Nineteenth Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Donatello regains consciousness somewhere southwest of the village. He knows he's southwest of the village because when he sits up he can see the community buildings with the mountains behind them.

His journal is lying, closed, in the grass beside him; he scoops it up and tucks it into his belt. Then he stands and calmly walks back to C6.

When he arrives, he goes into the apartment - Hm, quiet - heads to his workroom, and starts salvaging the broken remains of his projects.]

((Feel free to run into him at any point. If you do, you might notice that he looks pretty good for someone who's just come back from a friendly visit with the Malnosso. Look closely, though, and you can see he has needle marks on his arms, as well as what appear to be faint burn marks.))

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[wings-thatwait.livejournal.com]

Don!

[i_speak_softly]

[He'll pause and wait for Winry to catch up.]

Winry.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Oh, Don, I'm so glad you're-

Are you alright?

[i_speak_softly]

[Seeming a little surprised at the intensity of the question.] I'm fine. How are you?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I'm fine too-

Don, have you taken a look at yourself?

[i_speak_softly]

[Looks down.] I don't see anything.

[wings-thatwait.livejournal.com]

Don, you have just returned from the Malnosso, and your arm is...

[i_speak_softly]

[Follows Winry's finger with his eyes.] Oh, that. Just a minor procedure.

[The marks are more numerous than Winry would probably like to see, but they're as neat as anything Don would do to himself or his brothers at home. No bandaging necessary.]

[wings-thatwait.livejournal.com]

Minor? You're covered in these.

[all7seas]

[Don might encounter Jack Sparrow in the forest. He's staring very intently at a particular tree.

...

He's also holding a chainsaw.]

[i_speak_softly]

[He'll pause briefly as he passes you. He's not really in a hurry, after all.]

Hello, Captain.

[all7seas]

Turtle! Hello to you as well. What think you of this tree? [Pointing. That tree. No, not that one--THAT one.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Considering the tree.]

It's a specimen of Quercus robur, the English Oak. I would estimate it's about seventy years old. I'm no expert on shipbuilding, but it looks like it would make an excellent mainmast.

[all7seas]

Splendid! That were what I was thinking as well. Great minds, eh?

[Jack starts and then revs his chainsaw; he'll speak louder over the rumble of the motor.]

And what are we doing out in the forest today? ["We" meaning Don]

[i_speak_softly]

So they say.

[Gestures down the path.] I was walking home.

[all7seas]

Oh! Been out and about in pursuit of your turtle-y enterprises? Buildin' more playgrounds what are sadly lacking in the bouncing and funning departments, respectively?

[i_speak_softly]

[Completely matter-of-fact:] No, I was with the Malnosso.

[ny-vigilante.livejournal.com]

[ And it's not to say Casey's been keeping an extra eye on your place, Don, of course not, except for how he has been- and so maybe he felt the need to stop on the way home from derping around outside, because he might have just heard something. Seemingly empty apartments never seem to last long around here, see.

Long story short, there is a man in your living room prepared to defend your homestead. ]

[i_speak_softly]

[In his workroom, ignoring your presence. Check out the strange noises?]

[ny-vigilante.livejournal.com]

[ Honing in. Workroom is extra taboo right now. LARGE MAN BREAKING INTO ROOM. ]

Goongala!

[i_speak_softly]

[Don looks up sharply from his desk, then regards the crazed vigilante expressionlessly.] Casey. You surprised me.

[ny-vigilante.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's just you, Don-

... Don?

[ Dude. Oh my god wait, it's you.

He's going for the bear hug, you know. ARE YOUR REFLEXES ENOUGH TO AVOID IT? ]

DONNIE!

[i_speak_softly]

[Don is forcibly hugged. He'll return the embrace rather unenthusiastically.] ... Casey?

[ny-vigilante.livejournal.com]

Yeah, we been worried sick about you! [ He'll let go, don't worry.

OH YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE A GOOD PLAN. brb, journals abound. ]

Hey guys! Get your shells back to your place, Don's back!

[i_speak_softly]

[As soon as Casey turns away to yell into his journal, Don returns to whatever he was doing at his desk.]