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

[toasterciiide.livejournal.com]

[Why would it want to barge in? It's been here all along!]

Howdy doodly do. How's it going?

[vacuumsghosts.livejournal.com]

[Barging in.]

Donatello! There you are! I'm not sure how we-- [Blink blink, are those wings?]

Are those new accessories?

[hiddenbadass]

[Mike doesn't know how he ended up in this place, but he sees the nearest door and, sensing someone behind it, presses the side of his head against it to listen in.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Oh, neat, a talking toaster.]

Not great. Do you think you can repair me?

[i_speak_softly]

[He gestures to the tissues stuffed into his nostrils.] Yes. Do you think I should keep them?

[i_speak_softly]

[You will hear sniffling and groaning, the sounds of a sick Donatello in his natural habitat.]

[vacuumsghosts.livejournal.com]

[Eww... Don't mind the bazooka strapped on her back.]

That's, not what I was referring. Your wings?

[hiddenbadass]

[Wait, is that Donatello? And is he sick? Mike opens the door quickly, and despite his blank face, there's a worried edge to his tone.]

Donny?

[i_speak_softly]

Are you new here? Everyone has them.

[theartinyou.livejournal.com]

[i_speak_softly]

[Slow blink.]

... Mikey?

[i_speak_softly]

[Hi there, imaginary housebreaker. Looking for something?]

[hiddenbadass]

[He blinks at the wings, but doesn't comment on them. Yet.]

Yeah, it's me.

[He closes the door behind him and walks over to Don, looking around for traps on the way.]

[theartinyou.livejournal.com]

[vacuumsghosts.livejournal.com]

I think you're experiencing temporary memory loss with that illness. Did you forget who I am?

[i_speak_softly]

[Don sits up a little straighter, and holds out his arms. He needs a hug, bro.]

[i_speak_softly]

Sorry, that's mine. [The mound of used tissues drifting across the floor, that is.]

[i_speak_softly]

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

[theartinyou.livejournal.com]

Donatello?

[vacuumsghosts.livejournal.com]

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

[hiddenbadass]

[Mike blinks at him for a long moment. And then, all at once, he understands. He just looks at Donatello a few moments more before he reaches over to give him a one armed hug.

None of this makes any sense. The last thing he can remember...]

... When did you get sick? Where are we?

[i_speak_softly]

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

[i_speak_softly]

[Only a one-armed hug, little brother? You're going to catch his sickness even if you try not to touch him too much.]

Eh, Raph gave me his flu. This is... [He squints hard at this strange-seeming Michelangelo.] Are you real, Mikey? I can't tell...

[i_speak_softly]

[Also searching images. Nothing.] Do I know you?

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[vacuumsghosts.livejournal.com]

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