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.))

Comments

It's not a pun guys shut up.

[thesevencodes.livejournal.com]

[This. Is very weird. Leonardo's eyes flick from Don to Raph and back again. It has to be a side-effect from the Malnosso's experiments, but - it's like they only left a shell -]

[For now he'll play along. Maybe he can feel out exactly what's going on here.]

I'm...fine. [And hey, he actually means it this time.] How long have you been back?

[i_speak_softly]

Mm... [He surveys the room, trying to gauge how long he's been there by how much progress he's made in cleaning it up.] An hour, maybe. Has Raph told you about our plan?

[thesevencodes.livejournal.com]

[He stops himself from reflexively glancing back at Raphael. Whatever they cooked up while he was gone can wait.]

Donatello, listen to me. Are you injured? [Pause.] What did they do to you?

[i_speak_softly]

No, I'm fine. [Ignore those marks all over his arms; they're only superficial.] They - [His gaze unfocuses for a moment, then comes back.] - showed me pictures. [He busies himself with the dismantled pieces on his desk. Conversationally:] What about you?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[The showed him pictures? What?]

Okay, wait. Seems you're misunderstandin' the word, here.

Leo is fine. [Really starting to hate that word by now. Raph storms over and catches Don by the arm with a bit of unnecessary force, tearing him away from his workspace and holding the track marks out for Leo to see.] This ain't fine. So cut the crap! What'd they do, give you a freakin' lobotomy!?

[i_speak_softly]

[Whoa! Okay. Why the manhandling, Raph?]

[He traces a finger over the marks on his arm.] Independent variables. Nothing irreversible.