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Seventeenth Theory [Action/Incidental Voice]

((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.))

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[Don kneels by the pile of stuff, and starts sorting through it.] Oh? Why not?

[Because he got bad vibes, but was too drunk to deal with any shit, but he won't say that much.]

Had better stuff to do.

[Having sorted their haul, Don leans back and contemplates the ceiling.] Raph, which is your least favorite household appliance?

[Well that catches his attention. Have an odd look.]

...What?

[Sigh. Follow the train of thought, Raph.] What modern convenience do you feel most able to live without?

You gonna start takin' stuff apart? If you need the parts, just do it.

The parts are all the same and I only need one set. It makes no difference to me. [He gets up and heads into the workroom to find his tools. If Raph is still apathetic when he gets back, Don will just pick something.]

Take it all for all I care.

I'm picking the oven, then. It's not like we do that much cooking anyway. [And he wanders off into the kitchen.]

[Offhandedly:] Not like Mikey's here to care.

[There might be a brief hitch in Don's step as he disappears through the kitchen doorway. Then, only a lot of clanging noises.]

[Oh, he knows what he did. Still, he's gonna act like everything is perfectly fine. He raises his voice so Don can hear him.]

We've been doin' good, just you and me.

[Loud clatter.] What? Oh, mm-hm. [Bang crash screech.] Raph, come help me with this.

[No reaction, huh? Well fine. (Maybe he did want that fight after all.)

Raph gets up and jogs into the kitchen.]

[Don is flat (sort of) on his back, trying to see and reach into the narrow space under the oven, which has been pulled away from the wall a little.]

Lift up the front of this for me?

[Raph pushes the top of the oven unit backwards to rest against the wall with one hand, steadying it with the other and watching his brother work in silence.]

[Don scooches up, until his head is under the lifted oven, and gets to work prying out the parts from the bottom of the unit.]

Raph -- You've been to the barrier before, right?

Yeah. I tried cuttin' through it the first day we were here.

The first day? How did you get all the way out there so quickly?

Ran. [In the freezing snow, at that. When fueled by anger, Raph's a force to be reckoned with.]

Clearly. [Tinker tinker.] How did you even know it was there?

((OOC: Kind of irregular, but in light of Raph-mun's internet problems and my impending hiatus, we decided to continue this thread over IM. The transcript follows, broken into sections because it surely exceeds the character limit for comments. As you might expect, Raphael's tags are in red and Donatello's are in purple.))

Someone told me when I first came. I was in the woods and some lady wouldn't leave me alone. I thought she was with the Foot. She was tellin' me where I was and how I couldn't get out. So I went to go see for myself.

Hm. So. You arrived in an unknown place, had a conversation with a stranger, and on the strength of her information immediately travelled a fairly great distance to attack an impenetrable barrier. Raphael, has anyone ever told you you are impetuous?

If that means insane then yeah. [Faint grin.]

Indeed. [Points to tools.] Hand me that.

I'm kinda holdin' this thing up. Get it yourself.

Fair point. [Retrieves tool with his toes.] So, what did you attack the barrier with? Your sai?

Yeah. [Aside:] Don, that is so weird when you do that. The doin' stuff with your feet thing.

Huh?

Never mind.

Ummm... [Mentally elsewhere.] When I arrived, I didn't have my bo. Remember, we had to go to the weapons shop for it.

I found mine in a bush.

Really. [Intrigued.]

...Yeah.

What about Leo and Mike?

I don't remember. I was kinda keyed up.

You don't remember?

That's what I said.

Raph, focus. Where were they? Where were their weapons?

I don't remember! Jeez. Mikey went into town before he saw me and talked to some lady. Leo came later but I wasn't payin' that much attention to it.

[Tinkering.] Hm. And then all three of you went to the barrier?

Well...I went and they tagged along. Mike wanted to go to the village. Convinced Leo of it too. But I wasn't gonna go anywhere until I was sure there was no way out of this.

Mm. [Slides out from under the oven.] Okay, put it down.

[Does so, looking at Don intently. Is there a point to this conversation? He doesn't think so, but he's waiting for it.]

[Says nothing. Sorts oven parts.]

[Leans against the wall with his arms folded. Just as he thought, no point whatsoever.] You hungry? Maybe we should grab a bite before you start workin'.

[Holds up a metal piece, inspects it more closely.] ........ [Looks up.] Sorry, what?

[Eyeroll.] Stay with me, space cadet. I said you should probably eat something before you start workin'.

[Looks at the dismantled oven.] I feel there is irony here somewhere.

[Chuckles a little.] Like either of us would ever use an oven.

[Smile. Packs up tools and oven parts.] No, food sounds good. What did you have in mind?

[Shrugs.] You pick.

