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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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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.

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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.

What.

[DID I STUTTER]

You heard me.

Is this a joke? We're in a city. With a sizable population, if I'm guessing right.

You're sure it isn't just someone yanking your chain?

You think I'd just believe something crazy like that?! I checked, okay? It's real.

[Don frowns. He may not like it, but he wasn't one to deny something if actual proof were set in front of him.]

You mean you saw it? But that's-

Auuugh. [He scrubs his head violently with his hands. He hates this entire everything.] Why can't anything ever be simple? What happened to people just shooting at us?

It doesn't matter anyway; there's people around here who know things they're not telling, so I say we hunt them down and let our fists negotiate with their faces.

[...]

It's amazing you survived a week alone.

Oh PLEASE Donnie, you didn't even last a day before begging for someone to come hold your hand!

And what did you do? Rush outside and immediately get noticed? I was looking for you, Meathead.

[UGH. Geez.]

Please tell me you didn't alienate the entire population of this city.

What do you think I was doing, picking up a newspaper route?! I was looking for you!

[He didn't alienate the entire population of the city, only half his Sector. And a few more out of his Sector. Just a few.]

Well, obviously both of our methods worked - though mine worked faster - so why don't you stop-

[Wait]

How many people have you fought with? [You didn't answer him, Raph. Did you actually alienate the entire city, okay, no, he wasn't actually serious.]

[That depends on how you define a fight.]

What are you, my mother? Get off my case, Donnie.

Raph!

[What did you do?]

Relax. Nobody's dead, or half-dead or pending death, all right? Except for you, if you keep trying to tell me what to do. Jeez.

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