Cyberformed [] Inbox

[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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ACTION! Causing problems on purpose

[betterthanmegaman]

[ You know what is a terrible thing in the hands of a volatile teen who likes to cause issues intentionally? Boredom. And Bass is VERY bored right now. He's just strolling down the hall, Treble trotting along at his heels contemplating the fact that he might be forced to find himself a hobby.

What a pain.

But then he pauses. Wait... he recognizes this stretch of hallway and his mouth splits into a manic grin. He lifts an arm a transforms it into his buster, takes aim, and blasts a panel in the wall that he just KNOWS a laser will pop out of. ]

[thepurpleone]

[It's a rude interruption when you're trying to process your latest bout of depression because of your girlfriend's abrupt message. It's enough to flick a switch, because being sad is awful but being angry, now that's a feeling that Donnie's much more intimate with, and it's all too easy to feed the upset and funnel it into that fire.

The lasers do open out of general programming, several sighting Bass and proceeding to fire. Within, Donnie pulls up the main security feed and glares as he sees who it is before turning and grabbing his tech-bō.]

Text, UN: Wheeljack

[incendiarism3]

[Wheeljack sits propped up in his berth in the medibay as he cycles through the datapad that has been given to him. He scowls down at it. Large portions of it have been locked, and not all of his old contacts are available. Anemone isn't there]

[He cycles further down the contact list and then pauses before starting a new message]

Donnie. It is Wheeljack. I apologize if it has been some time since we last spoke. I intended to, but it appears something came up that I am now in the medibay. Are you occupied today?

[thepurpleone]

[He's not sure whether he should have expected the message or not, but if anything, he doesn't think he would have been prepared for a response either way. At least he's had some time to think and pull himself together more than the fragmented thing that he'd been of late. He can handle this. ...hopefully.]

Wheeljack, it's good to hear from you. How are you feeling?

I don't have anything time-sensitive to tend to. Did you need something?

Should I come by?

[Could he come by?]

Text, UN: Reflected-Light (Backdated to before Writhe funtimes)

[tenthtimeisthecharm]

Donnie? Are you in? This is Velocity. It's okay if you aren't, or you don't want two talk, aye just thought maybe clarifying things on both ends might be good?

[thepurpleone]

[Ah, a confrontation he's been dreading. At least for now he can hide behind text.]

Yeah, I'm in.

Did you want to do this in person somewhere or..?

Voice mail

[playfultyrant]

The option to join is still on the table you know.

You're a scientist of great caliber, Donatello.

Its a waste to see it not put to use.

Real science, for a better universe... out here.

[thepurpleone]

Ugh it's you. Out where? If you've been sitting outside of the ship all this time, I will laugh openly.

I'll admit, you've got some gall to be poking your business around here after what you pulled, but if you think you can sweet-talk me then you are clearly the dumb one. I read your notes, you're not fooling anyone!

If Soundwave doesn't lock you off of this network, I will.

audio a few hours post bodyswap, un primetime

[emojibot]

Donnie. [he doesn't sound unhappy or anything, despite the scolding donnie had got during their little outing. seems this isn't going to be a follow-up on that, or anything.] Have you managed to settle back in?

[thepurpleone]

[A follow-up scolding would have been on his list of things to anticipate if it isn't for the fact that everything is just Too Much right now. He'd woken up and it's like someone's set the filters on everything much too high, the ship is freezing and every little thing just seems too loud, too bright.]

...no.

[It's the meekest, quietest little response that he gives once he finally does answer, muffled by a pillow from where he's been huddling under a blanket for the past...he has no idea how long it's been but the message had given him a start.]

Audio

[playfultyrant]

I think you'd make quite a fascinating Beastformer. I think I should of listened more closely to Predacon's interest with the merger of organic and cybertronic.

Do you think you'd make a good Transformer, Donnie?

[thepurpleone]

....

Looks like I need to update my firewall. Hope you backed up your data.

You must be super lonely to keep bothering people like this.

