Fifty-First Theory [Written/Voice/Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[This morning, instead of going for his usual run, Don settles himself at his desk in the back room. The door is open and a pencil is poked thoughtfully between his teeth. When he begins to write, it isn't filtered, but courtesy of a translation-shield, anyone trying to read the entry will see something that looks more like a Danish cryptogram than anything intelligible. It's a code Don uses for his private notes: only his brothers or an extraordinarily gifted linguist would have a hope of being able to figure it out.]

BGTVULWG - Wvlz hltwqszu bluul kgf bj svg hblfl. Bj ilkqtblf bqs q lu zu lb pvwblu WJDLUQ, gs bj zpflh bqzzal tgulf bqs zlwh, lkulf vu bj nvhbl iglu nl f q lu vg gs lt vwh.

[A little later in the morning, Don leaves the following message.]

Filtered to everyone he can think of that he would consider a friend || Unhackable

All my friends here in Luceti... would you say a few words about yourself? For my notes.

[Much later, in the evening, Don goes out for his run. Now that Shredder is gone, he's allowed to go out after dark again. He knows he doesn't have long before the nights get too cold for this, so he's going to enjoy it while he can.]

((OOC: On Ami's suggestion, Don is working on the in-game equivalent of a timeline and a CR chart.))

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[action]

[bemyused]

[When Don goes out on his run, he might spot this little critter sitting peacefully by the riverbank south of the plaza, seemingly just basking in the night and the sounds of nature.]

[action]

[i_speak_softly]

[At first, Don thinks it's a rock. Then he realizes it's breathing. (Ninjas can notice these things even when running past in the dark.)]

[Something about the way the creature seems so comfortable away from buildings and lights and people causes Don to slow down, turn his steps, and cautiously approach.]

[action]

[bemyused]

[Pommy hears Don passing by in the night, and he'll probably be turned around looking curiously in Don's direction by the time the turtle decides to approach him. Aw yeah superhuman hearing for the win.]

[action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Good, it sees him. Don moves closer, noticing that the creature is in fact very small.]

Nice night.

[Voice]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

I don't know what to say about myself, but, I hope this will be helpful.

[Voice/Written]

[i_speak_softly]

[The following scrawl appears under Ami's picture:]

MIZUNO AMI. Dmo yn ayuyr watner. APIY im ooy gply dyly yo atwwy. Lm ito wrxgy q t qyoly.

[Aloud:]

Ami, do you think we should suggest this generally? As something everyone should do? Maybe there could be a section of the library to store all the records...

(("MIZUNO AMI. She's very smart. MIKE liked her a lot. You can trust her."))

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[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

[Ami hasn't pried into the other parts of his codes, simply because she doesn't pry. This part, however, makes her more curious, for obvious reasons. She may find herself working on it after all, later on.]

I think it could be a good idea. It's... not the same as remembering, but it helps.

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

Do you know anyone who works at the library now?

[Action, if that's okay?]

[semper_cogitans]

[Robert isn't always around Don in the house - they do separate occasionally - but nonetheless, when that interesting little cryptograph that his mun spent forever trying to figure out, seriously goes over the network, he can't help but go look for him. After all, it was pretty fascinating, and better to hear about it from him directly.

It doesn't take much time to find Don - there's only so many places he can be, and the back room is a self-evident place. So Don might find himself somewhat less alone in there, eventually.]

... Don? Am I... interrupting you?

[Action!]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don makes a beckoning gesture over his shoulder.] Come here.

[Action]

[semper_cogitans]

[And Robert does so, walking over to the desk until he stops at Don's side, curiously.]

Yes?

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don turns the journal towards Robert. Have another look at that code, Professor.]

Say something. It's not filtered.

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Like what?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

How we met? What you like to do?

[He's making this up as he goes along.]

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

[She chuckles a little.] How we met? I remember. It was in the library, and I dropped all my books.

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

... Then you said hello.

[He can't imagine ever forgetting that moment.]

[justicereigns]

What? [While he considers himself a friend... he's not sure if Don does in return, nor does he know what to say about himself. :|]

[i_speak_softly]

[Of course Smoker is a friend. He takes an interest in Don's well-being and recognizes that Jack Sparrow is a total lowlife.]

Hey Smoker. I'm trying to collect messages about my friends.

[justicereigns]

[Jack Sparrow does suck, (according to the marine) and more people should realize it (again, according to the marine).]

I see... what for?

[Action] B-been meaning to tag this. XD

[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

Leaving a note to yourself, Donny?

[Leo's leaning against the door frame. He's relaxed at the moment, or at least as relaxed as he ever is. He at least hoped he translated it right. Though it also gives him an excuse to check on his one remaining brother.

[i_speak_softly]

[Reading his private notes, Leo? 8| ]

You know. Water the garden, take out the trash, pick up milk.

[Making you second-guess your translation is fun.]

[honorthecode.livejournal.com]

[No, not really. Just this one that's semi public, bro.

He looks thoughtful for a moment.]

Right, don't forget to pick up a dozen eggs and flour.

[Voice]

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

[Mulder is appreciative of keeping good notes, he does that all the time himself, after all.]

I'd be glad to. What exactly are you looking for?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

Who you are, how we met, why we're friends?

[While Mulder thinks about his answer, Don writes his own:]

MR. MULDER. Bhs dm ds hodsz hmh mdodmtsods wds bh s dm anxs. Bhs bihrv uto wdu uts ftuds ynhldrtod vmaidnzdm.

(("MR. MULDER. He's a government agent but he's okay. He helped you with your science projects."))

[Voice]

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

Using your own code, huh? Not a bad idea...

[Since They Are Always Watching and all.]

I'm Fox Mulder, an FBI Agent, and we got to know each other out of shared interests, especially the cool and unusual science around here. [Leaving out the actual specific details of the things they've looked at, but he knows that Don knows that.] We've also run across each other on one of the drafts, which is always a good situation to find out who's got your back.