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[TRP] - Inbox

"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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[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!

[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?]

[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.]

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.]

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.

Moved to here!

Edited 2023-10-11 04:33 (UTC)

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.

[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?

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

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.

[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.