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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[i_speak_softly]

Not my term.

["Knuckles"? Is that your not-as-cool-as-you-think-it-is fighter name?]

Donatello.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

[No, It's my only name :|]

[The Echidna is tempted to ask what Donatello was doing in the woods but he changes his mind at the last moment]

So how long have you been here Donatello.

[i_speak_softly]

Over a year. [He looks weary at the thought of it.] I wasn't kidding about settling in.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

Over a year... [Yeah, that was the last thing Knuckles wanted to hear.]

[i_speak_softly]

[He stares at the ground for a moment.] The good news is time doesn't pass in your world while you're here.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

That...

Good. [That means the Chaos Emeralds are safe, he hopes.] That's something at least.

[i_speak_softly]

Try to think of it as a vacation. The food is free and the activities sometimes aren't awful.

[wears-a-torc.livejournal.com]

[A vacation? What's that?]

"Sometimes aren't awful?" [Knuckles manages a small smirk.] Sounds great.

[i_speak_softly]

[He points to the journal again.] Read the guide. [And half-turns, ready to head off into the woods.] Good luck.