Eighth Theory [Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

Filtered to Molly and Raine Sage || Extremely Unhackable

Molly, Miss Sage - I've redrawn the blueprints.



The major change is that I gave up on the missiles, the generator, and the defensive capacities of the fort. Even with electricity, I wouldn't have been able to make them work. But, I found someone who can cast a magical barrier around the playground. He just needs everyone who should be allowed in to write down their own name. Miss Sage, if you could work on that list... ? There's no hurry, since we need to actually build the playground first, but it will take some time and we should get started.

Ah... I also put in floodlights; it seemed like a good idea...

What do you think, Molly? Does this design meet primary objectives?

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[i_speak_softly]

No, small is fine. You know I never eat that much.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Well ya should. [He wraps his hand around Donnie's arm with a grin and squeezes.] You're scrawny!

[Then he flexes his own bicep, slapping it with his other hand.] Nothin' like these guns. I could squash ya into turtle paste!

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[i_speak_softly]

I have a delicate stomach! I suffer from avian pauciphagitus! ... Please don't hit me again!

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

What the hell does that even mean? C'mere! [Totally gonna grab you in a headlock.]

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[i_speak_softly]

If you kill me, I won't tell you!

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

I'm not gonna kill you. Today. [No, just noogie you a little before letting you go.]

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[i_speak_softly]

You're too generous. When should I expect my gruesome demise?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

When you're done bein' useful. Who else is gonna help me put on that cold air exhaust on the Shell Cycle?

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[i_speak_softly]

I'm not long for this world, then. You don't need my help for that.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Well yeah. So what?

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[i_speak_softly]

[Sigh.] Nothing. Are you ready to go?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure. Let's go. [And they start heading off again.]

So uh, I don't look that big, do I? [Yeah, he's genuinely concerned about this. Gah, he doesn't want to be fat DX]

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[i_speak_softly]

What? Raph, are you asking me if you look fat? [He had thought that, not having any women in his life, he would never have to contend with such a question.] No, you look... [Hm, how to express this.] ... more solid.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph snorts a laugh.] I can live with that.

[Solid. Heh. He likes the sound of that.

He thumps Don roughly on the shell.]

Village should be comin' up soon.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Phew, dodged a bullet there. Or not. Since, to Raph, compliments are also a reason to hit somebody.] Would you stop doing that? [If he had a shirt, he'd be straightening it fastidiously.] We're about to be in public.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[They emerge out of the treeline and onto the road a few paces from the restaurant.]

Oh, cry about it.

[After a few more minutes of walking, they're at the front door.]

Like I'm puttin' on an act for a buncha humans.

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[i_speak_softly]

Don't act. [He fixes the strap of Raph's elbow pad. It was a little twisted. Maybe.] Just be the best you.

[Come on, bro. It's his first time in a restaurant, and he wants to make a good impression.]

[Deep breath, aaaand... in they go.]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph rolls his eyes and follows after Don. The place itself doesn't look too much different than the pizza places he'd seen through lighted windows back at home. Front counter, a few tables...not bad.

He studies the menu board for a moment.]

I know what I want. You wanna split a pizza or somethin'? You can pick what's on it. I don't care.

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[i_speak_softly]

Sure. Um. [So many choices.] And it's all... free?

Oh, do you want to try pizza with pesto? Remember, Derek made that from his grandmother's recipe and it was really good...

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure. [He leans on the counter, ready to order.] Anything else?

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[i_speak_softly]

[Hopefully.] A soda?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

All right. [He gives the order to the guy at the counter - pesto pizza, two Cokes and a meatball sub with extra cheese. Oh man, he's died and gone to heaven.

The man hands them the sodas, but they have to wait a bit on the food.]

Wanna pick a seat?

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[i_speak_softly]

[He looks around at the tables. The front ones, by the big picture window, call to him, but his ninja instincts get the deciding vote and he goes for the shadowy booth in the back corner.]

[He cracks the soda open, drinks some, and sighs in contentment.]

My first restaurant trip. [He raises his soda can.] Cheers, brother.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph cracks open his own and "clinks" Donnie's.]

You talk like I've been in one before. [He takes a sip.]

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[i_speak_softly]

You haven't? You've been getting into so many adventures here, I assumed that some time in the past twelve weeks you managed to insinuate yourself into a food service establishment.