[Open]

[i_speak_softly]

Characters: Donatello and OPEN
Date: April 27, and some number of following days, depending how this goes
Location: All over the city, but starting at ME-3B and hopefully ending at WA-3B
Situation: Leo ordered Don to get off the networks, so the brainy Turtle sets out to find his brother the old-fashioned way.
Warnings/Rating: Probably nothing exciting.

It takes Don the rest of the night to pick over the components of his console, put them back together again, and boot the machine in his best approximation of safe mode. This still doesn't solve any of the issues - unsurprising, since Mike Weston had told him the problem was in the network - and he checks his messages as carefully as possible.

Leo has left him a cryptic instruction. Not daring to reply, he memorizes it, then shuts down the machine and hits the street.

Where the water meets the steel. A shipyard? Don heads toward the edge of the city, where one is likely to be, but inquiries direct him westward towards the Water Sector.

As he walks, Don wonders if the sector border is what Leo meant. But the border is a long one - it took Don an hour to get across the city by car, and he can tell he hadn't crossed nearly all of it - and he doesn't know which side of the line his brother is on.

Or wait! What if Leo meant a weapons forge? Submerging a steel blade in water is a critical step in the sword-making process, and that's just the kind of thing Leo would think of when giving coded orders on short notice. But a place like that would most likely be in the Fire Sector, and that's really a long way… Maybe he can hitch a ride?

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[sticksaround]

It's a Donatello kind of town. He has a look to make sure the door's closed, then shoves his hands into his pockets.

"Not much? Got a few turf wars in the works and sort of a ninja problem, but nothin' huge. Mostly, my guys are just lookin' for a new hideout right now." They'll see how long the quiet actually lasts, but for now things are holding steady enough. He gives it a week. "Is it kosher to ask about your New York?"

[i_speak_softly]

"Mm." A thoughtful hum. "I'm not clear on all the interdimensional physics yet, but Leo thinks it's safe." He carefully sets a covered tray to the side, then sits back on his heels and looks up. "Most recently we've had a problem with wooden ninjas. Before that, things were... fairly quiet." A lie, made obvious by the way he absently touches the bandage on his leg as he says it. Closer to the truth is that he just doesn't remember what had happened.

"What is... your me like?"

[sticksaround]

He raises an eyebrow- your words say one thing, Don, and the rest of you he questions- but then he kind of has to figure it's not his place to ask about the details just yet. If they come up on their own or he gets to know these guys better, maybe, but there's no good reason to risk trouble on tentative grounds.

Anyway, wooden ninjas are weird enough to be leaving home on. How would those even work...?

At least he can always scrounge up some honest enthusiasm for his chosen family and how they're awesome.

"Oh, Don's great! I mean, y'know, all the guys are. I guess I know Raph better than I know him so far, but he's got a good heart. Smart as hell, too." Not that that's probably surprising. "Kind of a smart aleck, but who ever said that's a bad rap anyway?"

[i_speak_softly]

A crooked smile. "But you're the only one here? From your world?"

[sticksaround]

"Ahh, yeah. It's just me so far." He shrugs. It's been a good long while since he saw his turtles and April and all. At least he knows well enough to know they can do fine without him. "Probably better that way, goin' from the noble, responsible side of stuff."

[i_speak_softly]

Don takes the tray and stands up, moving to put it in a safer place. As he does so, he mentally reviews the conversation so far, looking for an opening to get the information he wants.

"Which of... those of us in this world, haven't you seen yet?"

[sticksaround]

"Haven't run into Leo yet. He's kinda doin' his ninja thing." He offers this much with the casual air of a guy who can at least understand that sometimes, a ninja's gotta ninja. "I met Mike my first day here. Went lookin' for Raph... a couple weeks after that?"

In public, in daylight. Just in case he didn't take to all Casey Joneses as well as he took to his personal one. If he knew him at all.

[i_speak_softly]

"I've been a little worried about Leo," Don says, as he sets the tray down on a desk. He doesn't normally volunteer that kind of information to strangers, but this is more of a gambit: Casey doesn't need to know a lot to offer an outsider perspective that might help make sense of what's going on.

[sticksaround]

Casey frowns.

"Yeah?" He knows he's not much authority on this particular group, of course. Hearing things out never hurt, turtle-wise. "You think somethin's up with him?"

[i_speak_softly]

"Mm. He won't tell me much about anything." Leo tends to keep his own counsel, but not usually to this degree. "I think Raph knows, though. Has he said anything to you?"