Quite frankly I think I'd be amazing. Kind of had the experience already, although I would have preferred not borrowing someone else's body.

sorry not sorry.

[arewehuman]

For all she's learned on the R2, Sarah is, at her core, an AI—a Self-Learning AI with a child's curiosity, leashed only by her willpower and five years of learning Real People behaviour.

She's seen the door to Donnie's labs so many times on her walks through the vast ship. Always wondered what lay behind it.

She wants to know. She needs to know. She must know- and driven by her programming, Sarah steps closer to the door and rests a hand on it - and starts to push with all her, not inconsiderable strength.

Will it give? She doesn't think so; the entire ship is built from sterner stuff than any organic could hope for, but she must know.

[thepurpleone]

That door isn't budging. It's locked and set to only open for certain individuals or those who have the proper access code. While it's still very much a huge, standard sliding door as with any of the rooms on the R2, this one's been particularly fortified and portions of it have been accented in metallic purple.

UN: Paradise_Medic

[everwatchful]

[Do not ask how many bounce arounds Red Alert's put this under, or how many layers of encryption it's under. It puts anything Donnie can come up with to shame and is very much a mark of paranoia. But, as long a Donnie ID's himself (Player choice in method), it will open like an onion to reveal the message.]

Hello.

I wanted to give you an update on the T-cogs you replaced for us.

Sixshot is pleased with his; He says it's as good as new. He's listed you as the one to repair should it break down. He'd also list you as a Shifter's t'Cog medic, if you have one.

Mine is also fine. It is as expected. I was not polite last time we spoke.

I am sorry.

[thepurpleone]

[It's a fascinating puzzle that Donnie eagerly picks and prods at. Definitely some codework that he'll look further into but his attention goes to the message once he realizes whom it's from.]

Red Alert! I'm glad to hear they're working out. I couldn't have had them done without your input, but I'm honored by the title. I'm not sure we have one but it'll look great on the resume! Put in a good word for me, although I guess it'd be better to hope no one else will need such a specific thing while being prepared for the worst.

Hey, don't worry about it. You two...hadn't come out of the best of situations. I think there's a lot I still don't understand about it all but I still found out more than I think I might have wanted to.

How are you doing?

text

[shybombardier]

Hey Donnie, I can't believe I've never asked this before

but when's your birthday?

[thepurpleone]

Lots of things keep coming up so I'm not really surprised.

Anyway, it's been tricky figuring out anything considering we keep passing through different systems with varying passage of time, and on top of that I doubt anyone uses Earth standard terms so who even knows





...oh my gosh I don't know when my birthday is anymore.

Text | UN: ColourOptions

[managerbehindthrone]

[Should she be encouraging the child? Probably not, but at the same time...

What she knows him as her impressed and any young tech genius always needs encouragement.

A few blueprints of the tamer and more harmless weapons from inside the Dark Fortress find their way into Donnie's inbox. Mostly handheld guns that all look designed to take down a target without lethal force, but there is a small artillery weapon in there designed to immobilise the target.

Nothing remotely lethal, of course, but the blueprints are more wire frames with notes attached. Notes detailing what it's intended for with power sources mentioned, rather than 'how to actually build a thing'.]

Perhaps you might find some enjoyment? I have non-weapons too, if you desire. A sample of my colour changing paints, for example.

[thepurpleone]

[New toys?? Donnie's immediately intrigued because no one ever just gives him things like this. That does make him hesitate, his initial glee shifting towards mild suspicion. But Esmeryl's always been encouraging and not unpleasant to talk to. He looks over the blueprints, building up a model of the guns with his ninpō just to test things out. Definitely an advantage to having mystic-tech, he will admit. Handguns aren't particularly his style, but he takes a few shots at the reinforced wall of his testing area before letting things dissipate.

The power sources are definitely of more interest to him. His eyes rove over things a few more times before looking at the message itself.]

These are great. Non-weapon designs might be more interesting to study, certainly.

Color changing paints, do want.

