i_speak_softly: (Zaa)
[Don fights off the droids just long enough to get an idea of what's going on, then goes with them more or less peacefully.]

[Once in the park, he stakes out the arrivals area, making sure all his friends come through the transporters safely - and learning that a few have departed Luceti in recent weeks.]

[Later, he'll establish a position in the highest place he can reach, and given that he's a ninja, that's pretty high. From this vantage point he surveys the park, studying its geography and figuring out each area's peculiarities. He has his journal with him, and anyone can hail that weird turtle guy perching on the tall flagpole above the park's biggest roller coaster.]

[Eventually, he'll fold the journal backwards and tuck it, still open, into the front of his belt. Somehow in the course of doing so he accidentally turns on the video function, so anyone still watching will get a gut-dropping view of how a ninja travels around a giant amusement park. How's that for a thrill ride?]

[Throughout the rest of the week, Don can most often be found observing the "mini-experiments" in Bubble Land, indulging his aquatic side at the water park in Thrill Land, or consuming outrageous amounts of food at the park's various eateries.]
i_speak_softly: (Doing heavy-duty work.)
Hello, everyone. My name is Donatello. I was just like the majority of you here in the village, until a -- an incident I cannot speak of turned me into what I am today. I have become accustomed to this form, though it does present certain obstacles in dealing with a human-centered world.

Fortunately, I have an incredible talent for creating inventions both useful and aesthetically-pleasing. [Here, the video shows some objects of indeterminate purpose, which appear to be made primarily out of gears, wires, and brass.] Due to certain circumstances, I have heretofore not been able to use this talent to benefit others, but now I am able to offer my services in developing assistive technologies for the non-human members of our community.

I am also available to fulfill requests from humans, although non-humans will be served first due to their obvious superiority. [...] I mean, their greater need.
i_speak_softly: (Down but still fighting)
[Turtle Luck runs true to form, and Don crashes shell-first into the full bathtub in the winter room, Robert falling unceremoniously on top of him. The scientist, mildly stunned from the impact, pushes back and breaks the surface with a sputtering sound. Don fights down his panic reaction at being suddenly submerged, and simply sits up in the shallow water. He tries not to bang Robert against the sides of the tub, but the close confines ensure Robert's legs get squashed somewhat as Turtle and human attempt to suddenly coexist in an unforgiving ceramic tub.]

Don, are... are you a-alright?

Yeah. Just -- can you get up?

[Robert complies, scrambling out of the tub.] What an... unusual place to be returned. Perhaps the rogue Malnosso were... more interested in seeing our reaction to that than... "testing" us...

[Don coughs, and drags himself out of the water behind his housemate.] Typical. Give me a minute to convince my lungs they're fine, and then we can theorize about the Malnosso's motivations all you want.

[As the two talk, neither notices that Don's journal is transmitting video of their awkward return and private conversation.]



((Joint post! Don and Robert's conversation will be continued in a thread; feel free to assume your character can hear all of it. Specify who you want to talk to or you may get both. :) ))
i_speak_softly: (You want me to do WHAT)
[Anyone visiting, or working at, the clinic this afternoon will surely hear a sudden commotion from one of the lab rooms. If they investigate, or merely wait until the perpetrators burst out of the room, they will find two anthropomorphic turtles and some kind of human-monkey hybrid, all looking quite agitated.]

[Before the bursting-out, the following exclamations may be heard through the door:]

Leo, what are you doing in my lab? And who are you?

[There's muttering after the first voice, before a second truly speaks up.]

You! What are you doing here, freak!

[There is a brief moment of silence after the second voice sounds, just long enough for the echoes to drift through the hallway. Then... a clipped, terse, but possibly-almost-recognizable voice - without its usual accent - speaks:]

If I don't get answers as to why I'm here immediately, neither of you are going to be walking out that door.

(([livejournal.com profile] i_speak_softly, [livejournal.com profile] honorthecode, and [livejournal.com profile] semper_cogitans have been returned from mallynapping, believing that they come from worlds other than their canon ones, and that they have just arrived in Luceti for the first time. Help them sort things out? Please specify which of them you want to tag back - can be more than one if you'd like!))
i_speak_softly: (Worked to exhaustion)
[It should be immediately obvious that Don didn't mean to turn his journal on, and isn't even aware that it is on. He isn't looking at it. He isn't saying anything. In fact, he might not be awake. He's just sitting slumped in a chair, his head on the desk-like counter before him.]

[If you look past Donatello to the background of the scene, you might be able to identify the setting as a subway car. A very strange subway car, though - it's stuffed with technology that might look futuristic even to someone from the same world and time as Don.]

[Do you quietly look away, Lucetians? Or do you intrude on the private moment?]

((Backdated to a little earlier this morning, thanks LJ.))
i_speak_softly: (Don't start - you'll lose.)
[Donatello has been 98.7% certain that this rather bizarre experiment has passed him by, as he remained snug and warm in House 55, in accordance with the semi-natural hibernal habits of mutated terrapins. As he reflects on the past few days, though, he notices that the frequency with which his brothers have been informing him that he is spouting excessive quantities of facts and data is statistically unprecedented. He decides to test a theory.]

Someone ask me a question.

((Don's effect is that he's even more of a super-brain than usual. Please test the mun's research abilities.))
i_speak_softly: (Must protect Raph!)
[The last thing they remember, they were warm in bed with their other brothers. Now they are two, and for reasons beyond their comprehension they are waking up in a snowbank.

The sun is bright, the snow is wet, and the frigid air seeps into their bones.]


Raphie, I'm - I'm cold.

C-c’mon, Donnie. [He latches onto his brother’s hand and starts pulling him out of the snow.] We n-need a better hidin’ spot.

Okay.

[The two tiny Turtles climb out of the hollow in the deep snow and, huddled against one another, strike out in search of shelter.]

((Five-ish-year-old Turtles, no conscious memories of Luceti. Replies will come from [livejournal.com profile] tinytechturtle and [livejournal.com profile] saidontmatter. April will threadjack eventually to take her little guys home, but initial rescuing is open to any kind soul who doesn't want to see a pair of young reptiles freeze to death. Have at, kind souls of Luceti.))
i_speak_softly: (Uncomfortable)
My sons... MY SONS!

[Donatello stands outside House 55, his shell resting against the wall, staring into the fog.]

Someone help me!

[It's not real.]

NOOOOOOOO!

[That's what everyone has been saying on the journals. So Don doesn't fall into the trap, doesn't go into the mist. (Through the red lens over his eye, it looks like a spray of arterial blood. When he loses focus, he starts to see the red cloud with both eyes. Then he blinks and it's gone again.) But he doesn't go inside either. He can't walk away from his father's voice. Not even when the words give way to pained cries, not even when cold fear grips him as he realizes he doesn't know who needs help.]

[No one. It's not real.]

[Still, he can't bring himself to move.]

((Not marked as Voice because he isn't saying anything, but if you call him over the journals he'll answer. Stay inside tonight, Luceti...))
i_speak_softly: (Heh - caught working.)
To all of you from post-1776 America, happy Fourth of July. [Thoughtful pause.] Well, I suppose it's the fourth of July for everyone else too... I hope you're all having a nice day.

Um. [A throat-clearing, a clanking of metal.] If anyone is interested in current events from - October 9, 2006... I found a newspaper.

[Long pause.] I'm not the only one - seeing things, am I? I thought I was just hallucinating, but the newspaper seems pretty real...

Filtered to the Genius Pirate || Not Really Sure This Is Going To Work

Captain - Might I have a word with you?

Filtered to Winry || Unhackable

Winry, do you have a minute?
i_speak_softly: (Down for the count)
[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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