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tushanshu2014-04-26 09:12 pm
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001 ~ Audio
[The last thing Don remembers, the wooden soldier's tonfa was coming at him, and he knew he wasn't going to be conscious much longer.]
[Now, he's waking up in a bathtub. (What is it with his family and bathtubs?) A bunch of people - possibly not human people - are leaning over him, including a really unpleasant-looking guy he doesn't recognize. There's a lot of murmuring, though Don can't tell whether it's his ears, the water, or the actual volume, and then the guy leaves.]
[Don doesn't have the strength to fight back as the other strangers sit him up in the tub. He can't even speak. But as soon as he recovers that particular ability, he subjects his apparent-kidnappers to a vicious interrogation.]
[He's surprised when they answer his questions; even more so when they return his gear and weapons. It's an honorable move, if not a very bright one.]
[Before long they're loading him into some kind of ambulance, and he spends the next hour launching his heaviest verbal artillery at the unfortunate driver.]
[When they arrive at their destination, the driver all but kicks him out of the vehicle, leaving him with a stack of papers, a small bag of something heavy, and a last word of stern advice.]
[And then he's on his own. He's already gotten the impression that not too many people here will care he's a giant Turtle, but like shell is he going to follow the directions to "his suite". The trap is way too obvious.]
[Instead, he hides in the back of a nearby alley. It's not the kind of refuge he would normally choose, but it's what he has the strength to reach right now.]
[By around midnight, Don has studied all the information he was given, and is feeling as well as he did before that final tonfa strike - which is to say, still not great. But he creeps out of his hiding place anyway, to explore the city. When daylight comes he hides again, in a different place, and the following night he resumes his investigations.]
[After a few days of this migratory living, Don concludes that:
A. His current situation has nothing to do with the wooden soldiers.
B. No one here is much interested in fighting with him at all.
C. But he can't go home, and he's expected to help with some kind of war.
Armed with this knowledge, he finally goes to check out his assigned suite in ME-3B. His intention is to use the console to find out if his brothers are somewhere in this city, but a cursory inspection of the premises soon turns into taking half the gadgets apart to see how they work. Completely disassembling and rebuilding the console doesn't solve the bizarre screen display issues, but after some more failed troubleshooting, Don tries to use the network anyway.]
Ah… hi, everyone. My name is Donatello. I arrived here a few days ago, and I'm hoping I'm not the only Turtle around.
Aside from the one under us, I mean. Are there others living in the city? I'd really appreciate any information…
[He trails off, then adds:] Guys, they told me everyone has one of these consoles. Please don't be that technologically hopeless.
[Now, he's waking up in a bathtub. (What is it with his family and bathtubs?) A bunch of people - possibly not human people - are leaning over him, including a really unpleasant-looking guy he doesn't recognize. There's a lot of murmuring, though Don can't tell whether it's his ears, the water, or the actual volume, and then the guy leaves.]
[Don doesn't have the strength to fight back as the other strangers sit him up in the tub. He can't even speak. But as soon as he recovers that particular ability, he subjects his apparent-kidnappers to a vicious interrogation.]
[He's surprised when they answer his questions; even more so when they return his gear and weapons. It's an honorable move, if not a very bright one.]
[Before long they're loading him into some kind of ambulance, and he spends the next hour launching his heaviest verbal artillery at the unfortunate driver.]
[When they arrive at their destination, the driver all but kicks him out of the vehicle, leaving him with a stack of papers, a small bag of something heavy, and a last word of stern advice.]
[And then he's on his own. He's already gotten the impression that not too many people here will care he's a giant Turtle, but like shell is he going to follow the directions to "his suite". The trap is way too obvious.]
[Instead, he hides in the back of a nearby alley. It's not the kind of refuge he would normally choose, but it's what he has the strength to reach right now.]
[By around midnight, Don has studied all the information he was given, and is feeling as well as he did before that final tonfa strike - which is to say, still not great. But he creeps out of his hiding place anyway, to explore the city. When daylight comes he hides again, in a different place, and the following night he resumes his investigations.]
[After a few days of this migratory living, Don concludes that:
A. His current situation has nothing to do with the wooden soldiers.
B. No one here is much interested in fighting with him at all.
C. But he can't go home, and he's expected to help with some kind of war.
Armed with this knowledge, he finally goes to check out his assigned suite in ME-3B. His intention is to use the console to find out if his brothers are somewhere in this city, but a cursory inspection of the premises soon turns into taking half the gadgets apart to see how they work. Completely disassembling and rebuilding the console doesn't solve the bizarre screen display issues, but after some more failed troubleshooting, Don tries to use the network anyway.]
Ah… hi, everyone. My name is Donatello. I arrived here a few days ago, and I'm hoping I'm not the only Turtle around.
Aside from the one under us, I mean. Are there others living in the city? I'd really appreciate any information…
[He trails off, then adds:] Guys, they told me everyone has one of these consoles. Please don't be that technologically hopeless.