Feb/March Catch-All (OPEN log)

[semilethal]

Who: Donnie and all!
When: February through March
Where: All around!
Summary: General open log with prompts inside, specific starters upon request!
Warnings: Possessive/obsessive love possible, more TBA as they occur



candy crush (February 1-15, TDM Prompt)
( NOTE: Feelings will be romantic for characters within a couple years of Donnie's 16. For characters older, it will be more like desperation for mentorship/parental figures/familial attachment. Obsessive/possessive optional! )

[One of the fresher boxes of candy has gone missing from one of the break rooms one day, though Donatello isn't exactly hiding that he's just taking the damn thing with him up to the roof of the building for his lunch break. Lately he's been feeling...very lonely. Perhaps it's related to the fact that he still doesn't remember his brother, or maybe it's all in his head.

Regardless, Donnie sits on the edge of the ADI rooftop, legs dangling over the front of the building as he munches on chocolates. He doesn't have a huge sweet tooth usually so maybe he stops at one, or maybe he loses track of what he's doing and has shoved six of them down his throat at once. Who can resist a salted caramel, right?]

dumpster diving (Anytime)

[True, Donnie is engaging in some light criminal activity via identity theft and purchase of components he could otherwise never afford on his own, but there's a curious lack of websites Donnie can visit here to get the really good shit. So that, unfortunately, means that he has to go in search of raw materials so he can build the really good shit himself. He'll need to find a way to smelt metals but he'll work on that later, maybe go in search of a hideout-y place he can use as a foundry where ADI won't snoop.

What this means is that Donnie is absolutely and blatantly dumpster diving downtown, tossing possible raw materials into a shopping cart he also stole, a purple hoodie the only disguise he bothered to put on. He's not really trying to be very stealthy about it, if the loud clangs and bangs coming from nearby alleys are any indication.]

ding dong delivery (Anytime)

[Donnie has lots of packages being delivered to his unit in apartment D; perhaps a delivery man confused his address for yours? Or perhaps the address is yours, but the package is addressed to a...D.L. Jitsu? Or J. Jupiter, or perhaps a more recognizable name such as M. Curie, M. Faraday, E. Hubble or A. Turing.

Regardless of the name, there is somewhere nearby a teenage turtle in a purple hoodie stalking that package, and he has no qualms stealing them from doorsteps or even right out of hands seconds after delivery.

In fact it seems to be happening all over, throughout the apartment blocks, even some closed down businesses in town. What a shady individual!]

wildcard (Anytime)

[Donnie can be found in the following places at the following times:

• Roof Jumping usually at nights, usually with the aid of his bow. Parkour shit, just to make sure he doesn't fall out of practice since he doesn't have his jetpack to assist anymore.
  
• ADI IT Rooms during work days, usually completing the mundane tasks of organizing inventory and replacing hardware for people who don't know the difference between a mainframe and an a-frame.
  
• Apartment D-3 on weekends and some evenings, working on his tech and testing some curious substances- are those candy bees inside a beaker over there? Close CR can probably just walk right in, though if Rodney is around they'll get an earful for violating the roommate agreement he and Donnie both signed.

Feel free to pick any of the above, or propose your own prompt! Specific starters may be added to this log as needed throughout the next month and a half!]

Comments

Wildcard - roof jumping

[worthallthis]

[Donnie lands on one roof-top only to find it's already occupied. Winter pushes to his feet from the shadow of an HVAC unit that had been hiding him from immediate view, gun in hand and aimed at Donnie's face-- but he drops it after a second. It's just the turtle kid.

He demands, disgruntled,]

The fuck are you doing up here.

[semilethal]

[Donnie's reflexes are pretty good but Winter's are better. By the time Donnie recognizes the gun a foot from his face and has skidded to a chaotic half-stop that ends up with him tumbling into the rooftop access hutch, it's already back down.]

What am I- [Gets up! INDIGNANT! Big loud personality indignant!] I'm exercising! What are you doing- are you some new ADI detail?! Leave me alone already!

[worthallthis]

[He holsters the gun.]

Not here to watch you. I didn't expect you at all.

[He looks Donnie up and down.]

We have gyms, you know. For exercising.

