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]

[Thanks for the vote of confidence, bro.]

He already said he would try the hang-gliders.

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Hey, he never said they don't work. They just sometimes work in... interesting ways.]

And he knows what those are?

more keywords

[i_speak_softly]

[Just this look. Do you really think your genius brother's partner is that ignorant?]

^_^

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Hey, you never know. A lotta stuff never made it to the future, you know.

[i_speak_softly]

And that's why people commonly study history.

Yes, he knows what hang-gliders are.

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

At least they still have pizza. Even if it is terrible.

I told him I'd make him some sometime. [Casually. This isn't strange at all.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don has no qualms with you cooking for his boyfriend. It's not like he's providing much in that department himself.]

[He slows his pace as they approach the house.]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

When are they gonna be ready, anyway?

[i_speak_softly]

The gliders? [He opens the door.] They're done.

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

So when are we gonna go?

[He makes a beeline for the kitchen and takes a big gulp of Kool Aid right out of the pitcher, before offering it to Don, wiping his mouth with his other hand.]

Thirsty?

You win this icon round

[i_speak_softly]

Depends when Raph comes back. [He also drinks from the pitcher.] Depends what they've done to him.

is it cheating if i uploaded it just for that tag?

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[You had to bring that up. Mike's face falls a little.]

He'll be okay. [It's kind of a question.]

i have no problem with that

[i_speak_softly]

He was last time. [It's almost an answer.]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

How often does it happen? [To Raph. To anyone.]

[i_speak_softly]

Often. [He takes another sip and then passes back the pitcher.] Mike, will you do one thing for me before Raph comes back?

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[A little warily:] What?

[i_speak_softly]

Ransack his side of the room and find me the tin of turtle wax.

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Whaddya need that for?

[Dude, you made that sound so dirty.]

[i_speak_softly]

It's mine and I want it back.

[You probably don’t want a more detailed explanation than that.]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Ooookay. Whatever, dude, that turtle wax is yours. But it wasn't me who got it for you, okay?

[i_speak_softly]

No, of course not. Why would I ask you to do that?

[He loves you.]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

[He loves you too.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Now that that's taken care of -]

Wasn't there something you wanted me to fix?

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Yes! Video games! They're in here! [He all but pushes Don into the living room, and then runs to his room, from which can be heard:] They're in here. I'll bring 'em to you. Do you need anything else to drink? Some snacks? Screwdrivers?

[i_speak_softly]

A foot rub and an uneventful week?

The toolkit in the top drawer. [Of the desk in the workroom.]