Sixty-Fourth Theory [Action/Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

((First part is backdated to yesterday, November 10.))

[Would it really be so difficult for John's droids to just bring Don home?]

[Apparently, because they instead leave him in a side room of the barracks. On their way out, they drop his journal on the floor, just beyond his reach.]

[He can't feel his legs.]

[He woke up this way on John's table, and while part of his brain tried to assess the situation rationally and offer the mitigating factors that it's just for a week, thank goodness he didn't get this as his death loss, the rest of his brain was screaming too loudly to notice or care.]

[And now he's back in the village, half-paralyzed, still uncertain of his speech, and completely alone.]

[It takes a while, but he pulls himself together, drags himself a few feet across the floor, and painstakingly constructs a filter in the journal.]

Voice to Beast | Unhackable

Help. The barracks. Please...

[He closes the book when he's done. Beast won't get any reply from him through the journals, but will find him prone on the floor of the barracks, just wanting to go home.]



Voice for Everyone, November 11

[By the next day, Don has rediscovered his voice, and wants everyone else to hear it too. Being couchbound, he has nothing better to do than broadcast his every thought over the journal system.]

EVERYONE. Citizens, denizens, residents and inmates of our village of Luceti. Those of you who have just arrived, please find adequate shelter, because this is miserable weather to be out in. You're fortunate, though, to have missed our recent tornado. Also an infestation of ghosts and some messy business involving zombie viruses. Never a dull moment. I advise reading the guide, which can be found in your journal.

Those of you who are already jaded by such events, please entertain yourselves on this dreary day by suggesting a topic of interest: a fascinating subject, an intriguing project, or a hypothetical occurrence that you would find truly surprising. Jokes and stories are also welcome.

[He'll stop there. Finding words is still difficult and tiring, and like exercising any other faculty that hasn't been used in a while, he should take it slowly. Full recovery will come from patient practice, not from exhausting himself all at once.]


((Initial action is locked to Beast. Friends of Don are welcome to handwave hearing of his return and come visit, yesterday afternoon or any time during the week. Today's voice post is open to all.))

Comments

[Voice]

[pherae_hope]

[Enter one confused New Feather who just happened to be checking out his journal when Don made his little announcement.]

Um... thank you for the advice.

[What even is he talking to?]

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[OH BOY A NEW PERSON.]

Hi. Is this your first time here? Where are you from? Is there anything I can help you with?

[Voice]

[pherae_hope]

Yes, it is. I'm from Elibe, and... maybe you could help me with something.

[This... guy or whatever he is sounds a little too eager, and asks a lot of questions. But Roy is patient so it's okay.]

voice;

[bluemikan]

[ did this guy just get a new thesaurus? ]

Zombie viruses?

voice;

[i_speak_softly]

[No, he got a brain that processes language production correctly.]

There was a draft recently to deal with some zombies. It turned out to be caused by a highly infectious disease. The zombie-ism, I mean. A cure was found, though.

voice;

[bluemikan]

Hm.

Hypothetical surprises are a little hard to come up with at the moment, all things considered. [ everything here is pretty much one surprise after another.

...Take, for example, what apapears to be a talking turtle man, although for someone who grew up around fishmen this isn't too out there. ]

[song_princess]

So building a proper nest won't do?

[Then he stated that list....]

Zombie....Virus, my lord?

[i_speak_softly]

Just Donatello. Did you know that viruses can turn people into zombies? Me neither. But this one did and it was a big mess.

... What do you mean by a nest?

[Video]

[song_princess]

Alright, my lord Donatello? I am sorry but I do not know what a zombie is.

[She blinks before going to switch it to video for at least her end, drawing her wings closer to herself.]

My kind, for our homes we build nests and live in them.

[spohkh]

This is a most intriguing offer. I believe we have not yet had the opportunity to introduce ourselves...

I am Spock.

[i_speak_softly]

[A long pause, then:] Spock. I'm Donatello. I'm a big fan.

[Voice]

[notimmortal]

Wait... Turtles can talk?

[Leave it to Jansen to pick out the least relevant part of this post. And the really obvious.]

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[Ouch, whoever you are.]

Um... yes. I can talk.

[Probably later than the rest of these threads | also Action]

[semper_cogitans]

[After the dead silence of the house that came as a result of Don being gone for a few days, the stream-of-consciousness chatter that he's keeping up is gratifying and relieving. Robert is just so glad to have him capable and upbeat again about himself, even if there was a relatively hefty physical price to pay (if only briefly).

He hasn't really gone far from Don since he came home, both out of practical reasons and also because he wants to be by the Turtle's side as much as possible. He's become something of an attendant in the interim, but he doesn't mind that any.

Right now he's tidying up the area around the couch a little, but he can probably be dissuaded from straightening the furniture for the fifteenth time if Don would like his company more directly.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don lies on the couch, watching Robert clean and trying to think of anything other than the seemingly-missing lower half of his body. He was able to entertain himself most of the day by talking to people on the journals, but now the villagers have dispersed to their evening activities, and Don is tired from speaking so much.]

[There are a few things he really should say, though.]

Um... hey.

[Action, November 10]

[tailasoldastime]

[Don. That was Don. He hasn't heard anything from Don since Le... since his brother was sent... back... His instinctive reaction is to pick up his journal to speak back to him, ask if he's alright - but no, he's gone. And it looks like he might not be alright, so he flips over to the map immediately to try and remember where the "barracks" are... how do you spell that? But he soon determines what must be it and bounds out the door towards it as fast as he can.

He never realised what this large building was before, and he doesn't know what he will find when he comes in, but there is no hesitation before he bursts in and sees Don laying on the floor. Oh no.]

Don! What's wrong?

[Action, November 10]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don tries to get up when the door opens - he hates being found like this - but it's a losing proposition.]

I can't - feel my - legs.

[And can't tell whether his speech is any better. Did Beast understand him?]

[voice]

[justicereigns]

The problem with thinking of something surprising is that it wouldn't be surprising until it happens. If you can think of it, it's not surprising.

[He spent way too long trying to think of something. Seriously.]

[voice]

[i_speak_softly]

Do you like to be surprised - [Excuse him a moment while he looks up old journal conversations.] - Smoker?

[voice]

[frost_jewel]

You sound better.

[In the midst of trying to be thankful for little things such as this, it's so nice to hear.]

[voice]

[i_speak_softly]

I feel better. [For certain definitions of 'better', at least.] How are you?


((I'm going to make stuff up about our failthread and you should too.))

[voice]

[wise_maiden]

[With all of the grimmer news that seems to have been on the network lately, hearing Don speaking like his old self again is a nice turn of events.]

Sounds like you're ready to jump back into things. How are your winter preparations coming along?

[voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HIS WINTER PREPARATIONS.]

Professor ...?

[Voice]

[ledbythewind]

I'm glad to hear you sounding more like yourself.

[He, on the other hand, just sounds... well, exhausted. He's been looking after Isamu constantly since they returned from the draft.]

[Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don picks up on this immediately.]

What's the matter?