Forty-Third Theory [Mostly Action]

[i_speak_softly]

((General post for the next two weeks or so. Preemptive tl;dr, find him anywhere, though suggestion of day/place/activity is appreciated.))

[As May begins, and as a fairly large percentage of May goes by, Donatello can be found doing the following things:

-Jogging through the woods, tracking down any signs of life detected by the departed Mr. Scott's not-really-new-and-not-exactly-improved-either tricorder. ((New Feathers, feel free to jump in here.))

-Hauling huge loads of books to and from the library.

-Studying these books - in and around House 55, at the library itself, by the fountain, at the coffee shop, alongside the river... pretty much anywhere.

-Copying diagrams from the books into his journal.

-Working at the smithy, trying to create physical equivalents of these diagrams.

-Digging through bins at the item shop.

-Practicing wind magic or good old-fashioned ninjutsu in various open areas around the edges of the village.

And a few more specific actions:]


[Don needs a few minutes of your time. If you don't dare to approach him while he's working, he'll come looking for you.]



[Some rainy evening, Don will show up at Robert's door with a duffel bag and a goofy grin. You owe him a nanocomputer demonstration - and he brought you a gift.]



Frederic, a question, if you have a minute...

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[refinedmaestro.livejournal.com]

I'm here Donatello, what did you wish to ask me about?

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[i_speak_softly]

About that teleportation trick you showed me at Christmas. A few questions, actually.

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[refinedmaestro.livejournal.com]

Oh is that all? Well, you may ask.

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[i_speak_softly]

Can you teleport anything?

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[refinedmaestro.livejournal.com]

Well thus far I've only tried myself and small objects, nothing more.

[Action; rainy day (more distinct date when calendar's released?)]

[semper_cogitans]

[Boyfriends randomly dropping in is the best thing ever. Though Robert is definitely a little surprised.]

... Ah, Don? Is there something the matter?

[There'd been some awkwardness after the last major experiment, yes, and that had kept them apart for awhile. In the meantime Robert had had his thoughts and his analyses and his reports... no surprise that he'd go a little introverted after such a crisis with relationships. That, and Helios was avoiding him.

But he's still happy to see Don, even if he thinks there's a problem, until... he remembers.]

... Ah, oh yes... you did mention wanting to see my nanocomputer during a rainy evening...

[That explains the visit, then. Robert ushers the probably-slightly-damp turtle inside his apartment.]

Fine, mods, don't give us a calendar

[i_speak_softly]

Raph's still missing, but no new disasters, at least.

[He follows Robert inside, the rain rapidly evaporating from his skin.]

I brought you something.

WE'LL HAVE OUR OWN CALENDAR okay not really

[semper_cogitans]

Ah... [Robert's face falls a bit. He's actually genuinely worried about Raph, and hopes everything will be okay.

Whatever rain that hasn't evaporated will be getting sponged off as soon as Robert can find a towel.]

... Oh? Whyever for? [Not that he isn't thrilled to be getting something...] ... But, of course, thank you for thinking of me, regardless.

/invents two new months

[i_speak_softly]

[Don will trade that towel for his duffel bag, though it probably won't occur to him to do anything with it.]

Because having the right equipment is critical. Go put these on.

[In the bag Robert will find a swim mask, a pair of flippers, a snorkel, and a proliferation of inflatable water wings. Don has no idea how many of those it takes to make a Robert-sized human neutrally buoyant, so he just took a pile of them.]

Have a new feather jumping in?

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

[In the woods on Friday Morning Donatello might come across a small red being with white wings walking around the woods with a slight limp and confused look on his face.]

Welcome!

[i_speak_softly]

[When the tricorder picks up life signs, Don follows them eagerly - until the increasingly-precise readings make it clear that these are not reptilian life signs.]

[Dispirited, not really wanting to see anyone who isn't his brother, he almost veers away from the impending encounter. He's a beat away from a ninja-vanish when he sighs and resumes his original course. It's New Feather time, and Raphael won't be the only one in the woods who could use some help.]

[In a moment, the underbrush rustles, and out comes... something. Don sticks the beeping tricorder in his belt and tries to look friendly.]

Ah... hello.

Thank you ^_^

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

[And the Echidna is instantly on guard when he heard the rustling of someone coming closer. The turtle is a bit taller than the average mobian, but that wasn't too odd. Not as odd as waking up in an unfamiliar woods wearing unfamiliar clothes anyway. At least the trousers were easily removed and tossed aside. Now he just had to find away out of the woods...]

