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: (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: (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.))
i_speak_softly: (Oh no bad stuff incoming)
[A low groan is heard.]

Ugh...

[Donatello opens one eye, and discovers that the thing smashed up against his face is a book. Lifting his head a little, he sees it's a blank book.]

Huh? What was I... ?

[He turns a few pages, but it seems that all of them are blank.]

Great. No notes. Good job, Donatello.

[He sighs and closes the book. Its leather cover echoes his name. This strange occurrence prompts Don to look up, and only then does he realize he is in a place rather different from any place he has been in before. He stands up quickly, almost knocking over the chair he'd been sitting in, and looks around at the bookshelves, tables, armchairs, and other sundry things that he associates, in a never-actually-seen-them-in-person kind of way, with libraries.]

What the -

((Anyone in the Luceti library is free - likely, even - to notice the large bipedal turtle wearing enormous boxers and trying to look in every direction at once. Perhaps they might also locate his gear somewhere?))

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