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[Donatello decides to stick with text, because he doesn't entirely trust himself not to give away his barely restrained panic right now if he tries anything else.]

So forgive me if this is a stupid question, but is there anywhere I can find a map or something?

...Or even a help center for the unfortunately half-drowned? Travel agency? A Guide to the City, perhaps? The welcoming committee was helpful, but not that helpful.

Thank you.

[He's pretty sure if there is a place to collect information - and they sure made it sound like this happened often, so he'd surprised if there wasn't - he could slip in and steal their pamphlets or...whatever it was they had, without too much trouble. Still. If there's an easier method, he'd prefer it. He didn't want to go venturing out into the open half-cocked and alone.]

[Speaking of...he'd given up audio, so he'd also given up the chance of one of his brothers recognizing his voice. He'd have to think of something-]

[Ah.]

And if there's a place that sells pizza, I could really go for that right now.

[Not perfect, but it would have to do.]

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[No matter what happens during the day, once it hits the darkest hours of the next morning Donatello is going to brave heading up to the roof of his building {ME-2A} in the Metal Sector and start poking around the area. He'll be sticking very close to home and keeping it quiet, but if your character might have the skills and inclination to notice an extremely nervous ninja turtle, then by all means!]

[He'll be distracted by the different constellations in the sky and occasionally be stooping to investigate the material the buildings are made of. He'll keep reaching up to check that his staff is still there. Don't get too close or he will probably try to smack you with it.]

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Donnie, for the last time, I. Do not know. What you are talking about.

[Donnie knows about their fight, but what the HELL is he talking about? First dimension hopping, now freaking TIME TRAVEL?

Raph is so done with this bullshit.]

Ugh, all right, fine, if I have to explain it-

I'm thinking, maybe, we had a run in with one of the Kraang's dimensional portals. Most likely, the portals are geared for the Kraang's physiology alone, or whoever they bring along with them. Maybe they have equipment or- or a special key they can use to make it safe for another species to travel [or they don't care] I don't know. That's not really important.

Now, it's possible one of the side-effects of inter-dimensional travel is some disorientation. Things like nausea or trouble sleeping or amnesia. Maybe one of the reasons we - I'm assuming - arrived at separate times is because we were a little off in our trajectory. Maybe we went through the portal a few seconds apart, and that was enough for a week's difference.

From that perspective, it's lucky we wound up in the same place at all, really. I won't be able to tell unless I remember what brought us here in the first place.

Edited 2013-02-17 07:48 (UTC)

Oh my God Donnie, Cliffnotes version.

The Kraang's dimensional portal messed with our brains, we probably have some sort of amnesia, and the way the portals probably work means that a difference of a few seconds between either of us entering the portal meant that we ended up a week apart.

Maybe. I've only been here a few hours, so that's only one hypothesis. It would explain why you're so far behind, at least.

Wait, so I was back home with you while all this new crap was going on?

Obviously, otherwise I probably would have mentioned it.

[he's so snippy right now, sorry raph.]

[See he DOESN'T REMEMBER THAT SHIT. DON. THAT'S THE PART THAT'S FREAKING HIM OUT.

More than that though...]

...what about Mikey?

[WELCOME TO THE CLUB]

[or it's...Raph welcoming Don to the club, one or the other]

What about Mike-?

[Oh.]

You, uh, never made it back to the Lair, did you.

[Don. You didn't immediately tell him that Mikey's okay, but he's hoping he can infer from your tone that Mikey's okay. He's going to assume Mikey is okay for the sake of his emotional stability (hahahaha).]

Or, according to you, I don't remember it. So no, I didn't make it back.

Yeah, right.

[Don rubbed the back of his head.]

Mikey's fine. He spent a little while healing, but he's right back to, well...being Mikey. No lasting problems or anything. Leo brought him around with pizza.

Leo did.

[So Leo made it back too. And apparently so did he? Good.

Yeah. That's good. ...not good about Leo's stupid Foot Clan pal -knew that wasn't gonna end well- but Mikey's okay.]

