He turns with a smile, just in time to see his faithful Beheeyem teleport in behind him. This little trick used to scare the everloving daylights out of him every time, especially when it was still a little Elgyem. Sometimes he wondered if the little devil got a thrill out of it, especially when it seemed to teach the same dirty trick to its mate and offspring. Luckily, that little shiny Elgyem can't seem to turn off those sparkle-noises whenever it appears.

"Alright...breakfast prepared?" Bee-beep! "And you had Beeps and P-Team double check for cross-contamination? I don't want a repeat of last weeks...Yartz incident." Bee-bee-beep! "Excellent. Now, onto assigned duties..."

He mumbles to himself, running down his list and flipping through pages. "Looks like we got Grunthilda on fight training again, Cooper...Cooper handled the ground types yesterday, take him off it. Let's put Gravelball on it instead, he's got a good head on his....arms...." He trails off for a moment. Gravellers tend to be mostly head and arms anyways.

"Ah- ahem anyways. Uhhh the watertypes need to be checked up, put Turboken on it. Fire types go with Charmar again, and uh...lets give Nabuni a rest, have Lilligilly watch the grass types..."

Each time the professor brings up a rule, a command, a change in schedule, Beeper beeps. Eventually, he hands over the clipboard.

"...And Lil Puffs is in charge of the baby-types today. Sound good?"

Bee-bee-beep!

"Good! Remember to take the back copy to Beeps and have her run it through to the L-A's. I'll be out in the main grounds for most of the day observing." He smiles, and turns to leave. But midstep, he'd halt, quickly whirling back around as he adds on "Oh! And uh, if you see ChiChi, tell him to meet me out there. He uh...didn't come to bed last night."

The professor gives a strained sort of smile. His partner raichu does this sometimes, ever since the sanctuary opened it's been rather keen on its "secret" meetups with its numerous suitors. He has some doubts about this newest one. That Galoran dual type seems like trouble...

Not the Beeper would catch on to any of this. Or...so the professor thinks. It makes a point to know any and all things happening on the grounds at all times. But, it keeps its beeps to itself. And with a final bee-bee-beep from its pods, away it goes, happily filling its role as the professors faithful little assistant. Much to the chagrin of his overworked, shiny offspring Beeps.

Still, that's to bee expected when your egg-layer is a workaholic, in charge of keeping one of the most scatterbrained, strangest professors in pokemon history organized and on track.

Travelled to 5 different regions, caught over 700 pokemon, used his champion winnings to open a massive plot of land so those who wanted to stay could run free. Now turned into a place of study for pokemon behaviors, and rehabilitation for the lost, abandoned and abused.

He takes in a deep breath through his nose, lifts a little box from his lab coat, pops out a little rolled up bundle, and with a flick of Ember from the paw of his Incineroar, he'd take in a breath, and let out a puff of smoke as he heads out the back double doors to the beautiful, open ranch expanse that he calls home. Where pokemon roam and play, battle and train, live and love, dig, swim and fly to their heart's content.