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.))

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[i_speak_softly]

[Don doesn't usually get laughed at when he uses his psychological tricks, so he isn't sure how to react to this. Or to the suggestion that his fictional self is written badly and everyone likes his brothers better.]

[... He'll just be silent a moment, his mind blank.]