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]

Raph, they're back... [In case you hadn't noticed. And to make sure you agree. If you see them too, they must be real...]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Grinning like a fiend, you both get an arm around your shoulders whether you like it or not.]

Ah, you just gotta love Turtle Luck.

[This's probably one of the happiest days of his life. Not that he'd say that out loud. He's missed you guys so much.]

I see 'em, Donnie.

[notfunnyraph.livejournal.com]

[Mikey being the laid back guy that he is doesn't fight the arm around his neck]

Heh, you mean the same Turtle Luck that keeps tossing us from world to world? Yeah about time it worked in our favour.

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So what's with the wings anyway?

[thesevencodes.livejournal.com]

They're attached to residents upon arrival. Everyone in Luceti has them. Or...should.

Yours were orange before. One guess what mine were.

[i_speak_softly]

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

[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.]

[notfunnyraph.livejournal.com]

[Snickers.] At least ours would have been balanced...then again these are so puny I guess they wouldn't throw your balance off my much.

[And now Mikey is going to try and reach for Raph healthy looking wing, pulling it open to get a better look at it.]