Seventeenth Theory [Action/Incidental Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

((Continuity notes: While taking care of Polka after she collapsed, Don and Raph learned that Leo had been mallynapped. They promptly barricaded themselves in Polka's room, but quickly realizing that this was not a long-term solution, they determined to Get Serious about their plans to disrupt the barrier and escape.))

[This morning, the Turtle Twosome can be found stalking around Luceti, sticking close to one another and glaring at everyone else as though just daring them to turn into giant brother-stealing robots.

Their first stop is the library, where they will spend a couple hours poring over books about electricity, magnetism, plasma, and other esoterica. (Well, mostly Don is poring while Raph runs books back and forth from the shelves.)

Later they descend upon the smithy, rummaging through the items there and carrying off a number of metallic parts.

After that they go directly to the item shop, where they bin-dive for more random-seeming objects.

Then, they retreat to C6, lock the door, and start assembling their booty into a device that is essentially the World's Most Awesome Lightning Rod.

In the evening, when it is slightly less excessively hot, they will emerge again, to spend some time cooling off at the lake. This will largely consist of long periods of sitting underwater, punctuated by brief forays to the surface for air.]

((Feel free to run into them at any point, or to eavesdrop through the journals as they're working. Tags will likely be answered by both.))

Comments

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Hm. [Probably something to do with evidence and the Malnosso finding out about their plans...] Right.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Actually, something to do with the fact that he hasn't had the guts to get his own library card yet.]

[Already heading out the door.] The smithy next. Think you can manage to keep yourself out of trouble there?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

I only work there, yanno. Plus it's way less boring than this place. [YES. Fresh air. FINALLY.]

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[i_speak_softly]

[Graciously refraining from the easy argument. And without any sarcasm:] I'm sorry you were bored.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Nah, it's fine. I'm just goin' stir-crazy is all.

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[i_speak_softly]

To be honest, I didn't find it that interesting either. But now we're getting to the fun part.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Just whose idea of fun are we talkin' about?

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[i_speak_softly]

Well, I don't know, Raph. How do you feel about building a high-tech lockpick? It might cause an explosion... [Read: If we're lucky!]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Lockpick. Is that what we're callin' it? Seems a little...bland. [Oh god, why is he encouraging you? Is he seriously that starved for something other than brooding?]

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[i_speak_softly]

Well, it's a device for breaking out of a cage, so... We could call it the Shell-eton Key.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[OH GOD THAT'S THE WORST ONE YET.

Raph cracks a grin, elbowing Donnie in the side.]

You're hopeless. You know that, right?

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[i_speak_softly]

Raph, I'm hurt. All my dreams of a bright future in product naming...

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

It's for your own good, Donnie. The world can't take that much dorkiness. Er...um, creativity.

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[i_speak_softly]

I guess I should just become an accountant after all.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Accountant? Bro, I don't even know what an accountant does. You're smart. You could be a...rocket scientist or something. Or at least do something cool like building custom cars. Now that I could get into.

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[i_speak_softly]

Accountants do math, Raph. Smart, uncreative , [dorky] people make great accountants.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Well I think if you and me ever got a chance to get a real job, we could open up a shop. Get some recognition for the sweet rides we've built, y'know. That is, as long as I get to name the stuff. You're good at everything else.

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[i_speak_softly]

Hm. So your proposal is, I draw the designs, build the bikes, man the sales floor, and handle the business details, and you... name the models. [Totally raised brow.] And how are we splitting the money, again?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Hey, I can build bikes! Nothing fancy, but I could figure it out! [Oh ye of little faith. You suck, Don.]

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[i_speak_softly]

And yet you've been here four months and still don't have one. Couldn't be because you can't do it, doesn't seem like a shortage of motivation... [Thoughtful.] What's that third thing lawyers look for? Ah, opportunity. You've just been too busy.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

What, you wanna be a lawyer now? Please. The only reason I don't got a bike right now is 'cause there's no parts and nothing to run it on.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Raised eyebrow.] So what makes you think I could build one? Because I assume your casual segue to the topic of bikes is really a veiled request for one.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

It's not. I was just talkin' about it. Yeesh.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Mm-hm. Keep deflecting, bro.] Raph - if the lightning rod fails and we can't get home, I will build you a bike. That's a promise.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

No, then we start thinkin' of another way out. Don't waste your time on me.