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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[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[You like being busy.]

Thank you thank you thank you!

I'll make you some pie for dessert tonight! And... and cookies. And... [He's not going to offer to do your chores, Donnie. Sorry.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Ulp.]

Please don't.

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Awww, Donnie. The one time Splinter's telling you to eat sweets, and you don't want any.

[i_speak_softly]

[He buries his face in his hands.] No more.

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Mike pats your shell, laughing.]

Then maybe I can repay you with some creative smuggling.

[i_speak_softly]

You know who needs to be smuggled to?

[Open-ended question to see if you spontaneously agree with his assessment.]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Dude, Raph'll be so much less cranky when he doesn't have to eat bran muffins all the time.

[Nope.]

[i_speak_softly]

[A pause, while Don weighs the potential consequences of divulging these details, and then he says:]

Robert is like this.

[He indicates something about the diameter of a personal pizza.]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Dude, he can tell that just by looking. (He's ignoring any other method you may have had of finding this out.)]

He can have some too. [The guy likes his cooking. Whatever other failings he has, this will always serve to balance out the scales somewhat.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don fiddles with his book for a minute.]

Can I ask you another favor?

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Sure, I'll make some cheesecake just for him. [What a good boyfriend you are. (Mike... really hopes it's as simple as that.)]

[i_speak_softly]

[Mike. Close mouth, open ears.]

We promised Master Splinter he would try to get more exercise. But I'm not very good at...

[He trails off. Does he have to elaborate on what he's not good at?]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[Argh. He does owe you... well, he will. Are video games worth this? For once in his life, Mike's not sure.

Scratch that, they totally are.]

What, I gotta teach him to fight? We're talking the Karate Kid here? He has to call me Michelangelo-sensei.

[i_speak_softly]

No no no. [With emphatic waving of hands.] No fighting. Jogging. Maybe some light weights.

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

I... can do that.

But it's gonna cost you! [Mock glower.]

[i_speak_softly]

[In response, a more serious glower, silently conveying many dire threats if anything should happen to Robert while he is under your care.]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Staring contest!]

[i_speak_softly]

[You win. Sort of.]

Forget it.

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

What, you can't even make a hang glider harness for a mermaid? [He'll do it, Donnie, never fear. And he'll try not to break your boyfriend in the process.]

[i_speak_softly]

For a -- Mike, how many people are you inviting?

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Well, I haven't invited her yet...

[i_speak_softly]

[Seriously, Mike. Invite a few people, but Don won't be amused if a dozen of your friends show up to what's supposed to be a quiet family retreat.]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Just Ami and Keimi and maybe Lucy. Derek's already up there, so he doesn't even count.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don gives Mike his Sad Look. It's not nearly as good as Mike's own Sad Look, but maybe you'll take pity on him anyway?]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Not a bad effort, but you still have much to learn.]

You're bringing Robbie. Why can't I bring people?