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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.]

[orangerazzmatazz]

True to his word, Mikey shows up two hours later. It's not on the dot or anything, but it's close enough. He will admit, he is a little surprised that Donnie is actually there, but once the shock wears off, a grin crosses his face.

"Ah, my willing and generous subject!" He pushes the glasses back up his face, which are nothing more than wire crudely twisted into a frame like shape. They are crooked and could barely be called circles but the idea is there.

"Sit sit," he says, clearing his throat, closing the door behind him.

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.

[disastertron]

[Megatron has to pause and look away from his datapad for a minute there, alarm twisting his gestures further and further away from his usual smile. When he's ready a minute or two later, he looks back down]

Understood...

I thank you again for the investment of your time. I might think, instead, that we focus on what types of plants the nearest planets that lie ahead might allow us to cultivate? I would be more than happy to discuss such a thing, or these inventions you mentioned previously. I admit to a significant amount of curiosity on that topic. Whichever you prefer.

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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.

[cactusy]

who knows, maybe the whole turtle gang will show up.

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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?

[cactusy]

Some stuff I picked up on the station. And for the record, I'm looking to help decrease paranoia, and the kids are the only ones willing to work with us right now.

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?

[thepurpleone]

Oh yeah, totally. [The yawn hardly makes it convincing but it's just Leo he's talking to. At least it sounds like Donnie's pouring himself some coffee.]

I am on top of it but for the sake of review give me a rundown.

[faceguy]

[Leo could call out that pretty obvious lie, but in the interest of moving this conversation along he’ll let it go with little but a snort or amusement.]

Apparently we have a stab-happy so called “ghost” around. I didn’t get a lot of details though. The victim was pretty out of it - he was calling me Billy and telling me about his pet in elementary school.

[So it wasn’t very helpful!]