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.))

Comments

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don has no objection to this term.]

You... were always good with him.

[Sometimes Don wonders whether there was anything else going on between them, but... he shouldn't ask.]

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Not always, but... in the beginning, yeah.

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

He... changed a lot.

[He's not sure how far he wants to go on that subject, but... maybe it wouldn't hurt to start.]

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

No, it wasn't his fault.

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

... Oh?

[This sounds interesting.]

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

He sort of... confessed, but I was in love with a friend from home at the time. Things got... really awkward after that, but a little before we left we seemed to be getting better.

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[He must be misunderstanding this.]

What?

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

What do you mean, "what"?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

Are you saying that Raph was in love with you?

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

W-well... yeah? He didn't tell you?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

No, he -- [Wait. There was that very indirect conversation last winter. But it couldn't be...] Winry, you're sure it wasn't me?

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Don, don't you think I can tell the difference between you and your brothers? After all this time?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[He's sorry; please excuse him while his brain implodes.]

You mean Raph and I both -- ?!

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Is that a problem?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[Do you think it's not a problem?]

Winry, I'm so sorry.

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Why are you apologizing?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

You... shouldn't have had to listen to that.

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

No, it's fine. Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[He kind of thinks that's enough for one conversation.]

No...

[He needs to find a way to hide this. He does not want his potential future self to see it.]

[Voice]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

A-all right. Talk to you later then, Don.