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tushanshu2013-03-21 02:28 am
boselfdestruct) wrote in tushanshu2013-03-21 02:28 am
002 ≅ [video/ENCRYPTED 100% TO TURTLES/PRIVATE NETWORK POST]
[This is backdated to the early part of mid-March, before the event.]
[Don takes a deep breath on-screen and flashes a quick, tense smile. He looks nervous, but under that a little haggard. It's what happens when he's spent the last two days going over his encryption algorithm line-by-line, repeatedly, and adjusting it for video usage. And then going over it again. And again. The upside is anyone taking on the task of attempting to hack this is going to get the full brunt of puzzling out Don's aggravated, sleep-deprived mind. This is about as full-proof as he can get with the equipment available to him. It'll have to do.]
Right, hello. If you're getting this, it's because you're a, well...[he gestures to himself, and aside from that his hands stay more-or-less abnormally still for the rest of conversation, a sign of discomfort that might only register to his own Raph] a mutant turtle, like me, and from a similar dimension. Don't worry about anyone not invited seeing this. I'm handling that.
So...you might have been told about this already, but I'll rehash just in case. This is mostly just a place to talk. No pressure or anything, but we just can't keep ignoring one another forever. There are too many of us running around already for that to be plausible, and it's not like there's any guarantee it's ever going to stop. The least we can do is know who's who. [so, in other words, if you want to make sure any of your wayward brothers showing up are pointed in the right direction? SPEAK UP.]
[Don pauses, reaching up to tug at his plastron absentmindedly] I...guess I'll start? My name's Donatello. I'm fifteen. I'm from the same universe as the more recently arrived Raphael. If you think of anything about your homes that might be useful to know, no matter how innocuous you think it is, go ahead and lay it on me. Every little bit helps. So far we've noticed that appearance and age are two of the bigger distinguishing characteristics among us, which is why I recommend using video, but if you're too nervous then it's text. Heck, covering up the camera works just as well. Avoid actual audio mode, if by some weird quirk of electronics you can actually access it. I tried to make sure you couldn't, but you never know, and I don't want anyone yelling at me later because I didn't mention it. Point is, it's not supported right now, and anyone using it could crack this thing open like a bad egg. Which would be, you know, bad.
[Leo take it now Leo take it now before he pours his uneasiness into a babble about his baby go go go someone]
[Don takes a deep breath on-screen and flashes a quick, tense smile. He looks nervous, but under that a little haggard. It's what happens when he's spent the last two days going over his encryption algorithm line-by-line, repeatedly, and adjusting it for video usage. And then going over it again. And again. The upside is anyone taking on the task of attempting to hack this is going to get the full brunt of puzzling out Don's aggravated, sleep-deprived mind. This is about as full-proof as he can get with the equipment available to him. It'll have to do.]
Right, hello. If you're getting this, it's because you're a, well...[he gestures to himself, and aside from that his hands stay more-or-less abnormally still for the rest of conversation, a sign of discomfort that might only register to his own Raph] a mutant turtle, like me, and from a similar dimension. Don't worry about anyone not invited seeing this. I'm handling that.
So...you might have been told about this already, but I'll rehash just in case. This is mostly just a place to talk. No pressure or anything, but we just can't keep ignoring one another forever. There are too many of us running around already for that to be plausible, and it's not like there's any guarantee it's ever going to stop. The least we can do is know who's who. [so, in other words, if you want to make sure any of your wayward brothers showing up are pointed in the right direction? SPEAK UP.]
[Don pauses, reaching up to tug at his plastron absentmindedly] I...guess I'll start? My name's Donatello. I'm fifteen. I'm from the same universe as the more recently arrived Raphael. If you think of anything about your homes that might be useful to know, no matter how innocuous you think it is, go ahead and lay it on me. Every little bit helps. So far we've noticed that appearance and age are two of the bigger distinguishing characteristics among us, which is why I recommend using video, but if you're too nervous then it's text. Heck, covering up the camera works just as well. Avoid actual audio mode, if by some weird quirk of electronics you can actually access it. I tried to make sure you couldn't, but you never know, and I don't want anyone yelling at me later because I didn't mention it. Point is, it's not supported right now, and anyone using it could crack this thing open like a bad egg. Which would be, you know, bad.
[Leo take it now Leo take it now before he pours his uneasiness into a babble about his baby go go go someone]
[Action]
Not this.
[Action]
Yeah, and what's that supposed to mean?
[He has no patience for your cryptic bullshit right now, Leo.]
[Action]
I don't want any of this. [he doesn't want them to hurt you. he doesn't want you to fall apart because of a decision he made.] I'm sorry, Raph. I'm doing the best I can.
[Action]
Raph grunts, folding his arms across his chest. All he really wants to do is bury his fists in the concrete, but he tries to unwind at least a little.
He grapples with what to say. What can he say. Leo's doing his stupid guilt trippy thing, and he really can't help being mad at him for making him get on that thing in the first place. But it had to be done. Much as he would love to just ignore the other turtles forever (or at least until however long they're stuck here) they can't.
But that still doesn't mean it doesn't suck eggs.
And out of all that running through his mind, all he can come up with is:] Yeah, whatever.
[Action]
[None of those people are his brothers. In many ways, they aren't even close. But in others...he's seen the gentle, buried wisdom set back deep in Mikey's eyes, the ticking clockwork of Donatello's brain shining through his overjoyed expression when talking about things he loves. And only in glimpses, he's seen the hatred of vulnerability and loneliness in Raphael.]
[They're the same...and not. Leonardo can't even wrap his head around it; he's just flowed with the river, letting it take him to where it leads. But he should have expected Raphael to fight the current and swim up shore - towards home.]
[Leo can't reach him. Not so far down the river. Raphael will tire on his own, and Leo will be here waiting to meet him as he drifts down.]
I haven't seen the other Raphael since you left. If you want to give it another shot...
[Leo doesn't complete the sentence. He simply pushes away from the wall and stands in silence, watching the canal. The water almost seems to be flowing.]
[Without another word, he disappears around the corner and returns indoors.]