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[thepurpleone]

"You're conversing with Donatello-

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Just kidding, you got my inbox bu~t if you leave a message I will get back to you as soon as I possibly can."

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Sometime in the past, but not too far (Post Movie Night)

[orangerazzmatazz]

[Voice Message]

[Mikey's voice is cut off at the beginning like he started talking before the message beeped]

-tant things for you to know! One! I am coming to your room later, in like, a couple of hours later. No protests! Second! I have my glasses on (or what I could find to pretend to be glasses) and it is Dr. Feelings time. No running! You had better be there! It is time for an important feelings jam!

[thepurpleone]

[Really Mikey? Donnie stares at his comm as he tries to parse Mikey-ese.]

Wait,where did you get glasses from??

-wait, no what- what about feelings? No feelings jam! Highly unnecessary!

[Two hours is plenty of time to hide, right?]

[orangerazzmatazz]

[Mikey's face twisted with the message. Leave it to Donnie to try and get out of a much needed Feelings Jam! Not on his watch! He wasn't called Dr. Feelings for nothing!]

Unfortunately, there was no need turtleneck to be found, but we will have to make due. You can't escape the feelings jam, Donnie! Be in your room in two hours or I'll add a comma to your code while you're sleeping. And I won't even tell you where.

[There, that should do it.]

[thepurpleone]

GASP! You wouldn't dare!!

[But that's enough of a threat to keep him protectively rooted by his precious babies as he makes efforts to enhance his security.]

TEXT UN: faultline

[disastertron]

Donnie. I feel I must make an apology...

There was an incident in the hydroponics lab and I am afraid your plant was caught up in it and destroyed...

I am fine. But I feel I must warn you not to visit the lab until it has been proclaimed structurally sound again.

[thepurpleone]

[He might feel just a little guilty, getting this text. The less mentioned is probably the better. There is a pang of...something in hearing about the plant though.]

I heard there were explosions. Good to know you're okay.

...kind of bummed about the plant though. At least we didn't have a full setup yet?

[disastertron]

Thank you for your concern. I am made of stern stuff, however, no need to spend our energies on it...

I do apologize about your plant. I had enjoyed her company, while I had the pleasure of it, and I am certainly agreed that we had not yet started putting everything else together...

Might I suggest plants accustomed to heat, as a place to start for next time? We can put our heads together, although I trust yours will bring more to the table haha

[thepurpleone]

It's not your fault. And...not like I spent over half a year by Earth standards cultivating those flowers but anyway, still could have been worse. It's fine.

I'm sure the lava planet we were just on would have been an ideal place to look but I was kind of preoccupied at the time and don't really want to ever go back there again so maybe let's look for something else.

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[cactusy]

hey, congrats 👍 👍

[thepurpleone]

Thanks?





What'd I do?

[cactusy]

i mean congratulations on your brother showing up.

[thepurpleone]

OH! You meet him? Yeah, not gonna lie, I'm glad to see him. Sure, circumstances could be better but he's here now.

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[cactusy]

Hey. Wanna help me and Stark with another project?

[thepurpleone]

You have my attention.

[cactusy]

I want to give some wireless monitoring equipment to the Agrii kids so that they can keep on top of ship security without having to rely on the AI that they don't have any control over. And without having to rely on the people that are going all culty, I guess.

Stark thinks it's a stupid idea, but he's in.

[thepurpleone]

Sounds like a fun way to make the adults even more paranoid, I'm in.

What exactly did you have in mind for this sort of equipment?

ring ring; shortly after the Richie thread

[faceguy]

[Whether Donnie is awake or asleep he’s getting a call from Leo now. Hello!]

[thepurpleone]

[His brother is totally keeping a normal sleep scheduleokay not really]

...mmmyes?

[faceguy]

Hey hermano. Keeping up with the news?

Action - a wild Wheeljack appears!

[incendiarism3]

The next time Donnie went to return to his room, Wheeljack was sitting across the hall from the door inside, one knee drawn up to his chest. He had fresh repairs on his doorwings and feet and hands, and he looked tired. He lifted his head and gave a weak but real smile at Donnie's approach, doorwings sagging a bit in relief at just seeing him.

"Hello, Donnie," he vented out, his smile growing warmer. Even after everything, he was still made happier just seeing him. He'd missed him.

"I... I am truly sorry I have not come by to see you and Windshear in far too long. I have not-" He paused, frowning down at the floor for a moment. When he spoke again, it was quieter and less forcibly rigid than his usual tones, because he always tried so hard to be taken seriously. "I haven't been a very good friend to you lately. Or anyone."

He looked away, hunching with a wince of shame in the other direction. "...I started going to mandated therapy with Ratchet about-" a slight hesitation and a wincing twist of his mouth to avoid saying 'my lord,' "-about him, and it's... It's had me twisted up in my processor. I've been hiding," he admitted with another wince.

"That and other things have made me neglect my friends. Including you. I'm sorry. I really am. Even the small amounts I heard..." He looked up, and open worry was written large in every inch of his face and body language. "I wasn't there for you. I should've been."

[thepurpleone]

Windshear would have noticed, the generally lighter mood of the turtles' space in the past month. Not all their problems had been addressed, but it wasn't even problems so much as the experiences, the cumulative heavy experiences that had clung to them from mission to mission. Feelings weren't Donnie's department of expertise to fix, and he was likely one of the worst offenders, trying to bottle things up until they just leaked out or exploded, neither being very pleasant.