[semilethal]

[Disgusted. Maybe also offended] Who on earth would use those facilities when there are perfectly serviceable rooftops within leaping distance.

[worthallthis]

Because they're created specifically for exercise. Leaping around on rooftops is not.

[Winter eyes Donnie.]

There are also other people in the gym, sometimes. If you want to spar or just not be alone.

[Because who would want to be alone? On purpose? For fun? Does not computer. Winter, for all his awkwardness and stoic demeanor, is very much a people person.]

Dumpster Diving

[byeeeeeeeee]

[Drawn by the noise coming from a nearby, Hunter tucks Flapjack inside his sweater and quietly slips into the alley. What he sees is someone shopping out of a garbage bin. There's even a cart.

Aha! This must be the human past-time of dumpster diving that his roommate mentioned. Though the figure doing the diving doesn't look very human. And on closer inspection, the stuff in the cart doesn't look all that useful. What is it even good for?

He might as well ask.]

What is all this?

[semilethal]

[Spares a glance in the middle of disassembling a window A/C unit (that...wait, actually looks like it might still be attached to a window) to spare the human with pointy ears and an animal companion that probably talks or something a look.

Glances at cart. Back to human.]

...charity. [...right, goes back to blatantly stealing this building's window A/C.)

[byeeeeeeeee]

...uh-huh.

[He scoots around so he can see better. That...whatever it is, is definitely still attached and not in the trash. Is this criminal activity?]

That one seems to still be in use.

[semilethal]

No no. [Knocks the handle of the screwdriver against the frame with a clang, flipping it back around in his grip to get the screws on the other side.] If it was in use, it'd be making a godawful racket. This model is an outdated piece of garbage.

[byeeeeeeeee]

Unlike the racket you're making?

[He turns back to the cart and picks something out of it, turning it over in his hands. He has no idea what it is, but it doesn't look useful.]

Why do you want it if it's an outdated piece of garbage?

ding dong delivery

[bossyboiler]

[ Who the hell is A. Einstein? The address is correct but there is no one by that name who lives in her apartment. It could be one of her roommates ordering under an assumed name. (Why would they do that? Have you met them? Maybe it's for her birthday?)

Hmmm.

Kate has the package in her hands. She doesn't hear any ticking. One thing is for certain, the package will be better off inside. If it doesn't belong to one of them, she can return it to the post office tomorrow. ]

[semilethal]

[Or! You could hand it to this sketchy teenager with his hood up but...is not really trying very hard to disguise the fact that he is in fact a big ol' turt.

He slides his bo staff in the crack of the door before it can shut all the way and gives Kate a pained smile when she emerges again, pointing at the package.] Einstein? That's me. Delivery individual probably got the wrong address. [Bro nailed it, rehearsing before coming out was a bomb killer idea.]

[bossyboiler]

[ Kate thinks she's seen it all. What's a turtle when you've met an Owlbear, a hologram that became a robot, and other such abnormal persons? A turtle humanoid is not that weird in the scheme of things.

He's quick. She had just been about to go inside when he had prevented the door from closing. She turns around and pushes the door all the way open. ]

Einstein, huh? Where's your ADI ID?

[semilethal]

[NO!! How could you ask him a question he hadn't prepared for!!!]

...left it in my other shell?

[bossyboiler]

[ Because sometimes Kate is no fun! ]

Go get it. I'll wait.

candy crush; aka this can only end badly

[heyunderoos]

[Even if Peter and Donnie aren't particularly the closest, Peter has been trying to actually catch up with Donnie to hang out. He always just kept missing him somehow. It had been a while since they did anything that felt normal and not ADI level of weirdness.

He needed to get to know his boyfriend's brother better anyway. The whole boyfriend thing was still new and exciting, and Peter was trying to just not to get too wrapped up in it.

It's on a whim Peter checks the roof. He walks over to where Donnie is seated. He comes to a stop behind the other teenager, trying to not crowd him.]

Hey, Donnie. Do you wanna hang out-?

it will be humiliating for them both

[semilethal]

['Why would I want to do that' is on the tip of his tongue as Donnie shoves a fourth salted caramel chocolate into his cheek, half-turning to send Peter a look over his shoulder, when it dies off.

