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tushanshu_logs2014-04-27 12:07 pm
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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?
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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But that's a conversation to save for another time; from the way Raph's weight is slumping a bit further against Leo, he must be falling asleep. Good; they all need it. He tips his head back against the sofa to stare at the ceiling.
"We'll fill you in on everything we can later. There's some things you need to know about."
Isn't there always?
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It's one part Telling Donnie Something He Doesn't Know, and two parts Bringing cousins up to speed? Must be a day that ends in Y.
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As Don scoots closer, Raph takes a second to put his still-full teacup on the coffee table before it spills, throwing his brother a wan smile before settling in again.
This is how it should be. Even with one brother short, he feels like an immense weight has been lifted off his chest. Like he can finally breathe a little easier. It's not home, and he misses his father and Mikey so much it hurts to remember, but at least this freakin' mess is one step closer to right.