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...

Comments

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Mike returns a moment later, leaving Klunk munching away in the kitchen.]

Are you done yet?

[i_speak_softly]

No.

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Why noooot?

[i_speak_softly]

[Really, Mikey? Really?]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Mike rolls over on the couch and presses a pillow over his face.]

I'm boooooooooored!

[i_speak_softly]

[Ignoring.]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

How long?

[i_speak_softly]

[Not dignifying this with a response.]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Nnng.

[Mike gets up and disappears into the kitchen, and soon pots and plans are clattering noisily.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Some time later, Don joins you in the kitchen. You may feed him now.]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Don't eat those.

[The innocent-looking brownies. But apparently the two batches of cookies are safe.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don obediently eats the cookies.]

What are you making?

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Brownies. Again.

[i_speak_softly]

[A little suspiciously:] What's wrong with the other ones?

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Dude, I don't know if you've noticed, but salt and sugar look exactly the same.

[i_speak_softly]

[He has noticed. To the occasional detriment of his morning coffee.]

Aren't you going to throw them out?

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Nah, they'll make good prank props.

[i_speak_softly]

Is that how you thank me for fixing your video games?

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

By warning you in advance?

Yes.

[i_speak_softly]

[He foresees no brownies in his future. Not that he really wanted any.]

How long are you planning to save them?

[Because this is obviously no time for pranks.]

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[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

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[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

...I dunno.

[i_speak_softly]

[The fact that even Mike recognizes this is no time for pranks brings Don down a little. He moves to put a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder.]

I left it on the title screen for you.

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