[Realistically the only color he ever wants to do anything in is purple, but it might be handy to be able to tone it down for stealth purposes without having to resort to a complete repaint.]

text: UN: dropthe

[betterthanmegaman]

(( During the Mall Heist... ))

you're at the mall rn??? steal me some rollerskates and i'll let you look at the weapons plans i found!! there are also blueprints for a robot dog

[thepurpleone]

Affirmative.

Skates? What size are you- wait no, never mind, I have that on file.

[Although he doubts there are any that would really fit those chonky feet but that's what magical transmutations are for.]

Weapons? Wait, what store did you find those in? Are you trying to make an army of robo-dogs?

Duckstribution

[thelordofmisrule]

[ Hey Donnie did you know there is a smaaaall blidspot in your laser defense matrix? Because nestled in there is a single purple rubber duck with 'LOL' written on it. ]

[thepurpleone]

[DUCK you are only saved from the fate of oblivion because of purple.]

Action : Post Mall event

[betterthanmegaman]

[ Bass has got a few things to do now that his fun adventure in the Mall is over. Now he needs to find the turt-OH! There he is. Convenient that he's caught him before he's back at his lab. Disappointing that he can't play with the lasers. Another time maybe. ]

DONATELLO HAMATO DO YOU HAVE THE ITEM FOR THE EXCHANGE?!

[ He's shouting. Does he have to shout? Absolutely! ]

[thepurpleone]

...boy am I glad he doesn't have super sonic waves or something-

[Donnie grumbles to himself before he turns, nag swinging after him.]

Yes! I have the requested item! And please stop using my full name! Just Donnie is fine!

Post-Wanihow || TEXT

[orangerazzmatazz]

Yo, Donnie. You wanna come fix this game for me? It has to be bugged or something, I CANNOT get a hit in on this guy! It's not fair!

[thepurpleone]

Maybe you're just losing your touch.

Anyway, sure. Be right over.

Whoops....

[orangerazzmatazz]

Mikey is not doing well. He's been trying to bake these cookies, and it should be calming him down but he keeps getting it wrong. He burns them, or messes up the ingredients, or there was one tray that he completely dropped.

The worst part, is the more he tries to fix things, the more he seems to screw things up and ends up growing more frustrated. This is supposed to be the one thing that helps him!

The timer dings and he goes to pull the cookies from the oven. Finally! They look about perfect.

He goes to scoop them off to cool and they stick to the pan, tearing and smushing and leaving half of themselves behind.

Mikey lets out a growl of frustration and throws his spatula on the floor.

Maybe he'll just find something else to do instead. Never mind the kitchen is a mess and there is a scattering of dozens of cookies in various states. He'll come clean it up later. Maybe video games will help him.

He's just glad his brothers aren't around to ask questions.

[thepurpleone]

Speak of the devil...

The door's almost impossible to miss for when it opens, although Donnie's long since reprogrammed it so it doesn't have to try opening in its entirety to allow beings his size in. But then given the distraction Mikey's making for himself with his baking attempts, the entrance of his brother may have gone unnoticed.

What isn't missed is the sound of things clattering on the floor of their living area. Donnie's used to other sounds like games or movies blasting on the big screen, but these aren't the noises he's accustomed to hearing in his room. He forgoes using the lift, panels on his battle shell lifting as his built in thrusters flare to life, zipping him up to the top of the recharge slab. He doesn't have to go far to see the edges of the mess in the kitchen, prompting him to quicken his steps as he makes way towards it.

"Mikey? What the-" He blinks as he steps up to the boundaries of the kitchenette. "What happened?"

Action+Holomater Avatar

[forgottengod]

In most cases, this is not how Rung would go about an apology. But perhaps in someway, being down to Donnie's level might... help. As he stands passing the door of the turtle's room, he starts to double guess this approach. Even as he stops finally hand raised to the door.

Swallows nerves and knocks. The holomater avatar of a thin average human with auburn hair stands and waits.

"Donatello. Do you have a moment? Are you in?" His voice the same as ever. A somber understanding and yet with distant metallic echo.

