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]

[Having a bizarre sense of deja vu. Talk amongst yourselves, brothers.]

[i_speak_softly]

Thanks. [He'll take that toast out of your... slot. And eat it.]

[i_speak_softly]

Donatello. [Introducing himself to random strangers? Sure, why not?]

[i_speak_softly]

... Turtle Donatello. [Because apparently in your world it is customary to introduce oneself by species.]

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

It's good to meet you, Donatello. I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy my stay here in this... whatever type of dimension this is.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

I was gonna guess chartreuse. Few polka dots. Y'know, somethin' fitting.

[Also, don't mind that one of Raph's looks like it went through the woodchipper.]

[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]

Pocket dimension. World between worlds. Interesting place.

[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.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Well, he's talking to you anyway.]

Don, I think somethin' happened.

[i_speak_softly]

Ngh... [Okay, he's awake.] Where? [He thinks you're talking about a sixth-sense sort of "something happened".]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

No, I mean here. [He scrambles out of bed and dashes to his room to grab his journal, comes back and plops down on the bed again, flipping through the pages to check the dates.] Ha! It's the twentieth. I'm missin' two whole days!

[i_speak_softly]

You had the flu, Raph. [Going back to bed now.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

No, I was feelin' okay Friday.

[i_speak_softly]

[Raph. More info. Your brother is still too sick to fill in your blanks.]

What day is it?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Monday.

1/2

[i_speak_softly]

Already?

I lied 2/3

[i_speak_softly]

[Oh. Wait. Maybe you have a point.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Sitting up now, and checking both of them for unfamiliar injuries. A two-day blackout is never a good thing.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph rolls his eyes at Don's prodding, but submits to it for the sake of his brother's reassurance.]

I think I'm all right. Just don't remember a thing.

[i_speak_softly]

What are they saying on the journals? Did other people black out too?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Uh...[Give him a second.] Just that Bernkastle bitch blatherin' on about missin' a weekend. Dunno if it happened to everybody or not.

[i_speak_softly]

I don't know her. [Though it sounds like Raph does.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

She lectured me over the books about somethin' a while ago. Has a real stick up her butt.

[i_speak_softly]

Reliable source of information, though?