There shall be no more secrets between us

[fearless_leader]

Who: Hamato Donatello, Hamato Leonardo, Robert Hastings
What: CAMPING, with a side of story telling
When: September 4th until whenever they come back
Where: Western Lake
Summary: The turtles go camping and drag a reluctant scientist with them. Plus telling about lives and other shenanigans.
Rating: Uh, PG to possibly R? The TMNT verse is pretty rough.


It had taken quite a bit of convincing, and a lot of walking, they were at the campsite. Even Robert made it, helped along by use of the side-car bicycle that Don had. Carbon was left at home with plenty of food and water. They'd brought with them supplies they could carry, that they'd need. Including the tent and sleeping bags they'd be sleeping and staying in.

Comments

Beginning of storytelling (feel free to start other threads before or after)

[i_speak_softly]

It had been a long day, but by the time evening gathered, the residents of House 55 had a comfortable little camp by the side of the lake: tent pitched, dinner eaten and cleaned away, fire neatly banked.

Don reclines in the sand, feeling more or less at peace with the world. Robert, though, seems pretty uncomfortable with everything, so Don looks for some way to distract him.

"Hey, Leo. Tell us a book."

Hygiene is difficult in substandard conditions (a.k.a. holy shit Robert grows facial hair?!)

[semper_cogitans]

By the end of a few days in the wilderness, Robert is starting to become genuinely distressed by his unkempt condition. Normally, he's able to keep himself clean and tidy on a consistent basis, and though he's trying his best to do that out in the wilderness of Luceti, even he can't keep all of the natural detritus of the world off of him. (It's one thing to study it from a distance, but it's quite another to have it smeared all over his hands without having a way to wash it.) Luckily he has a lot of soap and other cleaning supplies, but it doesn't always help.

Case in point - stubble. The fact he has to rely on a relatively-poor solar cell design to charge his electric razor is annoying. But now it's finally sufficiently charged and he's going to take advantage of the early morning's solitude to remove the irritating bristles from his face.

This isn't something he usually does around the Turtles, partially because his routines for it are so strange and partially because it's never seemed to be something they were interested in before. But the buzz of a razor in the otherwise-quiet camp will probably get their attention whether Robert wants it or not.

The torturing of Donny. Aka: Swim time!

[fearless_leader]

It's early morning, with the sun just coming over the horizon. It's that time of day Leo loves. The fresh air, not that it changes much in luceti. The quiet newness as the animals just start to wake up to the new day. Leo's slipped out of the tent to stretch the sleep out of his muscles, eyes peering at the water, before he looks back at the tent. They ought to be up to enjoy this too.

He'll slip back into the tent, moving to place a hand on Don's shoulder and give it a shake, if he's not up already.

"Come on, rise and shine." He'll do the same to Robert too, if needed.

clearly we have to have a hiking thread too. This is on the way there \o/

[semper_cogitans]

How did Leonardo talk him into this, again?

It's only half an hour into the hike and already Robert is starting to feel like this was a bad idea. He's not necessarily exhausted yet, no, but he is definitely more tired than he's been in awhile and with little to show for it. He has the nagging feeling that his compatriots are slowing themselves to keep up with him, too, and that's discouraging.

In spite of everything though, he's trying to focus on the good parts of this trip. At least there's... um... a lot of nature! Which is really making him want to wash his hands. There is dirt everywhere and it's all over him... And a lot of things to potentially research... if he could stop, which he can't.

Yeah. This is difficult. How do these Turtles even manage it?

... Maybe somebody should distract Robert before he goes a little crazy picking at the various plant seeds trying to embed themselves in his clothing.