All things considered, Casey is still pretty sure he can call his first three weeks on the Turtle a success. There's been a lack of random ninjas looking to murder him and the people around him, he hasn't been evicted, he met a Mikey from another universe... it's not much, admittedly.
Especially since hockey equipment's been a real pain to try to pin down. And he's in another universe to start with. Sure, great place they've got going here, nice folks in town, whatever. It's still not New York. He's happy to help defeat the ultimate evil, but whether time stops back home or not, he's still a little miffed about not being able to see the guys or to look in on his dad once in a while.
(Not that dad's likely to be doing anything different either way. Stupid drunk.)
Still, could be worse somehow. Probably. Doesn't really matter. Overall, the delicate balance of "okay things versus annoyances" seems a little too involved for Casey to bother with, most days. To hell with the complicated stuff, just give him some generalizations. He's here until he's here, and he's gotta deal with it. And his face is just about completely done looking like he recently tried to headbutt a brick wall, which he's thinking is as good a cue as any to follow up on checking out this other Raph (other other Raph, since he's got his own different universe or something). It's not the Raph he knows, and he might be from another universe that's not living with a Casey Jones, but there's a principle to consider. Besides, he thinks it might be wiser and safer for his overall chances of not getting punched out by a ninja to keep his approach as open as possible. Doesn't get much more open than a public building before dark.
It's still a little late in the day when Casey makes his way to the right neighborhood, since he tried to account for the fact that people train in there: he doesn't want to interrupt a class halfway through, and he doesn't want to stand around inside like a total moron, waiting for one to start and end or however it is that the guys do it up here. How desperate would that look?
He stands around in the general neighborhood for an hour or so instead, waiting until it looks like most or all of the kids have cleared out. Then he ducks in, gives the place a quick once-over, and shoves his hands unceremoniously into his pockets. Where, oh where, could the giant talking ninja turtle be...
"This place closed down for the day, or did I just not see all the advanced ninja students comin' in?" Man, do they do night classes? Should he have asked Mike about that first?
back in time, to the 16th-ish.
Especially since hockey equipment's been a real pain to try to pin down. And he's in another universe to start with. Sure, great place they've got going here, nice folks in town, whatever. It's still not New York. He's happy to help defeat the ultimate evil, but whether time stops back home or not, he's still a little miffed about not being able to see the guys or to look in on his dad once in a while.
(Not that dad's likely to be doing anything different either way. Stupid drunk.)
Still, could be worse somehow. Probably. Doesn't really matter. Overall, the delicate balance of "okay things versus annoyances" seems a little too involved for Casey to bother with, most days. To hell with the complicated stuff, just give him some generalizations. He's here until he's here, and he's gotta deal with it. And his face is just about completely done looking like he recently tried to headbutt a brick wall, which he's thinking is as good a cue as any to follow up on checking out this other Raph (other other Raph, since he's got his own different universe or something). It's not the Raph he knows, and he might be from another universe that's not living with a Casey Jones, but there's a principle to consider. Besides, he thinks it might be wiser and safer for his overall chances of not getting punched out by a ninja to keep his approach as open as possible. Doesn't get much more open than a public building before dark.
It's still a little late in the day when Casey makes his way to the right neighborhood, since he tried to account for the fact that people train in there: he doesn't want to interrupt a class halfway through, and he doesn't want to stand around inside like a total moron, waiting for one to start and end or however it is that the guys do it up here. How desperate would that look?
He stands around in the general neighborhood for an hour or so instead, waiting until it looks like most or all of the kids have cleared out. Then he ducks in, gives the place a quick once-over, and shoves his hands unceremoniously into his pockets. Where, oh where, could the giant talking ninja turtle be...
"This place closed down for the day, or did I just not see all the advanced ninja students comin' in?" Man, do they do night classes? Should he have asked Mike about that first?
Well, too late now.