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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[i_speak_softly]

[Don makes a little sigh of well-being, and dozes off.]

[i_speak_softly]

Yeah... [Something that's been slowly seeping through his fever-fogged brain finally reaches his consciousness.] Mike, you have no arm.

[hiddenbadass]

[And Mike goes stalk still, just staring down at Donatello with what could only be described as a horrified look because Donatello doesn't remember him. And, until the last few moments, he thought he did.]

[notfunnyraph.livejournal.com]

Don...? [Okay, Baby bro is now going to look for some blankets for you Don.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don pulls back. It's a sensitive subject, obviously, but he couldn't not ask.]

... Mikey?

[i_speak_softly]

[Blankets would be much appreciated. How did he manage to get over here without one?]

[Have the whole set? X3]

[notfunnyraph.livejournal.com]

[And Randomly Mikey appears from another room with a blanket (http://i-speak-softly.livejournal.com/10627.html?thread=1619843#t1619843) in his arms.]

I guess the gang's all here huh?

[hiddenbadass]

You don't remember.

[i_speak_softly]

No... Maybe Raph does...

[notfunnyraph.livejournal.com]

[Clothes, lots of clothes... And here he comes with a thick fluffy purple throw for you!]

[hiddenbadass]

[Mike's just quiet. Again. Until....]

Don, the last thing you remember happened over thirty years ago.

[Action]

[lilbunuwiz.livejournal.com]

[Le gasp.] You speaks as a human bean! What a phenomecausm!

[i_speak_softly]

[Congratulations, Mike, you just made Don's brain explode.]

You're forty- -- [His ability to do math fails.] Over forty?!

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

Um... yeah. Even better when I can think straight.

[i_speak_softly]

[Good work, young Mikey. Don will glom onto that blanket and swiftly cocoon himself in it.]

[hiddenbadass]

[That somehow makes him feel a little better, having Donatello react in shock like that. It was kinda funny.]

Almost fifty.

[notfunnyraph.livejournal.com]

Heh... [And Mikey sits next to Don again ... pulling his music player out of his pocket to listen too while he keeps an eye on the poorly turtle, looks like he'll have to wait to find out where the shell they are ... and what's with the wings anyway?]

[Action]

[lilbunuwiz.livejournal.com]

You is not thinking straight? Is you thinking bendy then? Am I right or left?

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

I'll keep that in mind. [Just taking advice from a guy who very much resembles a Ninja Turtle of the Teenage Mutant variety. Somehow this is not weird at all.] You're completely real, aren't you?

[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?

[imp-1.livejournal.com]

That to, but it's too confusing, so let's throw lots of shoes!

... [The imp looks around the room for a moment then huffs]

But there aren't any shoes! Now what will we do?

[i_speak_softly]

[He grabs compulsively at Mike's other arm.] And the rest of us?

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

... I guess so?

[i_speak_softly]

I'm real to me.