Fifty-Eighth Theory [Voice/Action]

[i_speak_softly]

Open Voice

The person who made the little wind-up dragon... can I have another?

Action for Nezumi

[The reason Don needs another dragon is because he took the first one apart to make a camerabot for someone he doesn't even know. He hopes this was a good idea.]

[He heads to building three, floor one, room five, as he was told, and knocks five times.]

Action for Isamu

[After making that delivery, Don circles southward to the home of one Isamu Nitta. Allegedly some other people live here too, but Don has never met them. Hopefully, if they exist, they won't mind too much that a giant turtle is climbing in their window. Isamu did say to surprise him.]

Action for Buffy

[Around sundown, Don makes his way to House 7. He knocks here too, though he doesn't count how many times. He has a question to ask...]

((Housemates of the people Don is looking for are welcome to tag in, and of course the Voice part is open to anyone pinged by clockwork draconids.))

Comments

[musubi]

[Isamu is chilling on the sofa downstairs when he hears movement.

He sits still for a while, wondering who would bother sneaking in rather than just coming through the front door. Whoever it is, they're far too stealthy to be Richard.

He stays where he is, absently flipping through his journal as he tries to listen.]

...We only keep the good silver in the dungeon, you know.

[i_speak_softly]

I'm insulted, Isamu. I'm a ninja, not a thief.

[Suddenly right next to you, by the way. Hi.]

[musubi]

Jesus--

[Isamu jumps, staring at Don wide-eyed before bursting into laughter.]

You are way too big to be doing that, man.

[i_speak_softly]

[It's nice to know his growth hasn't completely wrecked his ability to be stealthy.]

Imagine what you could do, if you practiced.

[A jab at both Isamu's size and his dedication to training. Don congratulates himself for that too.]

[voice]

[doubleppk]

Oh me! I made it. Did you like it?

[She is totally lying by the way.]

[voice]

[i_speak_softly]

... Fujiko?

[His tone is doubtful. Fujiko certainly has her talents, but Don has never known engineering to be one of them.]

[voice]

[doubleppk]

[She can tinker with traps and clocks and laser systems... and flat-out rocket science. But no, she can't free-all design things at whim, the blue-prints must come from elsewhere. She can tamper with things and make adjustments though! In true mad scientist's assistant fashion.]

Yup! Do you still have the parts to the other one?

[voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don still doesn't know that Fujiko is responsible for the bear trap that wrecked Raph's shell.]

Erm... not exactly.

[action]

[asquiet]

[He waits to hear the knocking and when he hears it five times, he remembers what he asked for. The journals aren't safe so he doesn't answer right away.]

Yes? Who is it?

[Paranoid? Yes. But he'd like to hear Donatello's voice before opening the door. Just to be on the safe side. He's already been kidnapped once.]

[action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Right, because conscientious use of peephole and door chain can keep out droids.]

It's Donatello. I have - that thing you wanted.

[action]

[asquiet]

[Hey, it's worth a shot.

He opens the door immediately and yes, that is definitely a giant humanoid turtle. His mind goes "what the hell?", but he's not about to show ill manners to the guy that built him his robot.

Nezumi smiles kindly and ushers him in.]

Come in, then. Thank you very much for doing this for me. I'm sure everything went fine?

[action]

[i_speak_softly]

It was fun. [Don rummages in his bag and comes up with something like this.] Here you go.

[herotypical]

[ and she's home. surprisingly, really. though with her jacket on and a strange little wooden stake in her hand, it might look as though she's just on her way out.

except, upon answering the door: ] O-oh. Don. Hi. Can I get you...anything?

[i_speak_softly]

[Is he interrupting something? Don takes a nervous half-step backwards.]

I wanted to ask you a question... if you're not busy...

[herotypical]

Just...patrolling. You could join me, if you wanted? Or ask away, right here. There's no rush.

[i_speak_softly]

Yes. Um... never mind the question. [You may have just answered it.]

[folklorist]

A...wind up dragon, Don? [ This sounds rather fascinating actually. ]

[i_speak_softly]

A little one, yes. But there aren't any more...

[folklorist]

Ah I see. That's-that's unfortunate. They sound fascinating.

voice;

[dragoneer]

Uhhh...

[He might as well not be anonymous about this. How many people in town would make wind up dragons?]

Why do you want one? The wind-up dragon, I mean.

voice;

[i_speak_softly]

[Don has no idea. But since Fujiko has already claimed credit for this dragon, he'll take the new comment as just a curious question.]

They're fun. And the engineering is impressive.

voice;

[dragoneer]

...You think so? Well, thanks.

[Hey, he'll take a compliment. He was pretty proud of them, after all.]

this isn't late at all - also, [Action] but way after everybody else?

[semper_cogitans]

[It's late. Don has been known to go out late, yes, but it still makes Robert worry when he does.

Whenever Don gets home, he'll find Robert there, quietly watching for him. He's set up a little nook near the door, with his nanocomputer.

Admonish him for worrying again?]

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don floats in around midnight, too blissfully happy to admonish anyone about anything.]

Hey. You're awake.

[Action]

[semper_cogitans]

Waiting for you. [Robert's voice isn't angry, just matter-of-fact.] It is... significantly later than you usually return.

May I ask why that is?