He's not uh, not any dumber than usual, is he? [Raph was really freaked out about that, he heard the crack Mikey's head made when he hit that wall.]

Sorry, am I supposed to be able to tell?

[He's Mikey.]

[But that Don's willing to still poke fun at him should tell Raph that, no, there were no problems.]

[SIIIIGH. He's okay.]

Whatever. Not like it matters even if he is.

Where are you at?

Metal Sector.

If you want more than that, you're going to have to wait until I do a better job encrypting this. Unlike some people I could mention I still remember what caution means.

Oh whatever Donnie, you'll see what I mean in a few days.

[Seriously bro. Nobody cares. Raph gave up after a day, when his fucking computer kept glitching and turning on the camera. NOBODY. GIVES. A FUCK.]

I'm heading out there; get on the rooftops.

Fine.

[He doesn't believe you, but he'll get up there. As he's standing he fires this one last thing off, though:]

If one of the Kraang show up and know exactly where to find us though, I'm saying I told you so.

We can handle those tin cans.

[He doesn't fucking care. He wants to see a familiar face, even if he'd never admit it.

Raph darts along the rooftops of the Metal Sector; it takes him quite a while to get there, so by the time he arrives the sun's long since set. He creeps along in the shadows at least, keeping to the dark spots and darting through moonlit sections with a sense of urgency, at least.

...this is a big sector. His best bet is to keep moving, try to hit every area and wait for Don to notice him.]

[Don's still uneasy moving too far from his suite, but he does. He should have asked Raph where he was coming from. It wouldn't help much, since he doesn't know where anything is, but it would be a start.]

[Either way, he knows how Raph moves and thinks, so it isn't too hard to track him down once he narrows the search a little bit.]

[He pauses on the roof of one of the taller buildings, and, making sure the light illuminates him just enough, raises a hand.]

[Raph spots Don from a distance and crosses over the rooftops swiftly to come to his side. He tucks his thumbs against his belt and looks Don up and down real quick, just to make sure he's okay. Raph remembers coming out of the ocean, dehydrated and feeling like a sack of shit; might explain why Don's being such a little bitch right now.]

You get in some water yet? [He's not concerned about you, little brother. He's just tired of hearing you pitch a fit.]

No, see, I thought dehydrating was fun, so I thought I'd just sit around and enjoy it for as long as possible. Of course I got some water.

[It would have been better if he'd had canals to swim in, but he'd done with a splash bath of sorts and that had mostly worked. Don's arms are crossed, and he's obviously frazzled, but he does actually feel calmer now that one of his brothers is nearby.]

[He's just also kind of freaking out right now.]

What about the others? You didn't mention them.

Edited 2013-02-17 10:04 (UTC)

Hey, whoa, what crawled up your shell and bit you? [He and Donnie end up clashing on a fairly regular basis, just because of their personalities, but Don's usually not the instigator. ...nevermind that Raph just basically growled at people for three days after his arrival, that's not important.]

Didn't mention 'em because they're not here. I can't find them.

[Don rocked back on his heels and scrubbed his face roughly]

[he didn't actually reply to Raph's initial statement, but he made an effort to calm down. It wasn't Raph's fault they were stuck in some freaky alternate dimension]

[Probably]

Okay, maybe they just haven't arrived yet. Nothing to worry about, I guess. We have at least a week between arrival points, so that's what we'll have to bank on.

...What have you been doing for the past week?

[Yeah, but Raph thought he'd just come here alone. Now that he knows his brothers are caught up in this too, he's about ten times more worried. Also hopeful. More worried than hopeful.]

I've been figuring out what's going on. That's why I told you that I know what I'm doing.

[Don would rather know where they all are so he doesn't, like, find a way home for him and Raph, then have the other two show up after they're gone. It would be the worst case of "I must have just missed you" ever]

Uh-huh. Right. What did you find out?

[...Don's going to think he's crazy and give him that look he reserves for stupid people. Raph hates being on the receiving end of that look.]

We're on the back of a turtle.

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