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.]

[notfunnyraph.livejournal.com]

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

[i_speak_softly]

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

[notfunnyraph.livejournal.com]

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

[i_speak_softly]

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

[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?]