[A look that says "You should know better".] Raph, if left to my own devices right now, I would forget to eat for the next twenty-four hours.

I know, that's why I'm tellin' ya. Just pick something before I just start raiding whatever moldy shit is left in the fridge.

[Nervous glance at the fridge.]

What? What's that look?

We really are incapable, aren't we.

No, we're doin' fine. We just gotta remember to...do the other chores too, I guess.

What's the last thing YOU ate, Raph?

Uh...a sandwich. This morning.

Really. [Impressed.]

Yeah. That's when I saw the stuff was gross in the fridge.

... And were you motivated to do anything about this?

[Apprehensive look.] You know how I feel about throwin' away food.

It's not food anymore, Raph.

Some of it's still good! I could eat it no problem.

... Please don't do that.

Except for maybe the strawberries. That stuff is alive or some shit.

[Stands up, playfully backhands Raph on his plastron.] Come on. Let's go get something that isn't breeding. My treat.

Your treat? Says the turtle who doesn't got a job in a land with no money.

Exactly.

Moron.

You fail to grasp the local economy, brother mine.

Yeah, 'cause there is none. People just do what they want when they're bored. I got no idea how that's still workin'. ... Anyways. Does this mean you're gonna pick?

Ah, Raph. [Puts his arm around your shoulders and leads you out of the kitchen.] Let's get food.

[Is led.] Okay, okay. Just tell me where we're goin'.

[Leaves his toolbox on the floor by the front door as they go out.] You'll find out when we get there.

Don... I hate surprises.

[Thoughtful pause.] Let me put it this way: I'll find out when we get there.

You do realize there's only like three places where we can go.

... Three?

Azzip's, the Cafe thing and...I dunno, the grocery store.

... Let's skip the grocery store.

Or the bar. [Smiles a little. He's just yanking your chain.]

How about, instead of getting drunk, we go to Azzip, get some sandwiches, and go have a picnic by the lake?

Sounds good to me. [Snorts a little picturing Don drunk. He's probably the one brother he'd never want to see inebriated.]

[... Thanks, Raph.]

[It'd just be weird and wrong!]

Why are you laughing?

No reason you'd find funny.

Do tell.

No, I don't think so. Bet you're missin' that thought bubble thing. [Devious grin.]

... In some ways. [Holds open door of Azzip.] After you.

[Walks in, looking at Don oddly.] What, 'm I your date now?

It's called common courtesy, Raph.

Pff. Just order your damn sandwich.

[Rolls eyes, looks at the menu.] What are you having?

Same as always.

Mm... Turkey and swiss. Everything on it.

[And Raph orders his too. Omnomnom.]

[When Don gets his bag, he glances in it, then gives Raph a ready-to-go smile.]

[And Raph's got his and feels like he's suddenly starving. Guh.] So the lake, right?

Yes. [Glances up at the sky, wipes his brow.] It seems like a good place to be today.

Almost makes me miss bein' underground during the day.

Agreed.

Yeah, but that's the only thing I miss about it.

[Distracted gaze.]

When we go back I'm gonna go nuts bein' trapped down there. But I guess it ain't much different here. Either way we're trapped. So whatever. [Mumbled:] Just a different kind of cage...

[Comes back from his mental wanderings.] Everyone has them, Raph.

Has what?

[Shakes head.] Never mind.

No, now you gotta tell me.

[Quite deliberately:] Nothing you'd want to hear.

Oh, well jeez. You want me to tell you what I was laughin' about? It was picturin' you drunk.

[Pause.] Delightful. [Picks a spot on the grass near the beach.] Let's sit here.

[Sits in the grass and opens up his sandwich.] Okay, now you gotta tell me.

[Eats sandwich thoughtfully.] Is the idea of me intoxicated really that funny?

Ah...sorta. Mostly it's just weird.

Hm. [Stretches out his legs.] So, funny in a because-it-would-never-happen way?

Funny in a I-never-want-to-see-it-happen way. [Takes a huge bite out of his sandwich. Good table manners as always.]

[Smile. At your brutal honesty in words and actions.]

[With his mouth half full:] Now you tell me what everybody's got.

Ahhh... [Lowers his sandwich, looks out at the water.]

[He'll just eat in silence and stare at Don until he talks.]

[Darn. Can't avoid the question.] A cage, Raph.

Thought so.

Hm. [Continues eating sandwich.]

Well, I wanna be the one guy who doesn't.

[Smiles, then reaches out to squeeze your shoulder.] Do it, Raph.

Damn straight. [Nods and goes back to eating.]

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In the apartment

In the apartment part 2

Azzip

Picnic at the lake

Fight at the lake

Reasonable discussion at the lake

Into the woods

Return to the lake