[..of course that doesn't mean he's going to tell the first person he runs into that he's lost, especially when they're wearing a mask.]

...Hello.

[i_speak_softly]

[You don't have to tell him. He's been here long enough that he knows how things work.]

Let me guess. You just woke up in a place you've never seen before. You were wearing something that isn't yours and you found a book with your name on it.

[It occurs to him that this might sound a little creepy.]

It happens to everyone.

[Action, backdated to yesterday, maybe?] Sorry, kept forgetting to tag this. x.x

[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

[Leo kept his word, and returned a few days after his post on the network. It's a couple of days later, and he's outside again, down by the river nearest to the house. He's sharpening one of his katana, but he's also out here to try and just enjoy the quiet.]

Works for me :)

[i_speak_softly]

[Don also comes down to the river some time later, by chance - he's looking for a reading spot and didn't realize this is where Leo had gone.]

[He sits down near his brother and opens the book, but doesn't read it. Instead he stares over the water and listens to the familiar rhythm of sword-sharpening.]

[He might say something eventually, if you don't first.]

[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

[Rivers are pretty good places for calm and quiet. He looks up as Don sits next to him.]

Hey. [Some how, he can feel his brother's not there just to relax, at least not with him around.]

Everything all right?

[i_speak_softly]

I don't know. [He says it with the lack-of-concern that generally means he knows how to find out, but without the joy-of-imminent-discovery that tends to also accompany such declarations.]

oh, i don't know, let's say may 4

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Donnnnnnnniiiiiiie.

[Mike flops down next to you, wherever you are.]

i like how these dates are going backwards

[i_speak_softly]

[He's on the roof of C1, the furthest apartment building from home, Mike how do you do that.]

Aah!

are they? /checks LOL

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Uh, ninja?]

Geez, Donnie, chillax. What're you doing, anyway?

i don't know /quits pretending to be organized

[i_speak_softly]

[He swears you're also part-bloodhound.]

[Don hands Mike the book he nearly just dropped off the building.]

Decompression sickness (DCS) is due to the formation of inert gas bubbles in tissues and/or blood due to supersaturation, where either the mechanical stresses caused by bubbles or their secondary cellular effects cause organ dysfunction. DCS can be caused by a reduction in ambient pressure during ascent from a dive, rapid altitude excursion, in space or a hyperbaric/hypobaric chamber. Bubble formation occurs when decompression occurs sufficiently fast that tissue inert gas partial pressure exceeds ambient pressure, causing supersaturation and bubble formation. The resulting clinical manifestations include joint pains, cutaneous eruptions or rashes, neurological dysfunction, cardiorespiratory symptoms and pulmonary edema, shock and death. Several mechanisms have been hypothesized by which bubbles may exert their deleterious effects. These include direct mechanical disruption of tissue, occlusion of blood flow, platelet deposition and activation of the coagulation cascade, endothelial dysfunction and capillary leakage, complement activation and leukocyte-endothelial interaction.

[action—May 11]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[True to his word, sometime during the afternoon, Caesar will be outside of the stable near his house with his little dog (http://gensopedia.duefiumi.com/images/1/10/Kogoro.jpg). Well, the dog is running around, probably chasing something, and Caesar's just kind of leaning against the stable and watching him, but it's totally the same thing. He's waiting, of course, for his new acquaintance to show up, but it's a nice day out I hope, so he doesn't mind too much.]

[i_speak_softly]

[The acquaintance materializes after a while - but you may get the feeling he's actually been standing there for some time.]

Hi.

[And had you realized he's a giant turtle?]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[Caesar blinks at him for a moment, but it's not too shocking a sight. He's more surprised because this explains that whole "being watched" feeling rather than the fact that he's a giant turtle. He waves a hand at him.]

Yo. [He gestures toward the little dog, who stops running around when Don approaches.] His name is Kogoro.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don nods to the young man and to the dog, greeting them equally.] Caesar. Kogoro. What can I do for you? [That might just sound like a plural "you".]

((On flimsy evidence I headcanon that the Turtles can "talk" to animals. Not exactly in words, but a general impression of what the animal is thinking and feeling. And animals can likewise "read" the thoughts and feelings of the Turtles. Godmod this as you will.))