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Fifty-Third Theory [Voice/Action for Housemates]

[Snow.]

[After a brief return to nighttime runs, Don had given them up again as the evenings grew too cold. Now, it looks like his morning excursions are also coming to an end.]

[In lieu of running, he starts his day with some vigorous indoor exercise. After that, he sits down at his journal to leave the following message.]

Hello to all the new people. If you need help, the Welcome Center can give you a place to stay. It's just outside the village plaza.

Speaking of the Welcome Center, did anyone else see what's on the calendar there? It says that in a few days Bil will be meeting with residents at the Battle Dome.

[The calendar does indeed list such an event. Of course, it's only because Don wrote it in himself yesterday. After suffering the somewhat-embarrassing consequences of receiving wrong information, he's decided to purposely start an inaccurate rumor, so he can track and study its spread.]

[After responding to any immediate replies, Don closes the journal and goes to find his housemates. He needs to have some words with them.]

((I would be delighted if this rumor did indeed get passed around. If there's any interest, I can put up a log for people trying to attend this meeting, possibly with Don setting up some more-or-less elaborate conclusion to the story, to help ensure that no one suffers any further consequence from this than wasting some of their time.))

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[Robert will be very easy to find, as he usually is. He's not exactly enthusiastic to go outside to begin with - snow is just another justification to stay indoors, away from the extremities of temperature.

So he's sitting in his room, at his desk, referencing various texts and typing away enthusiastically with the usual staccato rhythm of his fingertips drumming against the keyboard. That sound alone acts like a locator for the scientist.

He certainly won't mind any attempt to start a conversation with him, though.]

[Don hasn't been in Robert's room since he finished helping with the unpacking. Even since Splinter's disappearance, he's kept to his father's rules.]

[After drifting around the house for a while, looking out all the windows (as though it might only be snowing in some directions), he finally drags himself to Robert's door.]

[And knocks.]

[Almost immediately, Robert stands and goes over to the door, expression somewhere between curiously inquisitive and slightly worried.

He opens the door, half-smiling - mostly because Don looks so serious - when he does.]

... Hello, Don... Did you need something?

[He's just - going to look at his toes.]

Can I talk to you?

Certainly, you may. [Robert steps a little closer to Don, realizing on some level Don may not be entirely comfortable right now.] Is the subject something... difficult?

[Only something he's been putting off all year.]

[He gestures down the hall.] In the other room?

[Putting off something for an entire year certainly qualifies as difficult.

Obediently, Robert nods and heads down the hallway towards the room in question, waiting for Don's signal for where to sit down and in general make them both comfortable for whatever topic they're about to discuss.

He doesn't seem nearly as ill-at-ease as Don does, for once.]

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