‘Ello! Heard somebody was laid up. Oof, you ain’t looking so good, are ya friend? Ah well, ol’ Tommy’s got just the thing to make the time go by. Master Walleye Crusher, may I introduce you to the esteemed Baby’s Best Bedtime Littlest Laudanum. Mum swore by it, why, don’t right remember half my childhood I think!
Say now, that looks like one o’ them machines the Dr.'s always 'round bout the engines with… Why’s it keep screeching every time Frog-oh there gets close by?
Sorry to hear about your being cupped in the pudding-house.
Quite terrible, really. Whatever your .net was up to, that was no way to treat you. Of course, if it had been lobsters like me instead of the softskins that make up most of this planet’s population, we’d just have eaten you and been done with it.
Anyway, I gathered up the rest of the gear form that .net. Where should I put it?
Whipweed, eh? Good thinkin’. Multi-spectrum approach, take care of anything. Never can be too careful when it comes to your health [winks]. You just count on ol’ Tom here to get you the best medicines, whatever you need.
I may need to ask for your assistance in this regard in the near future, Ratchetcrank, depending on the continuing availability of Rounder’s “patent medicines”.
Of course, Ol’ Tom’s always happy to help. Something specific in mind or you lookin’ for a more bespoke tonic, something to soften planetfall as it were?
The local constubalry only requires autopsies for True Citizens, so the scene is undisturbed. When the papers inquired, I described vague plague-like symptoms, so most believe that he died of dysentary.
Also, here’s his science log, his communicator, and his journals.
As several witnessed, Ensign Crusher was run-through with a spear. According to his report to you, this injury came from a mob who alleged him of supporting New Prussian intelligence activities.
As you noted, it was curious that Ensign Crusher had gone out-of-his-way when returning from Dr. Franksenketchup’s fishery. I discovered that Ensign Crusher sent a parcel to the young maiden @Ssskidwish. I recovered the following copy of one of his draft messages from his personal iFin:
Interestingly, the post office registers that someone from Dewclaw Manor sent a reply but I could find no record of the contents of that reply.
The timing is important, though, as it was only the season before the attack when you and @Chewseen upgraded from a spartan apartment to a fashionable apartment. Young Walleye was using the post office to hold mail during the move. When he was attacked by the mob, he lost two parcels: a letter from Dewclaw Manor and a receipt of registration of his new address.
The contents and whereabouts of The Dewclaw Letter are unknown.
But we do have a record of who knew about Crusher’s new address, and his attackers may have paid a visit while he tried to recover.
First to visit was Rockford “Rocco” Julius, ward of Hieronymoose Farnsworth, III. Abacus Racks is notable for being one of the first sandfisheries established on Weatherby, and the only to deny entry to Ensign Crusher to inspect for sentience. Rocco also is known for his taste in sandfish.
Next to visit was Qaaxtzl, the reclusive ward of the previously retired Lt. Erythro Brummell. The flowers gifted by Qaaztzl still register a high degree of alpha wave emission, reminiscent of the cold-blooded political assassinations of the Mondo era.
Unsurprisingly, the Landau Collective sent a late-generation emissary. It’s known throughout the city of Weatherby, and the planet of Weatherby, that Mr. Jules Rothschild Karekin desires to be the primary supplier of ethically sourced sandfish. And now, holding one of only three UFOS Certifications of being a sentient-free sandfishery, it would be uncharacteristic of them to not try to optimize that competitive advantage and corner the market.
Last to visit was Mr. Richard Oomingmak Ticklebot Liversnaps-Grayson. The stuffed animal provided to Walleye was steeped in a concoction of whipweed tonic wine, Merrimoose syrup, and collodial seryl, the likes of which I’ve never seen. It is unknown what neurological effects these vapors would have upon a sentient being, but certainly would be dangerous for someone in such criticial recovery as Walleye.
There are few known cases of this type of stasis, known colloquially as the “Norwegian Blues” but better known as pining. It was last observed to occur 57 years ago in the Taaa’keeen territories.