He...hasn't been fair to Peter, honestly. The guy's so nice, and he's been nothing but nice to Donnie since the first time Donatello practically broke down his door.

Donnie chews...that's a lot of caramel. He gestures to his mouth, nods, yes hang out, and swallows. Offers up the box of chocolates just in case Peter wants any, but to be frank he could demolish this thing himself.]

adds this to their cringe comp

[heyunderoos]

[Peter was mostly expecting a blunt rebuff, so, the actual invitation is a little unexpected. He kind of had a loose plan to at least see if Donnie wanted pizza or something to make things smoother.

Maybe it's a good sign?

He brightens just a little, drifting over to sit down next to Donnie.]

Oh, no, I'm good, thank you. [What is a good conversational topic is his next herald.] Did you get anymore good data recently?

what's the soundtrack

[semilethal]

[Puts that box aside then, because like, they're not really that important anymore. Peter's asking about his work, isn't that nice of him? Nobody asks about his work.]

Surprisingly, I did. [Swallows again just so he doesn't sound like he's got chronic mushmouth with all that caramel, and starts gesturing.] Nothing just checking places where people were arriving; no odd electromagnetic readings, no lingering radiation, no frequency interference, but- I was camping out near the destroyed wing since it seemed like quite a few people arrived there, myself included, and do you know what happened?

[He won't make you guess.] A new arrival showed. And when that happened, there was a massive spike in readings. EMF and radio- [Turns to face Peter a bit more, hands clenched to his chest. Explaining weird science!!! Fun!!] It vanished in a second. It was like someone set off a small, localized pulse somehow, even without containment. No other electronics in the building acting up, my phone was perfectly fine, but there was absolutely something that happened. Something measurable!

dubstep with synth'd AC/DC

[heyunderoos]

[Peter for his part is happy Donnie actually, well, wants to hang out and talk with him at all. He's naturally interested in the turtle's work, but doesn't want to actively annoy him about it. The two of them don't mesh particularly well, but Peter is persistent.

He is quiet as Donnie is talking, just relaxing where he's seated. He listens with fairly rapt attention to the other teenager.

He is also just excited for weird science.] Woah for real-? That's great! Its something really solid to work from too!

I'm kind of shocked it didn't affect any of the electronics nearby, especially if it was so powerful. You think it would directly affect things here, beyond, you know, just new people showing up. Unless the building itself is like... just adjusted to those pulses by now?

Starter > Leo (What Do You See)

[semilethal]

[He'd nearly forgotten about it, but the conversation with Rue in the Dogtown medical tent had jarred the memory loose. That's right; he'd smuggled that children's book out out of the warehouse that day in his battle shell. Why had he done that, again...? It was a book he remembered reading with his father, with Raphael and Mikey. Hadn't Mikey hated it? No, it was because Donnie and...just Donnie...? Donnie and someone else had made the book creepy and were scaring him with it to amuse themselves. Splinter had grounded him and took away the new tools he'd gotten for their- his- for a birthday.

Donnie scowls before shoving away from his workstation and stalks over to the battered footlocker he'd picked up a pawn shop. He tosses aside bits of scrap metal and other odds and ends before dragging out the battered and dog-eared book. He turns it over in his hands; slots down his goggles to look but, as expected, it either doesn't display any mystic characteristics or his goggles still don't work.

Donnie sighs and flips it open somewhere to the middle.

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God, his whole body hurts. God.

And now- hahahah, my wrath will be reserved for you alone. A blow- his jaw is cracking. His teeth feel wrong. You think you've won? Another. Another- darkness claws into him, icy and dreadful, cracks open his shell and makes itself a home in his cooling corpse, but his neck and head and shoulders- they burn with agony- You wretched. LITTLE. P̷̨̰͉͕͕̜͎̊͂̍̂̌̄͘E̵̢̼͚̮̞͔͖͋̌͐̕ͅŞ̶̢̼̯̻̟̠̖̲̰̟̫̐̃̚T̴̛͓̪̣͙̳̯̩̟͂͆̽͐̑̒͌̒̕͝.̷̡̻̙͔͈̞̰͈̟̐̈́ Concrete crumbles around him when another shattering blow slams into his plastron, crushes him against stone.

