i_speak_softly | Sixty-Fourth Theory [Action/Voice]

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Sixty-Fourth Theory [Action/Voice]

((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.))

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Please. [He finds Robert's hand, and squeezes it reassuringly.] We'll talk when you get back.

... Y-Yes. If... if you need anything, please call me.

[Robert bundles his journal into his arms, makes certain Don's journal is within easy reach (as well as other things he might need), and then reluctantly heads out the door.

Perhaps forty-five minutes or so later, he returns, his cloth bag full of precious medicine, a box of sterilized needles which he felt very strange for collecting, and a certain book, carefully folded in its confines.

In his hands, he carries a container of still-warm okonomiyaki.]

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[Don's first interest is in that steaming white box. He seizes it, breaks apart the chopsticks inside, and starts inhaling the food. It's delicious.]

[Robert is perfectly content to watch Don eat all of the food, even if he meant to sample some of it himself.

It at least smells good though. Robert makes a mental note to attempt cooking it himself. Possibly with meat for Don, though who knows...]

[Don has noticed the lack of meat.]

[In a somewhat disappointed tone:] This is vegetables. Um. Vegetarian.

[Oh. Well, shit. Um.]

... I meant to eat some myself, but... [Well. Don just sort of devoured all of it.

Yep. Though Robert is now looking like he just committed the Worst Mistake Ever.]

[With a sigh, Don hands over the last pancake. He's more upset about this than might seem reasonable, but he's trying not to show it.]

[Robert just deflates. Mistakes are things he shouldn't be making at this point.]

... I will... bring s-separate containers next time. So it is not an issue.

[Suddenly the okonomiyaki no longer seems as appetizing.]

Just eat it. [He won't continue to more important topics until someone has finished that pancake.]

[Robert sighs quietly, but does as he's told. One of these days he needs to get a backbone when it comes to dealing with Don.

Despite everything, though, the food manages to be tasty, so it's definitely worth a repeat sometime later.]

[That day needs to be soon, as they will probably discuss shortly.]

[Don waits until Robert is finished eating before he speaks again.]

Listen. There's a lot of things I've been waiting to say to you, and it's going to take a while to get through all of them. But first, I want you to know how grateful I am that you've put up with so much for me. I love you, and none of the things I want to talk to you about will change that. Okay?

[At this, Robert goes for a response that he's learned from the long period of Don's penalty - a non-verbal one. He reaches over and squeezes Don's hand gently, and looks at him with a look that transcends words.

Only after a few moments does he say anything.]

Of course.

[This is possibly the best answer Robert could have given. Don smiles weakly.]

Let me have those needles.

[Robert smiles back, a little uncertain as he hands the box of needles to Don. It's weird, to see so many needles around his partner, and fills him with strange and uncomfortable emotion.

Almost unconsciously, he fidgets with the sleeve of his lab coat as he watches.]

[Don lifts a needle from the box, and spends some time reading the label. He's already learned that his literacy skills are a little rusty - but since he's mostly interested in the numbers here, it shouldn't be too bad.]

[When he's satisfied he knows what he's injecting himself with, he pulls back the blanket, stretches the skin of his thigh between thumb and forefinger, and jabs the syringe into a vein. It's a somewhat more violent movement than Robert might be expecting, but Don looks unperturbed as he pushes the plunger down to a carefully calculated point.]

[Robert was, of course, watching intently the entire time, and he flinches just a little when that needle punctures Don's skin - both because of the aggression of the motion and because of the associated memories.

Still, he's glad for this. It means he won't have to worry as much about Don having any more permanent damage done to him.]

[When Don pulls back the needle, a little blood leaks out, but he ignores it. He carefully hands the now-uncapped syringe back to Robert, and continues the conversation as though nothing happened.]

The second thing I wanted to say is that I won't be eating much for the next few weeks, and I'm going to be in a bad mood because of it. It has nothing to do with you or anything you did.

[Robert will worry only if that leak doesn't stop itself soon. He takes the syringe gingerly and places it on the side table after recapping it for the interim.]

... A-Alright. [He's learned by now that fussing too much will just be counterproductive. Maybe he can at least make Don's drinks interesting?]

[Don't worry; Turtles clot quickly.]

[That was less of a response than Don was expecting. It throws him off a little.]

Are your plants ready to move into the winter room?

[Hey, Robert can take a hint! After having it repeatedly drilled into his skull, anyway. And if it's something Don's doing to himself there isn't much he can (or wants to) do about it, even if it worries him.]

Yes. I would prefer to do so as soon as possible, particularly for... the seedlings. [The trees are still small and delicate; they won't do so well if they have to deal with a cooler house and short hours of sunlight. He's lucky to have kept them strong so far as it is.]

I left places for them. I'll show you as soon as... as soon as I can walk.

[He really hopes it won't be more than a few days.]

[So does Robert, though he's trying to keep the anxiety off his face. (That's not working very well.)]

I... will be glad to see it. Admittedly, I have been curious since you first began...

[He has to look away, embarrassed for complicated reasons.]

I know. I just... didn't want you to see it yet.

[Oh, Don. Don't be shy.]

Whenever you are... ready. [And able.]

[Before he monopolizes the conversation with his laundry list:]

Is there anything you want to talk about?

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