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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[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.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Nope. Just the bar.

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[i_speak_softly]

The bar. [Puts down his soda.] Was this before, after, or concurrent with Goroh getting you appallingly drunk?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Uh...[Shit.] You know about that?

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[i_speak_softly]

[Deadpan.] I knew about that within five minutes of arriving here, Raph. I am an extremely observant person. And you are extremely lucky to have put off the conversation this long.

Care to tell me how many times you have gotten drunk in the past three months?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

That's none of your business.

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[i_speak_softly]

[That's all he needs to hear to know the answer: Too many.]

Well, then I guess it also won't be my business when you're lying drunk in a ditch somewhere, choking on your own vomit.

[He tries to be threatening, but he only sounds sad.]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He twitches at the stab of guilt his brother's tone brings, and he grabs onto the edge of the table as if to stabilize himself.]

It ain't that bad, Donnie.

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[i_speak_softly]

It's bad enough that you don't want to tell me how bad it is.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

It's not bad. I got it under control.

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[i_speak_softly]

Raph... No offense, but "I got it under control" are rarely reassuring words, coming from you.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Gee, thanks. [He gets up out of his seat.] Food's ready.

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[i_speak_softly]

[This conversation is not over, my dipsomaniac brother. Only postponed.]

[When Raph comes back, Don takes a slice of the pizza.] So you haven't been here before? Who did Mike go with, then?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph only shrugs, taking a greedy bite out of his sub. He seems to be taking out some frustration on his food.]

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[i_speak_softly]

[Okay, awkward silent mealtime it is, then. The pesto is pretty good, but Don only gets through two slices before he isn't hungry anymore.]

Can we take this home? ... Or are you just going to eat all of it?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[By that time he's worked his way through the sub and has just started his first slice.]

Donnie, you ate like nothin'. Just finish it so we don't hafta carry it home.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Geez, bro, no wonder you're gaining weight.] No, I'm done. We have an oven now; I can reheat it tomorrow.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Fine. Can't wait 'til this day's over anyways. [He grumbles, flipping the pizza box closed and snatching it off the table as he stands.]

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[i_speak_softly]

[Well, okay. Not quite the leisurely, catered-to experience he was led to believe took place in these kinds of fine dining establishments. Another dream shattered.]

[He brushes the crumbs off his hands, tosses back the last of his soda, and follows Raph out.]

Do you want me to carry that?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

I can handle it, Don.

[Yes, that sentence was way too snappish to be about pizza boxes.]