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i_speak_softly) wrote2000-03-05 10:55 pm
i_speak_softly) wrote2000-03-05 10:55 pm
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Luceti Appointments
Need a thread with Don, but don't have a post for it and don't feel like starting one? Stick it here. Please note date, time of day, location, and any relevant circumstances.
[Action] // June 1st
He's not going to react to this. He's already schooling his features into a hard frown. He's mad at Don, and has been mad at Don for months now. It's been a long time since he's fought with a brother for this long, not since he and Leo used to butt heads when they were younger. But this's different, and it still feels so wrong that it's Don. But he tells himself this Don isn't the Don he used to know. His brother has changed, and it hasn't won him any favors.
So with all of that in mind, Raph's planning to get in and get out. See if he knows, then go back on the porch to sulk the rest of the day away.
He won't let this bother him. He won't give Don the satisfaction.]
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Pretend this is a quietly worried face. /iconfail
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[Action] Morning of June 13th, before she's fully affected
Oddest of all, she is without armor. She got in an agreement with Charlotte, and the later most likely forbade her from wearing her suit while cooking. That, and she had noticed that the social aura of the village was... different.
And what she felt was not so much awkwardness... but fear. Social fear, to be precise. Odd.
She awaits near the gardens. A choice that would've been odd, at first sight. She was a Spartan, but she loved flowers.]
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Evening of June 12th - Voice
...it's dawned on Giles that there's someone else he owes a serious apology to.]
Um...hello? Donatello?
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So very sorry about the delay T_T
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[Action] | September 1 | That Ol' Hamato House
Robert stands just outside the door of it, a little uncomfortably. He knows Don wants him to come in - hell, Don pretty much said it would help - but he still is a little awkward about just barging in without prior invitation.
Still... he is curious.
And so the occupant of the back room might hear a nervous little knock at the door.]
... Don?
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[Action] | December 25 | Turtle House shenanigans
... Don?
[He's standing curiously at the doorway, peering just inside.]
What is wrong?
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[Action] | February 1 | Morning, before announcement of Giles' leaving
It's early, but Robert is in the kitchen anyway, folded up in one of the chairs and staring at his suddenly-cold hands.
There really isn't anything he can do about this. If it's part of this soul that he has - part of whatever the Malnosso did - then no medicine will work to relieve these symptoms. It's just enough pain to be pervasive.
... If anybody is watching, he definitely looks like he's suffering, though he's trying to be quiet about it.]
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[Voice] March 3rd, early afternoon
In the early afternoon, when the sun is at its brightest and everything is warming up, Luke sends over a short voice recording]
Donatello? It's Luke, from the party. I seem to have misplaced the power cells I was using for my droids. I remember you'd picked them up, and I was wondering if you had any idea where they might be?
[Trying to keep it as non-accusatory as possible, but he does need them back]
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[Action] | July 14 | when do these two NOT start threads at Turtle House
As much as Robert loves Don, the fact that several days of furtive research has yielded very little conclusive data about what might be affecting him is downright frustrating. There are so many things it could be, and the psychology books of the Hamato household are not helping.
The scientist realizes he's been rereading the same paragraph several times without absorbing the information properly, and it's now that he closes the book in irritation and places it aside.
Clearly this would be a great time to distract him with something...]
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[Action] | July 29 | 24-7 exciting housebound action
The details of Don's particular condition have manifested themselves to Robert over time. To his (admittedly limited) understanding, reading is something that has become more difficult and less enjoyable for his partner - but it's still sad to see the brainy Turtle pass up books he once pored over with relish.
So, in a perhaps-misguided attempt to rectify the situation, here he is with books bundled carefully in his arms (he still carries them with an odd wariness), intent on re-introducing Don to the joy of reading and knowledge-acquisition by... reading to him.]
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[Action] | October 18 | /just casually takes over your appointments
In the interests of comfort and of being less anxious about the impending tornado, Robert has taken a blanket to the couch that he and Don are sitting on. Currently he's fiddling with the blanket in lieu of speaking, but presently, he breaks the silence.]
... P-Perhaps we should... talk about something?
[... He doesn't have a lot in mind, but it's clear that this is mostly for want of something to focus on other than the dozens of potential disasters that could be further wrought by a tornado, even a weak one.]
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[March 14 | Written Letter to Don's Journal | Filtered 99%]
Exactly two years ago, Hamato Donatello, you returned from a fifteen-day spate of thought and meditation in the mountains, in order to establish your feelings on our then-newly-initiated relationship - amongst other things. It was then, on that date, that you ascertained that you did indeed desire a relationship with me.
[Something Robert will be forever grateful for, at that.]
This is a verdict that I safely regard as one of the most unequivocally-fantastic decisions that has ever been made for me. It is one that has been a consistent force of positive change in my life in Luceti, despite its many difficulties in communication, discrepancies in worldview, and deviations in logistics. Though I must confess that I never expected to love someone quite like you - indeed, I never expected that I would ever come to love someone in this way again, or even expected that I would be desired once more - I am altogether grateful for the opportunity to have done so.
From you and your family, I have learned much that no educational facility in Terra could, or would, ever teach. I learned of the joy of familial bonds; I learned of the hardships of poverty, of the cruelty that my species is capable of when it reigns unchecked; I learned that violence is not always the realm of the barbaric and that "martial art" is not an oxymoronic phrase.
[A poignant, thoughtful pause, and then:]
Most importantly, I have learned that no matter how strange I am - how different I am perceived to be, either here, or at home - I can be loved. I can be with someone who truly cares for me, and it is not a singular opportunity. It is even possible that I can make mistakes - that I can fail to understand - and this does not make me unworthy of such love.
I could not learn that before. Perhaps I was unwilling; perhaps I was simply unable. Whatever the case, it was you that imparted this knowledge - and much, much more - to me. I thank you deeply, for every isolated datum that has ever been imparted to me. It has all been precious to me. You are precious to me.
As I wrote two years ago, so shall I write again: Kararbo, I love you, more than I can effectively express. I treasure every moment that this place gives me with you.
Perhaps one day its permanence will be a guarantee. For now I only am glad to have had this, in this multiversion; in this moment, I am with you, and I am happy.
Thank you, Don, for everything you are.
[June 15 | House 55 | Early morning]
He isn't sure what's worse, really - the constant pressure of the hangover still deadening his system, or the emotional brokenness that's come from the past few weeks... but either way, he hurts. How long has it been since Don's been taken? It feels like an eternity ago even if it was less than a month.
The man sits up, pressing himself against the back of his bed like it's the only thing stopping him from just collapsing, and just focuses on staring at his hands for the moment, keeping himself grounded as best as possible under the circumstances.
Which is precisely why he is in a relatively-prime position to notice what happens next...]
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[Action | House 55...? | Afternoon on the 20th of November 2014]
He is cold, and a little wet, and full of a maelstrom of complicated emotions... feelings he can hardly define, let alone fully appreciate. Being back in Luceti alone - it's like he never left, except he knows that he did, but then everything is different from what he remembers, and that he also knows for certain now - just what is even going on?
At least the house is familiar. He takes comfort in that much.
The scientist knocks at what was once - and now again is - his door, shivering in the cold November air, and waits.]
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