Twenty-fourth Theory [Action/Accidental Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

[Happy Sunday, Luceti. Donatello hopes you're having a better morning than he is. That shouldn't be very difficult, given that right now he's wishing he were dead.

He tends to feel that way when he's having a migraine. And right now he's having just about the worst one he's ever had. He woke up this morning with thirty-two years worth of memories trying to cram themselves into his sixteen-year-old brain, and the laws of nature just don't really like that kind of thing. Thus, Donatello will be lying in a dark room, moaning quietly to himself, until the superabundance of memories sorts itself out and normal mental functioning is able to resume.

He'd really appreciate some silence right now. But the journal is open on his nightstand, you can probably hear his misery, and nothing but the goodness of your heart is stopping you from making his horrible day even worse.]

Comments

[i_speak_softly]

But he didn't... [Or maybe he did.] I don't know what I'm talking about.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph pulls away to glance at the top of Don's head.]

Head's really mixed up, huh?

[i_speak_softly]

They're - they're both saying they're right. That they're true, and that they should be true. It's... confusing.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know the feeling.

[i_speak_softly]

Will you tell me yours? I don't remember seeing you last week. [If subtle invitations don't work, try the direct approach.]

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

No.

[i_speak_softly]

... Oh.

I - I'm sorry about mine. If it upset you.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

No, it's fine. It's over anyways.

[i_speak_softly]

If it makes a difference... you were still yourself in that world.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[i_speak_softly]

[You heard him.] Still the one most likely to cross lines.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[No, he doesn't get it.] What're you talkin' about now?

[i_speak_softly]

[Come on, Raph. Follow the train of thought.] My - [Taps his head. Very gently.] The other one.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

What?

Wait a minute. You sayin' your thing had all of us livin' in zoos?

1/whatever

[i_speak_softly]

Yes, of - [Oh. Wait. Maybe that's not a good thing.]

okay only 2

[i_speak_softly]

At least they never split us up?

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[It takes him a while to respond, but even then it's a disappointing answer.]

I don't like it.

[i_speak_softly]

I'm trying not to like it but - the other one doesn't know what I'm complaining about.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Don, you're startin' to sound...what is it? Schizophrenic. It's gettin' kinda freaky.

[i_speak_softly]

[Frustrated.] Raph, he's in here! I'm repressing him, but only because he's weak... He's poking around through my memories and telling me how sorry he is.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph's frown deepens, a hard and cold expression of forced detachment. You can practically see the iron walls falling down around him. Coping mechanisms. They're wonderfully frustrating things.]

[i_speak_softly]

[What Don wouldn't give for Raph's walls right now.]

[On second thought, walls are exactly what he doesn't want. He throws the blanket off, slaps his feet on the floor, and lurches towards the door. Balance isn't exactly happening, but he just needs to make it out of this house.]

I - need to - take a walk...

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph's up and chasing after him in half a heart beat's time, reaching out to grab his shoulder and anchor him in place.]

Whoa, whoa. You sure you should be walkin' around? You were pretty sick this mornin'.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don twists out of Raph's grasp, and stumbles towards the front of the house.]

Come with me, then.

[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

All right, fine. Just don't push it.

[He follows Don out the door, trying not to fret. Fretting isn't his thing, and it's so not good for his blood pressure.]