Thirty-Ninth Theory [Action]

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[The house is too quiet today. With April sent home, Derek hiding out who-knows-where, and Leo gone to battle, it's down to just Don and Raph again - and not in their little apartment now, but in a house that feels suddenly too big.]

[Fortunately, Don has some things to occupy himself with. After making sure Raph is all right to be left alone for a few hours, he heads out to visit some friends.]

[He goes first up the path to C7, to visit Frederic - to check on the man in his roommate's absence and to deliver a certain package.]

[After that he'll circle back to C3. He needs to see a certain resident that he's been visiting frequently of late. This time, however, he won't go around to the door of the apartment. Instead he'll knock on the window. There's something they need to talk about, and this seems like a more apt way to begin the conversation.]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph's okay. Not good, not great, but okay. He's feeling like himself again health-wise, at least. It's a welcome change after that two day long hangover. But he'll survive.

At the moment, he's in his room, trying to clean up as much as possible.]

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[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek's a lot closer to town than he had been. Close enough that he notes when Don is out and about.

He won't approach his former housemate for a while; probably not until it's obvious that Don is finally headed home. And then he'll follow for a bit before deciding to say anything.]

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[refinedmaestro.livejournal.com]

[Frederic had been making tea in the kitchen when he hears a knock on his door and answers it.]

Oh hello Donatello, what brings you here?

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert hadn't been doing much either, other than brooding quietly over the fact Ami had been drafted, and had turned out to be a person entirely different from what he'd expected. He's in the middle of absentmindedly writing a report which is mostly just empty words when he hears a rapping noise on the window.

He glances up, looking mildly curious - and when he sees Don's face that curiosity changes to something between surprise and concern.

The scientist hurries (well, as much as he can hurry) himself over to the window and opens it, looking out at Donatello.]

A-Ah. Salutations, Donatello. [This is a very strange way to meet, but Robert can't deny he's glad to see the turtle again.]