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Feb/March Catch-All (OPEN log)

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!]

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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.

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?

[Bravely suppresses the carnal urge to bite the arm of the person handling his hard-won belongings] Raw materials. Trust me, the use I'd put it to is far more than any kind of imagined good it's doing here.

Edited 2023-02-24 03:52 (UTC)

[He mutters:] Can't trust you if I don't know you.

[But whatever. He's not an authority figure anymore. If no one's getting hurt, it's none of his business. He drops the thing in his hand back into the card.

Anyway, he's curious.]

Like what?

[That makes sense, but still also Donatello is undeniably brilliant and it should be obvious. Trust his brilliance.]

Various components I need to manufacture need steel, and steel is much easier to come by than titanium unfortunately. [Gets the corner screws out and the A/C unit lurches dangerously until Donnie wedges a shoulder underneath it to hold it up as he gets the other side.] There's also no degradation when recycling steel, so I just need to strip any paints and clean it before smelting.

You wouldn't happen to know a decent place for a foundry, would you?

Components. Right.

[Of course. It all makes sense.

He makes an aborted move to help when it looks like the unit might fall, but Donnie seems to have it under control.]

No, sorry. I have not yet come across the local foundry. If there even is one.

You misheard, I said a place for a foundry, not an existing one. [LMAO like he would use something not customized perfectly to his needs. Foolishness!

Donnie gets the A/C unit loose finally and, with a horrible metal screech, wiggles it loose from its frame and caries it over to his cart to dump the whole thing inside. Watch ur fingers there buddy]

[He stares, hard, but steps back from the cart.]

My mistake. Afraid I don't know the requirements for a Human Realm foundry either.

"Human realm." [Interesting. Starts pushing his cart; this dude will follow or he won't, but he must be bored if he's sticking around even without Donnie trying to be even a little socially conscious.] There's a distinction between what's human and what's not where you're from?

Of course.

[He will follow out of pure curiosity and nothing else.]

Humans aren't native to the Demon Realm. As far as I know, only a couple have managed to cross over. Sometimes their junk finds a way, though.

What sort of junk? [Kinda sounds like moving back and forth between the Hidden City, what with the mystic yokai gates and whatnot. Doesn't seem relevant to the movement between this dimension and his own, though, so he's not too invested in the answer.]

Books, colorful cubes, rain shields, little metal things that you stab into paper...[What did Gus call them?] Pay-per-clorps?

[He shrugs.] You know, junk.

No socks? [Honestly Donnie is pretty sure that yokai dryers all have portals into human dryers from which they steal various pieces of clothing. It would explain so much.

Pulls cart up next to a broken down vehicle propped up on some cinderblocks and a rusty jack. Tires already got yoinked, but maybe the catalytic converter is still around.] Here, hold this. [Clips his phone into his bo-turned-selfie-stick and turns on the flashlight function, holding it out to Hunter and directing him where to shine it underneath the car.]

Socks are a...universal thing, I think. Who doesn't want warm feet? [At least, the Human and Demon Realms had them. He can't speak for other realms.]

Uh, okay... [He takes the phone-on-a-stick, marveling at the light function for a second - can all phones do that?! - before crouching down to point the light where directed. His nose wrinkles.] This smells weird. What are you doing now?

[Well currently, hiking up his hoodie so his battle shell on his back can clickety-clack four hydraulic wheels that serve as a creeper, allowing donnie to roll right underneath the car and get to work loosening the converter.] Liberating more resources currently not put to good use.

[Grabs selfie stick and adjusts the position of the phone to better highlight a nut and bolt that need a little more elbow grease than the others.] Have you never scavenged before or something? You look like you should be familiar. What with all the distrustful glares and whatnot.

[That wheel thing is actually pretty cool, and for a moment he's impressed. He's curious how that even works, but all he does is splutter and look offronted. It's a good thing the light is pointed away from him - he can tell his ears are red.]

Uh...no? Maybe. Briefly. It has nothing to do with-- [He waves the light up and down.] --this. I'm not being distrustful, I'm being...wary of shady activity.

[Reaches for selfie stick to hold it steady and reposition his phone, gets back to work loosening the converter.] 'Shady' is a purely subjective descriptor. Rather than resorting to outright theft and assault, I am acquiring my materials via channels that would cause the least harm to others. One could even call this recycling. [Yes....one could indeed do that.

Gets part loose finally and wrenches it away with a horrible noise.] Gah. Awful.

Is that your defense if the authorities catch you? [He knows he wouldn't buy it, if he were still an "authority". But he also wouldn't have bothered with something like this - that's what scouts were for.

He recoils, one hand slapping over an ear.] Did you want to alert the whole neighborhood?

Unavoidable. [because he is clumsy] Do you need earplugs? [A metal arm emerges from beneath the car clutching two little individually wrapped soft earplugs, for u. a gift for helping him with the ~~crime~~ science]

Uuuuuh... [He takes the earplugs, gives them a little squish. They're crinkly, but the outer covering is flexible. Loud noise + big ears = ouch, so he stuffs the first one in, packaging included.]

These are not very comfortable.

[Scoots out from under the car to see this elf kid just shove the plugs plastic and all into his ears. Donnie is not one to mask his emotions so he laughs at him, then gestures for him to pull them back out to hear him.] Take the plastic off. That's just for sanitization.

[....oh. He...he knows that...um.

He glowers at being laughed at but unwraps the plugs, though he only puts one back in. It is much more comfortable without the plastic.]

I...guess that's better...

[Raises his voice so Hunter can still hear him a bit around the earplugs as he drops his prize into his shopping cart, apparently uncaring of the soot and rust on his hands from the undercarriage of the old vehicle.] You have a problem with loud noises?

When they're two feet away and screech like a wounded slitherbeast? Yes.

[Ugh. His voice sounds weird with one ear plugged up. The other one flicks like it's annoyed. He moves away from the car and wrinkles his nose at the dirty hands, but he's not going to say anything.]

Could you push this? [Gestures to cart. Apparently Hunter is his little helper now. Honestly, it's very useful. Maybe he should try to do this 'friend' thing that Peter keeps insisting is important, if these are the benefits.] Ugh, I should probably eat. I think it's been a day. Do you want pizza?

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