i_speak_softly | Fifty-First Theory [Written/Voice/Action]

[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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[She gives emphasis to Robert's words by a single one of her own.] Please.

[Gently, she reaches for Don's arm to help him to his feet, and nods to Robert.]

[Well, why didn't you say so? Don gets up under his own power and waits to be told where to go.]

[... Okay, good, that makes things easier. Robert still supports Don though, just in case.]

Your bedroom is best... [He'll help Ami go in the necessary direction if Don needs the extra assistance.]

[She gives a little breath of relief, and nods. She lets go of Don, but stays close enough to help him again if he needs it in a moment.]

[Don shuffles obediently towards his room. Just tell him where to stop.]

[That will be when he's actually in his bed. Robert gets any necessary doors for Don, escorting him inside with a single-minded gentleness, and helping the turtle to get into his bed if necessary.

To be honest, it worries him a little, seeing Don - strong and healthy, to his own perception - so easily reduced to this.]

[She stays close, though she lets Don get to the bed under his own power. As soon as they're to the door, she gives a quick glance to check whether the bed is ready or made.]

[Don doesn't notice anything wrong. He climbs into bed when Robert pulls down the sheet, and smiles at these kind people who are helping him.]

Just a short nap...

[If you say so, Don. Robert backs off quietly, but his expression is quite serious.

After a moment, he glances at Ami. His voice is soft, though still not exactly a whisper.]

... Do you wish to... monitor him?

I'd prefer that for awhile. However, he doesn't seem to be in danger as long as he takes the time to recover.

[Robert casts a worried glance over his shoulder. Don doesn't look in any immediate danger anymore, true, and Ami is probably right. Still...]

... I worry, anyway. Is... is it unreasonable of me to ask to stay in his presence as well, or... would that violate doctor-patient confidentiality...?

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