Forty-Sixth Theory [Voice/Action]

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((Action part backdated to the wee hours of this morning.))

[The horror ends at midnight.]

[Sort of.]

[Don doesn't know how long it takes him to realize that he's lying on cobblestone instead of mud, and that the water pooling around him is only the rain running off his own skin.]

[It's still raining now, but so lightly he can't even feel it through the numbness.]

[He gets up. People are running in every direction. Someone had organized a clinic and healers, and everywhere he looks the injured are being tended to.]

[There are no provisions for the dead. There are never any bodies.]

[Don turns away from the confusion, points his steps towards home. The walk seems to take a long time. When he gets there, the house is quiet. Don finds Mike asleep at the kitchen table, gives him what may be a startlingly cold hug, inhales the plate of spaghetti at his elbow, and moves on.]

[He closes the door of his room, drops his gear to the ground. Climbs into Leo's bed and finds his brother not yet asleep.]

We lost.

[That's all the words he has energy for.]

[He sleeps for the next thirty-six hours. He wakes intermittently to whisper half-intelligible accounts of the battle into Leo's ear. He runs a low fever.]

[On Wednesday afternoon he manages to get out of bed - or at least sit up, if his family won't allow any more than that - speak to his brothers and father, listen to his messages on the journal. In the evening he'll put out some short, poorly-filtered messages to obvious people.]

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Ms. Daisy... I lost the samples.

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Frederic, I'm so sorry. Do you want me to come over?

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Mr. Mulder. Did you make it back safely?

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Kay, ah... What are you doing Saturday?

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((Feel free to leave Voice messages, but assume Don's replies are forward-dated to tomorrow. You may also get a more-timely response from one of his journal-stealing housemates.))

Comments

[poorneedyand.livejournal.com]

Having you over for dinner, if you're up for it.

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[semper_cogitans]

(OOC: Figuring that, by now, Robert would have known what happened with Helios... Of course, when he leaves this message, he didn't, but he does by the time Don answers it.)

[Robert spent the last week being terrified that his friends - and his lover - weren't going to come back alive. And so the very first thing he does is leave a single, distressed little message for Don.

Of course, the other Hamatos are free to pick it up as well, if they want.]

D-Don...

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Are you... [Healthy? Sane? Safe?] alright?

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I-I... I missed you...

[Voice]

[daisy023]

[Her samples weren't the only ones to have dissappeared. Damn.]

Understood.

[Too many exhausted soldiers. Very few of these people were prepared for extended warfare. It had nearly exhausted her, too. They would all need to rest, and heal.]

... Take the time.

[It feels odd to put a xenotype as a friendly in her mind, but Robert did. That was one person accounted for.]

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Don, how... how are you holding up.

[Voice]

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

[That 'sick for real' thing is catching up to him now too, especially thanks to sleeping poorly. But he ended up a hell of a lot better than he could have been.]

I'm in one piece. I hope you're doing ok?

[Action for Don and Leo's room]

[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

[The reports from the field had been few, but the ones that Leo did manage to get over the journals, he didn't like the sound of. He itched to be out there helping, especially with one of his brothers out there fighting.

Their shared room is dark, except for the flickering light of a couple of candles, providing enough light to navigate by, without lighting up the whole room. He'll be on his back, right arm under his head and eyes closed as he listens to the rain outside. Trying to relax his mind, even if he's in no mood to sleep. The room door opening will see him sitting up, eyes opened. Don looks exhausted, and he doesn't protest him crawling into his bed dirty. He scoots over to make room. He visually checks for wounds, but they all look minor.]

It sounded like it. [He says, with a sigh. He'll listen to Don's recounts of the battle. Come morning sometime, he'll leave Don to sleep, to go alert Splinter, Raph and Mikey(if he didn't wake up earlier) and let them know that Don's back.]

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[refinedmaestro.livejournal.com]

[He isn't certain what Donatello is trying to say at first, but then realizes.]

Thank you Donatello, but everything's all right as am I. Although...I would not mind some company if you are up to coming.

[ooc: Hope you don't mind me reposting this, I thought this sounded a lot nicer. ♥]