He's dying, he's dying, he's going to be beaten to death. He's dying, but the photo is in his hand still, smooth and only a bit crumpled. His vision is tunneling. I want my dad.

Donnie's free fingers twitch. A rectangle in his hand. His thumb passes over an icon on the home screen. Holds.

His thumb brushes over April's face. They're okay. He wants his dad. He wants to go home. He wants to be with them. 「あなたは一人じゃない」 Maybe someday- maybe when the pain fades. Maybe when his shell finally gives in and cracks-

WIPE THAT GRIN OFF YOUR FACE!

-there it is, the one that does it, it must be because the pain is blinding. He clutches at his plastron, the photo in his hands, please, help me, please, just to make it stop, please help-]

Help, [Donnie gasps. Three seconds. Message Sent. He can't see. He's reading, Teacher, Teacher, What do you see? as his body full of broken glass begins to lose momentum, coasting effortlessly as his lungs threaten to collapse. He can't

breathe, he can't move, but at least they're okay. He chants it to himself so he doesn't start screaming, doesn't start sobbing to go home. They're okay he thinks, air whistling through bloodied teeth, copper and salt dripping down the back of his throat, They're okay, Dad, Raph, Donnie, Mikey, April, they're safe back home, as he floats and dies in this cold and empty hellscape.

Children, Children, what do you see?]

[neonleon]

[Leo had squirreled himself away to his room. Back to hiding like he did the first month he was in this stupid place. Stupid ADI, stupid Entities, stupid Massachusetts. Donnie didn't remember him, Donnie didn't want to be around him. Of course not, not when it was clear being near Leo was... causing him some kind of pain or discomfort. So Leo hid again, piled up in his bed reading whatever schlock comics this place tries to pass off as scifi (it's bargain bin at best, it's not Jupiter Jim, so his heart's not even in trying to care about these characters).

But his phone goes off and at first, it's such an unfamiliar, new sound that Leo doesn't immediately recognize it's his phone at all. But once he realizes the noise is coming from inside the house, he glances at it. Picks up his phone to stare and -

That's the panic signal. The one Donnie specifically programmed into both their phones. He presses it, getting the location only to see Donnie's in his own room.

Whether Donnie remembers him or not, he's still Leo's brother. So he's up and running as fast as he can. Doesn't even knock on their door, Fuck Rodney, the man's slotted himself into "annoying human adult he can't trust" for now and slams Donnie's door open.]

Don? What's wrong?

[semilethal]

[There's no sign of forced entry, no broken furniture, no blood. Rodney's not even in sight, having left the apartment for his own errands; truthfully the place seems peaceful. The soft murmur of Donnie's voice is near the floor near his workstation, no sign of agitation in his tone as he mutters, a red bird, a yellow duck, a blue horse with the children's book open in his lap where he kneels.

Only there are tears streaming down his face, eyes unfocused and fixed unwaveringly somewhere in the middle-distance. His thumb keeps pressing insistently against the panic icon, three-seconds-lift, three-seconds-lift.]

[neonleon]

[Oooh nonresponsive, okay that's not good either. Leo doesn't hesitate a breath to come around to his brother's front and sees tears. The thumb pressing on the panic button. Then the book open.

What the fuck happened.

Leo looks back at Donnie's face and closes the book carefully before tossing it aside, touches at his shoulder. Another second and he'll gently take the phone from him.]

Don, hey. Hey, I'm right here. I'm here.

[semilethal]

[The effect of Leo taking the book is immediate.

Donatello starts violently; Leo takes the phone and Donnie begins to frantically pat himself down as if searching for just a moment, before his eyes lock on his brother's face. Instead of calming him down however, the sight of Leo's worried eyes seems to agitate him even further.

His breaths become panting sobs, the panicked weeping of someone who is overwhelmed but still has enough sense to know they need to get something done. He reaches for Leo and begins to pat him down, much like Donnie had himself, pressing against his plastron, reaching to feel the back of his neck, pulling his brother close to look down at his shell over his shoulder. All while crying, panting out shuddering gasps, trying to get himself under control and failing miserably.]