i_speak_softly: (Down but still fighting)
2013-01-29 08:24 pm

Sixty-Seventh Theory [Accidental Video]

[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: (Surrender)
2010-06-06 10:26 am

Eighteenth Theory [Incidental Voice]

[Don tends to leave his journal open while he's working. Residents who listen to the daily chatter have probably gotten used to his incomprehensible muttering, rhetorical questions, and strange mechanical noises. Today, though, they hear something quite different:]

What is it, Raph? [Shuffling noise. Indrawn breath.] So that's what they look like. [Loud crash.] Is it really necessary to destroy my lab? [Horrible rending noise.] It doesn't matter. I can build those again. You're mine, now. [A brief scuffle. A heavy thump.]

[Silence.]

((Hiatus. At least until the 15th, maybe longer. Leaving the country, no internet, tl;dr I'll be having fun while Don suffers. I'll make it up to him when I get back.))