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.))

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[theartinyou.livejournal.com]

I'm deviatArt, ne! Konichiwa!

[hiddenbadass]

[Hey, it's all he can give. ... And at that last question, he pulls Don a little closer to him. He doesn't care if he gets sick if it helps.]

... I'm real, Donny. You're just sick. ... ... Raph's here too, then?

[vacuumsghosts.livejournal.com]

[Ping!]

I understand now. It's a ghost. [Bringing out the bazooka and marching right in.] When I find that I'll blast it's manifestation of ecto-plasmic energy imposed animal conscious out this zone!

[i_speak_softly]

[April, you are very attractive when you use big words and handle huge guns. Not that Don would ever say so.]

When did you change your mind about high-powered weaponry?

[i_speak_softly]

Mikey... [He curls against Mike's shoulder.] We've been waiting for you.

[i_speak_softly]

Ohayo gozaimas, Art-san... [The translation magic. It's doing weird things again. Not that Don is coherent enough to really notice.]

[theartinyou.livejournal.com]

Uwahhhhhhh! You know Nihongo? Sugoi!

[i_speak_softly]

Hai, < my father is from Japan >.


(( < > indicates stuff beyond my totally fake translation abilities.))

[hiddenbadass]

[The "we" is his answer.

This is starting to get very awkward. But, at the same time, he doesn't let go. He shifts so he can hold Donny better.]

Sorry I didn't get here sooner. ... Wherever "here" is.

[theartinyou.livejournal.com]

[i_speak_softly]

Luceti. Nexus world. Been here ten months... Raph eleven. When - When're you from?

[ownseverything.livejournal.com]

[AND GOOGLE APPEARS. And he looks mildly surprised to be consulted but]

What's up, deviantART?

[vacuumsghosts.livejournal.com]

[Good idea. Don't want to let the hubby know.]

Do not fear Donny. You just rest there while I search the perimeter. That ghost won't know what hit him.

[March. March. March. Pause.]

Oh, here. Have a cookie.

[hiddenbadass]

[... Wait, ten months? Eleven? A nexus world isn't as surprising, but--

Well, Don had come back still as young as he was. And they had been through weird time stuff before. So, something had happened again. He'd figure it out later. For now, Don is probably half-coherent and unable to answer his questions properly.

Ignoring everything else that's happened to him beyond his last moment with Donatello--and even that moment--Mike starts with the simple things.]

From our last chance to bring Shredder down.

[theartinyou.livejournal.com]

Can you translate 私の父は日本からです。 for me?

[ownseverything.livejournal.com]

[...! Okay, activating Google Translate now. His right (blue) eye flashes briefly as he makes the query]

"My father is from Japan."

[theartinyou.livejournal.com]

Arigato, Googie-taicho.

[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!

[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.]

[ownseverything.livejournal.com]

[Yeah whatever he'll just lurk here. And consider the merits of putting up some ads here. Carry on.]

[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...

[toasterciiide.livejournal.com]

Certainly! How about some toast?

[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]

I think I can handle toast.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don is not at all opposed to having April protect him with firearms bigger than herself. Especially if she's also providing cookies.]

[Munch munch munch.]