[thepurpleone]

There's a point where you get tired of being sad and scared and...whatever else there is. And Donnie's never been one to just mope through it, because that doesn't solve anything. Nothing gets done.

He's been back to work at things, carefully applying a laser cutter thin piece of metal when that familiar voice sounds over the intercom.

The turtle stiffens, lifting his head to glance towards the door. He taps at his bracer to activate the audio on his side, sighing.

"What do you want, Rung."

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[ceruleon]

Hey D

Think you could rig up something to keep this lantern out of my way?
It's throwing off my sweet moves and also I keep bonking my head on it. Very lame.

[thepurpleone]

I'd have to take a look.

Does it have anything a clip can be attached to?

Action

[tojediornottojedi]

There was something off with the energy around the ship. Not that it ever felt normal there was always some sort of tension to be felt. But this felt... different, more... organic.

She passed by a room the clearly belonged to the turtle boys, if the graffiti around the door was anything to by. Donnie and his brothers, though she was really only familiar with Donnie himself.

Anila stared a moment, tilted her head.

Sure. Why not.

She knocks.

[thepurpleone]

Was it so palpable? Then again, what did Donnie know about Jedi and emotional energy?

He would however be remiss to admit that things had been a bit heavy of late. It didn't help that things were eating at all three of the turtles, and while Donnie hoped that the other two were weathering through things better than he had been, catching Mikey the other day in his frustrated state had spiked his own concerns.

It was hard, working through it, the negative funk. But Donnie was someone who needed to keep busy, and he found the ability to do so, to concentrate and put in some effort to something fruitful. It'd hit in bursts and if he was lucky he'd be able to get through to a suitable stopping point before whatever reserves he'd scraped the motivation from had run themselves empty again.

Currently was one of those 'empty' moments. He hadn't bothered going back up, sprawled there on the beanbag he purposely left close to his work area for such times. He'd pulled his hood up over his face, headphones thumping some techno as he scrolled aimlessly on his phone, not really registering much of the content that passed along the screen. He lifted his head as a window came up on his computer, notifying him of someone at the door, and with a few taps to turn down his music and another to call up the cameras outside, he blinked, surprised at the unexpected guest.

When had he even last spoken to Anila? It was nice to see she was doing okay at least. He debated briefly before tapping another button on his bracer, allowing for the doorway to slide open wide enough to allow organic admittance. Then he flopped back against his beanbag again.

A nice little visit to a certain somebody’s dorm room …

[the_christmas_shaymin]

The Christmas Shaymin has heard about the inbox and its rather unusual “technology”, but as a simple little creature of equally simple nature … they were in no condition to use it! How in the living world are they going to contact anyone in this ship?

The Christmas Shaymin couldn’t help but ponder on this rather unfortunate dilemma, but then their little face lit up as — aha! They could pay some of their new acquaintances a visit or two! But which ones, though? Clearly, they have just realized that they haven’t got a chance to get super close with anyone aside from a few instances of beefing around with bullies or having a personal heart-to-heart with nice people. After a brief moment of more pondering, the Christmas Shaymin finally remembered something important!

Apparently, someone was holding a garden in their room, so maybe that could be someone they could trust, right? After all, he was seen carrying around a pot of pink Gracidea flowers, so if only if they could meet up with him … they can finally find a way to gain access to something they have been searching for oh-so long!

And with a determined look on their tiny face, the Christmas Shaymin immediately set off into the hallways and eventually came across one of the many bedroom doors resting within the wall. But it’s not just any kind of door, but a very dusty door at that! With a quick whiff, the Christmas Shaymin noted the rather earthly scent of fresh soil and the soft fragrant smell of … the Gracidea flowers!

The Christmas Shaymin then tried to push their way in … but the door was closed shut on their face! And with no way to get in, the Shaymin had no choice but to politely knock, or lightly tap given their ridiculously small size, their little paws against the door …

[thepurpleone]

Alas, metal doors are a bit solid to hear such a polite knock. But this is why Donnie has security cameras and sensors around his (and his brother's) dwelling place. Can't just have anyone coming up and trying to bash the door in!

