Thirty-Third and a half Theory [Action/Illusion]

[i_speak_softly]

[Today Donatello is lying on the couch in House 55, staring into space. He's sick and he knows for a fact that he's hallucinating, so he will not be at all disturbed by anything that might present itself to his vision. It's only a product of his feverish brain, after all...]

((Go on and barge into his house, fourth-wallers. Replies may not be entirely coherent, but they will at least be agreeable.))

Comments

[toasterciiide.livejournal.com]

[Why would it want to barge in? It's been here all along!]

Howdy doodly do. How's it going?

[i_speak_softly]

[Oh, neat, a talking toaster.]

Not great. Do you think you can repair me?

[toasterciiide.livejournal.com]

Certainly! How about some toast?

[vacuumsghosts.livejournal.com]

[Barging in.]

Donatello! There you are! I'm not sure how we-- [Blink blink, are those wings?]

Are those new accessories?

[i_speak_softly]

[He gestures to the tissues stuffed into his nostrils.] Yes. Do you think I should keep them?

[hiddenbadass]

[Mike doesn't know how he ended up in this place, but he sees the nearest door and, sensing someone behind it, presses the side of his head against it to listen in.]

[i_speak_softly]

[You will hear sniffling and groaning, the sounds of a sick Donatello in his natural habitat.]

[theartinyou.livejournal.com]

[i_speak_softly]

[Hi there, imaginary housebreaker. Looking for something?]

[Action]

[lilbunuwiz.livejournal.com]

[Don't ask how this 24-foot giant fit into your house. He appears quite intrigued with this turtle-like bean before him.]

... You is not a human bean. Nor is you a turtalittler.

[He bends down so the two of you are more face-to-face... well, face-to-body.]

I is never seeing anything like YOU before!

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[That isn't grammar and some of those aren't even words. Oh well.]

... Hi.

[cheesemonger5.livejournal.com]

[Slooooowly popping up from beside the couch and offering you a tissue. Only his eyes are visible above the couch, so... naturally you can't see him looking RIGHT IN YOUR FACE.

Sad face. He's worried about you... whoever you are.]

[i_speak_softly]

Oh, thanks. [He blows his nose and hands back the dirty tissue. You don't mind, do you?]

[thesevencodes.livejournal.com]

[Donatello will, eventually, be getting a three-fingered hand pressed into his forehead - and then a sigh drained through clenched teeth.]

Never a moment, is there...

[i_speak_softly]

Rarely. [But there's one right now. Don covers Leo's hand with his own, and rests a little easier.]

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

[Mulder is investigating around so he'll literally poke around everywhere, including what seems to be someone's house. He stares curiously for a moment at Donatello.]

My partner will never believe me...

[i_speak_softly]

No, don't use the "she's my cousin" line. That never works. [Dispensing random advice to hallucinations. Just another service provided by your friendly neighborhood tech turtle.]

[notfunnyraph.livejournal.com]

[Somebody was walking past the window when he saw a familiar face and decided to pop in and say hello!]

Don? Wow you look cruddy. You okay?

[i_speak_softly]

[A look of confusion.] Weren't you just here?

[imp-1.livejournal.com]

[A demonic winged creature suddenly flutters by and lands next to the winged turtle.]

My name is Imp 1, and my Friend is Imp 2, and we'd like to ask you, how do you do?

[imp2.livejournal.com]

How do you do, or maybe what do you do, or maybe what is fun for you?

[whipthatworm.livejournal.com]

[Earthworm Jim is suddenly walking into the room.]

Why, good evening there my Turtley chum!

[i_speak_softly]

Hello... You're a worm.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[On Monday morning, Raph awakens with a start, completely disoriented. He stares up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to get his barings straight and piece together the unsettling gaps in his memory.

After a while with no dice, he nudges his brother in the side with his elbow.]

...Donnie?

[i_speak_softly]

[A very expressive grunt, meaning something like I'm exhausted, I'm still sick, and I have a headache I can't account for. Stop poking me.]