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i_speak_softly ([personal profile] i_speak_softly) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2010-02-21 05:01 pm

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Who: [livejournal.com profile] thesevencodes, [livejournal.com profile] i_speak_softly, [livejournal.com profile] gaijin_ninja, [livejournal.com profile] nexuschamp
What: A not-so-dire illness.
When: The wee hours of Sunday morning.
Where: The Hamato apartment, in C6.
Summary: Don feels a little sick. Raph and Leo freak the hell out. An honest discussion is had by all, and Many Theories are Expounded.
Rating: Raph is here. It probably won't be less than PG-13.



The problem with being a turtle, is that you cannot curl into a fetal position when your stomach hurts.

Don rolls over and presses his face into the pillow.

No. Bad idea.

He rolls over again, and breathes in the cool air of the quiet apartment.

Why does he feel so hot?

He's going to get up. He's going to get some water and turn the thermostat down, just a notch.

No, wait. No climate control in Luceti. He'll have to open a window.

Windows. What a novel concept.

Thank God there is indoor plumbing, at least.

Right. Getting up, getting a drink.

Very quietly, because Leo, the infamously light sleeper, is right there on the other side of the room.

He sits up. His stomach rolls. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, and stands. The entire apartment pitches to the left, and two-hundred pounds of turtle crashes to the floor.

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2010-02-25 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Mike leaves the room and the three of them wait in wire-strung silence. Raph shifts from foot to foot, his eyes still glued nervously on Donatello. He knows this question's probably getting old fast, but it's way too damn quiet in here and he's worried.

"You sure you're all right, Donnie? I mean, I heard ya hurlin' all the way down the hall..."

And it reeks in here. It's making Raph feel a little sick himself. He gestures to the garbage can.

"Somebody should take care of that. Smells like shit in here."

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2010-02-26 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
He nods, happy for something to do that isn't talking. The task doesn't faze him much. He grew up in the sewers, after all. And it makes him feel useful to do the jobs no one wants to, because someone's got to do it. Might as well be him.

He ducks for the can and tries not to look inside it, but his beak is still wrinkled in disgust as he heads for the bathroom to go rinse it in the tub.

At this point, distractions of any kind are welcome ones. So he takes his time, lets the water run, because he can brood about the past on his own time. All this storytelling is doing is digging up old ghosts that are better left dead and buried.

[identity profile] nexuschamp.livejournal.com 2010-02-26 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
It didn't take long for Mike to locate the aforementioned objects and he hurried back to deliver them to Donatello. He didn't have markers here -not yet- so instead he provided his brother with a pen, his colored pencils and a sheaf of blank paper. "So what's this for? Are you gonna put like chemical stuff all over it, cause I'm not gonna follow that at all."

[identity profile] thesevencodes.livejournal.com 2010-02-28 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Leonardo had read that guide. He'd studied it inside out. The possibility of Don being from a time before his secondary mutation is one that he's recognized before, but only vaguely and never seriously. A part of him refuses to accept that he has the knowledge that it will happen - unlike last time - and realize that he won't be able to do anything with it.

But more than that, it creates so many complications.

These versions of his brothers are softer. Less able, both physically and emotionally. Maybe he hadn't seen the gentler youth in their faces before, but now that the possibility has been dragged to life, he can trace the scars on their skin and see fewer.

Scars. Leonardo gestures slowly to Don. "The scar on your thigh. Where you were infected. Is it there?"

[identity profile] meanandgreen.livejournal.com 2010-02-28 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"So you're tellin' me - " He's nothing but a shadow in the dark c doorway, arms crossed, his shell leaned casually against the frame. He'd been listening silently since he'd reappeared from the bathroom, and he hopes his entrance slipped under the radar enough to catch them off guard. "That you and Mike got pulled from a completely different time than us, and you know nothin' about the Outbreak 'cause we're from the future?"

He snorts a laugh, half amused, half giddy with relief, before turning his glare to Mikey. "I was wonderin' why you picked up that Battle Nexus shit again."