Not...that this little creature is doing so.

Within the room, Donnie lifts his head as his security feed comes up on the main screen of the positively massive computer on the wall of his workshop space, basically converted from a Cybertronian datapad. "...huh." Is that... a plush? No, it's moving. Did someone lose their pet?

He glances at his gardening gloves before shrugging and leaving them on as he steps away from his worktable where he's set a few pots out, starting over towards the door. The massive, robot-sized doors begin to yawn open. He's programmed it to open only partially when meant to admit organic-guests, otherwise it'd take forever to open and shut the thing.

The first thing he notices is the scent, quite the difference from the filtered and sometimes vaguely ozone-esque briskness of the air quality of the ship. It's refreshing, actually. Something about it tugs at the back of his mind.

"Uh..." What is he looking at here.

[AUDIO] Voicemail message

[crims0nhunter]

Hey. Donnie, right?

This is Zero. Fairly new arrival.

I know we haven't met yet, but Rock says you're about the smartest guy aboard and you might be help me with something pretty discreet. I'm not really sure if I have many other options, and I promised him I'd talk to you.

Hit me back to chat when you have time. Thanks in advance.

Zero, Over and out.

[Audio]

[thepurpleone]

[B'aww, his not!son speaking highly of him...]

Speaking.

Zero, huh? Well, who am I to argue with Rock's judgment.

I can do discreet. If you prefer speaking in person, I'll send you the number of my room.

Action?? Video??

[betterthanmegaman]

[ Bass was organizing his Weapon Wall when a thought occured to him. He has an almost-weapon. One that he's had for a while. He's no scientist, no engineer... so he doesn't know how to get it TO weapon. But he sensed the power in it from the moment he touched it. He knows it'll make a good one.

And there is one dinosaur on board this ship that he's certain can his cool rock into a cooler thing.

So he marches his way down a familiar stretch of hall and pounds his fist against a panel that he KNOWS there's a camera behind. ]

HAMATO I NEED YOU!!!

[thepurpleone]

[There's only one person he knows who will come over without warning and be that loud. Donnie could just open the door but he doesn't want to give Bass any ideas, so he addresses him by the intercom first.]

Bass. What is it now? Rocket shoes for your rocket dog outings?

[AUDIO]; takes place after first inbox interaction*

[the_christmas_shaymin]

H-Hello, Hello!

H-Hi!

I don't know if you remember me, but I was the little hedgehog who can turn into a flying puppy and who wanted a garden built inside my dorm! Just now, I recently got a reply from my roommate and he said that it should be fine as long nothing leaks out! So we can totally build up that garden inside my dorm, and I'll be waiting for you to help out on it!!

S-See you around or so!

B-Bye!

*[OOC: The first inbox interaction between Shaymin and Donatello can be seen here for reference!]

[thepurpleone]

Poinsettia?

Oh, okay then. I'd bring some stuff to start but maybe it'll be better to have an idea of how big a space we're working with and all.

[Not everyone invests in gigantic rooms roughly ten times their size, after all.]

Where's your room at anyway?

TEXT || Post Hag Mission

[tojediornottojedi]

Hey turtle-tello. How you holdin up?

[thepurpleone]

Hey.

I'm functioning, I guess.

Voice - post Hag, post Anila's talk with him.

[managerbehindthrone]

Donatello. Donnie. I am sorry that I pushed you into a that position.

That I did not grant you the option of 'no'. It was... selfish and wrong of me.

I understand if you are angry and hurt. It is your right to be such.

[thepurpleone]

[It catches end of a weary sigh from his end. It'd be easy to just...not answer. But he knows he can't just avoid people forever.]

...you didn't do anything. You only agreed with things I suggested. You weren't the one that told me what I should do. I didn't end up doing anything anyway.

[He goes quiet again for a moment.]

I'm sorry I couldn't stop him from hurting you.