But he certainly looked in much better spirits, reminiscent of the earlier days when he and Wheeljack had first been acquainted with one another. The purple-clad turtle blinked as he saw the familiar shape sitting there, and he hurried his steps as he closed the distance spanning them.

"Wheeljack! Hey..!" he said, and even he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty in realization of how long it had been since he'd even tried talking to him.

"...no, it's not- it's not just your fault. I was kind of shutting myself off too, I guess," he admitted- a big admission, but he'd been reminded of something important, even if he should have known it all this time; he wasn't alone here.

"I hope Ratchet's a better therapist than Rung is," Donnie noted wryly, a dry smile touching his face for all of 0.2 seconds. His brow furrowed slightly as there could only be one person Wheeljack would be referring to, and Donnie was never happy to hear about him, even if he was more or less indifferent about hearing any threats the Decepticon might make towards him. 'Broken', Terra had called him, but that too had been another bridge fire put out, and at least the bruises from around Donnie's neck had more or less faded by now.

"That whole matter's a complicated one, so...I don't expect it to be something you'd have figured out with a few sessions. But...at least you were trying?" Donnie tilted his head. Hiding?

"...guess I'm guilty of the hiding thing too. It's not like it's your fault for any of it. I had a lot on my mind and ... Well okay. I guess I wasn't doing great figuring it out on my own either." He sighed.

[incendiarism3]

Wheeljack cycled his optics at Donnie for a moment or two, surprise and deepening concern reflected both in his expression and a restless fluff of his doorwings.

He tilted his head at the name Rung, puzzled because he could have sworn he'd never heard of anyone by that name aboard, only to grow flustered and duck his head a little at how Donnie spoke about his own therapy. He was unsure what to say to the notion that he was trying his best, not when that still felt like he was justifying the stark betrayal of his lord, even when everything and everyone else said otherwise.

By the time Donnie sighed, however, Wheeljack's own posture was more relaxed. The idea that they'd both been doing pretty much the exact same thing was oddly comforting. He gave Donnie a small, teasing smile. "Well," he said, "according to my well known knowledge of math, both of us deciding to become hermits and trying to solve everything on our own cancels each other out. We just have no choice but to accept that neither of us should feel guilty, and there is nothing to forgive. Math said so."

Those space robot colds - action

[hub_network]

Donnie was in the middle of several very important tasks at the same when the air suddenly filled with half a dozen of the squeakiest of squeaky sneezes.

Each one was accompanied by a rapidly shifting mess of blue pixels in the air that vanished and reappeared elsewhere with every sneeze. The last one finally gave enough time for those pixels to coalesce into the shape of Hub, who let out the tiniest, most miserable whine of dismay as he flailed and scrambled in midair, about to fall.

Another squeak of a sneeze and he burst apart into pixels again, this time he was on the complete opposite side of the room, banging down hard onto his back.

Another, and he was stumbling on feet that were far too unsteady to hold him up.

Another, up in the air again.

Another.

Another.

Finally, an exhausted Hub appeared to have finished his sneezing fit, at least for now. Pixels were floating off of him and disintegrating, and his voice was very hoarse as he lifted his head from his sprawled half sitting position to peer blearily at Donnie. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Didn't mean to go in uninvited again, it's being weird. I'll probably be somewhere else in just a-"

Another sneeze, and he reappeared merely having moved six inches closer to Donnnie, but Hub looked even more exhausted than before and his helmet had no reformed with him. "S-s-so-" His nose scrunched and wiggled like a rabbit's as he fought back another sneeze.

[thepurpleone]

What the heck.

Donnie missed the first round of sneezes because the music he was pumping was turned up. But the notice window of an unexpected visitor present was something he couldn't ignore, making him blink, puzzled before he looked around. He turned down his dubstep, blinking again once he registered the strange sounds and the formation of a familiar figure.

"Wh-"

Aaaand he was gone. Oh, and there he was. Nope. Gone again. The turtle almost jumped once Hub finally seemed to stabilize, and then jerked back at the sneeze, which only resulted in finally making him fall backwards when Hub reappeared again, closer.

"Oh my banana pancakes, did you catch a virus or something? Were you playing around open networks like Rock?" he said, brow furrowing as he got to his feet again. He grabbed a piece of paper from the table, transmuting it into a handkerchief that he all but thrust into Hub's face.

[hub_network]

Hub reached unsteadily for the handkerchief, missing it several times before he finally managed to snag it and bury his face in it, only for the urge to sneeze to go away after a few seconds. Weird, that was weird, having a body was weird.

He slumped with another utterly miserable whine before looking back up at Donnie. "No," he croaked. "Maybe... maybe Rock did? Found him in the hallway and he was..." He frowned, it was hard to focus, what had Rock been doing? "He'd fallen down, so I tried to-"

Another sneeze caught him entirely by surprise, this one jolting him halfway across the room and a foot in the air so that he thumped down.

Another, another, and another, and Hub didn't even try to sit up anymore, just let himself crumple over on his side and curled in on himself. The temperature of the floor felt nice...

"I want Lan..." he mumbled, turning his face into the floor.