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

[i_speak_softly]

No, of course not. [He rubs his aching head.] You're April. [Female + human + not screaming = Must be April.]

[vacuumsghosts.livejournal.com]

[See icon! It can be heard. You're suppose to be the smart one. Wait a second.] Who's April?

[i_speak_softly]

You're April. ... You're carrying a bazooka. [This is a strange and intriguing thing.]

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[vacuumsghosts.livejournal.com]

No, I'm Maddie, Maddie Fenton. Danny's mom? Scientist and inventor? Studies ghosts?

[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?

[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.

[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.]