Twenty-fifth Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[After putting in an obligatory appearance at the baseball game, Donatello is up to some business of his own.

At a certain point during the afternoon, you may find him wheeling a motorcycle from C6 to House 55.

A bit later, you might catch him dragging forty-gallon garbage cans filled with a strange assortment of objects along the same route.

And sometime after that, you may come upon him near the bridge on this path, surrounded by those same garbage cans. Except that they are up-ended now, their contents strewn across the ground. In the center of the mess a bizarre contraption is taking shape.

Question this strange behavior? Watch in silent bafflement? Or maybe just back away slowly.]

((Please indicate at which point you encounter him!))

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[after-march.livejournal.com]

[She reaches out for his arm, but instead takes hold of the side of the can to help pull it along again.]

Yeah. Well, you will now.

[action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Oops. He clears his throat awkwardly.]

Who did you talk to?

[action]

[wise_maiden]

[She doesn't feel comfortable saying it outright, but she has a feeling he can put it together.] ... Someone who was very worried about you.

[i_speak_softly]

Listen, April - [He stops, and the loss of the can's momentum will force April to stop too.] This place has been really interesting to visit, but I don't want to live here. I'm trying not to get too comfortable.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

Not sure how that translates into slacking off on the work, Don.

[She frowns and crosses her arms.]

[action]

[i_speak_softly]

[That definitely narrows down the list.]

I've been doing better.

[i_speak_softly]

I can't bring anything home and I won't remember anything I learned. There are better uses for my time. [And he resumes dragging the cans.]

[before-may.livejournal.com]

Like WHAT, exactly? [Well, the wind's out of her sails.]

You're so different here.

[i_speak_softly]

[Stopping, again. Because he can't say this without gesturing and he needs to free his hands.]

We don't need security systems because no one is trying to kill us. It's impossible to build an engine for any kind of vehicle. The plumbing fixes itself and when we run out of food we just walk to the store and take more. What am I supposed to do here, April?

[action]

[wise_maiden]

That last Shift was certainly a lot to take in, and a lot to adjust to.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should just start breaking things for you.

We'll think of something. I already told Casey I want to investigate the barrier.

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[refinedmaestro.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately Frederic is too much of a perfectionist and starts looking a little irritated when he can't figure out what exactly he's trying to do with these parts. He just keeps looking them over and over, but nothing seems to be constructing in his mind.]

[action]

[i_speak_softly]

No one else took it like I did.

[i_speak_softly]

Like I said. Things fix themselves.

I'd go with you, but I'm not allowed.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

[What she perceives as his defeatist attitude is putting her in a bad mood, scratching the edge of that Irish temper.]

Hmph. I've never seen your helpless side before, Donatello.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Don picks up a piece of rubber tubing and offers it to Frederic.] Use the water.

[action]

[wise_maiden]

How would you say you've taken it...?

[i_speak_softly]

Not so much helpless as extraneous.

It hits everyone here, April. People go a little stir-crazy.

[after-march.livejournal.com]

Well, all that aside, who isn't allowing you to go to the barrier?

[ action ]

[refinedmaestro.livejournal.com]

[Frederic looks at the rubber tubing and looks around for this water Donatello is telling him about.] Water?

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[consultmybooks]

Ah, I see. [Giles takes this news well enough in stride] So, I know you, Raphael...are the other two here, as well?

[i_speak_softly]

Raph, of course. Who else would tell me where I can't go?

[action]

[i_speak_softly]

I would say a psychic fracture falls under the heading of very badly.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Don gets up, walks the few steps to the river, and snakes one end of the tube into it. The other end he drags up to the contraption, and weaves it around like a climbing vine, leaving the top sticking up above the invention/sculpture. Then he leans over and slurps from the tube like a giant straw, spitting out the water that ends up in his mouth. After he does that, the tube continues to spurt, sprinkling down over the various levels of the contraption. The result is something like a strange post-modern fountain.]

Water.

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don slumps visibly.] No. They were, but they've been sent back.