Sixty-First Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[People may have stopped scuba-diving and playing Whack-a-Mole around the fountain, but at least by some standards, it’s not entirely back to normal: now a giant turtle is sitting on the edge of it, staring intently at passersby.]

[Well, not just staring. Donatello is trying to establish psychic contact. He’s thinking a message as hard as he can at anyone who walks through the plaza, and while it isn’t exactly in words, the gist of it is: If you can hear this, help me.]

[Of course, to anyone who can’t hear it, he just looks like some kind of creeper. He’s sorry about that, really...]


((Death penalty reference.))

Comments

[most_unwanted]

[He might be very much non-telepathic, but Mulder is pretty good at noticing when something is off. As he approaches the fountain, he catches sight of Don and that unusually intense look in his eyes. Hmmm...]

Are you looking for a staring contest partner?

[action] (oh my god a ninja turtle)

[echotaker]

[Michael has been en route to procure groceries for his campsite when he spots---... no. It can't be. There's no mistaking the bo staff and the purple bandana, though. It's a ninja turtle. Not just any ninja turtle, it's Donatello. He momentarily stops dead in his tracks just to internally freak out about it. Dona-freaking-tello. Finally, calming himself, he adjusts his rucksack and approaches, only to hear a psychic message.

Considering his telepathic link to Lil'l, his boss (explained on his profile), the voice is more of a comfort than a shock. He's had a void in his head for a while now that's needed a voice to fill it. When he understands it's coming from Donnie, he just... is at a loss.]

...you're Donatello, aren't you? I---I heard you just now. In my head. I didn't know you could do that.

Uh---right. My name's Michael Andrews. No, you don't know me. Don't ask how I know you; it's easier that way for the both of us.