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[becareful_boyo]

[The morning after thisLate to bed and early to rise, Abigail is bright-eyed and smiling, evidently quite pleased with herself, and sweeping the floor with a bounce in her step that hasn't been there in quite some time. Thomas had blinked in surprise when her usual morning grunt of greeting had been followed by a quick, sisterly hug of affection

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[k_in_black]

And just as casual as you please, in come two men dressed... not from around here.

And yet, strangely enough, somehow those black suits seem to fit right in. Funny that.

One of the men is tall and thin. The other is somewhat shorter and quite a bit wider.

They both give the common room of the tavern a lightning-quick glance, but it's the tall one who looks back at her first and gives her a smile.

"Good morning, Ma'am, and how are you on this fine day?"

[becareful_boyo]

"Grand," Abigail answers easily, a breezy, carefree quality to her voice. She still hasn't taken her eyes off her work, but she's aware of the strangers' location and of the fact that they are strangers; the accents give it away before the clothes can. "And you, gents?"

An expert flick of her broom sends a dust pile into the hearth. Abigail lifts her head and fixes a welcoming smile on her face, hand resting on her hip. She presents a clear enough picture: friendly, calm, but inherently no-nonsense.

[k_in_black]

Truth be told, K has always had a soft spot for no-nonsense women. Probably that Texas upbringing he got, and just a look at this woman suggests she could meet even that high standard.

Hell, setting thing's straight here should be as easy as falling off a Terrassian Grease Cannon.

"Well, Ma'am, this tavern came highly recommended, and since we had some business in the area--." K stops, his eyes widen just a bit. "Now I wouldn't be smelling some fresh-baked bread, would I?"

From the tone in his voice, you'd think he hadn't had fresh bread since the very day his sainted momma left this mortal plane.

The rounder one is rolling his eyes at that, but it's hard to tell because he keeps glancing under all the tables, as if looking for someone who might have sneaked under them, trying to hide from whatever justice he's got coming.

[becareful_boyo]

Abigail's direct gaze stays on the taller, charming one while she notices, in her peripheral vision and from a bone deep awareness of every corner and object in this room, what the other man is doing.

It doesn't set off any warning bells. Not yet. They've had worse from Old Keven on nights his wife kicks him out and he gets overly familiar with their ale supply.

"That it would," she agrees at last. "You're early for most, but pull up a chair." She's feeling magnanimous today. "Anythin' to go with it?"

She raises an eyebrow at the shorter man. It says: I see you. I see what you're doing. Sit down.

[mnr_splinter]

In the deep recesses of the barn attached to the Designated Tortoise something glows blue.

A doorway. It flickers into existence for a moment, and then just as quickly as it appeared,...it is gone.

In the shadows someone makes a noise. It's a slightly surprised noise. As if the maker wasn't 100% sure that this trick with the chalk would actually work.
...
Ignore it.

[ginsu_master]

"Please don't tell me you weren't sure if this would work," another voice mutters and sighs.

Leo trudges out of the shadows and runs a hand tiredly through his long bangs. "Right. You two, around back. Try not to look like burglars. I'll go and try to...ah. Let Raph know we're here."

And off he goes to the front door. Very determined!

[mnt_donnie]

Don sighs, sounding put-upon. It's not like he thinks long black cloaks are fashionable!

He heads for the barn door and peers cautiously out, checking to see if the coast is clear. "Ready, Master?"

[mnr_splinter]

Splinter slowly emerges from the shadow dressed in a black cloak of his own, though he has yet to raise his hood. Instead, he stands with his head slightly cocked to one side, ears focusing slightly on what can only be a distant sound.

"Not just yet, Donatello."

Meanwhile, in a kitchen not so far away...

[ginsu_master]

Entirely unflapped, Leo says honestly, "You're handling this better than I thought you would."

[ginsu_master]

"Mmmmm," Leo hums. That was his little brother's mantra for... well, most of their lives. It's like 'I love you', really.

"Bar is in a panic about Mike. She told Splinter what she could glean, and Father brought us here. I did at least convince them that cloaks were a better choice than trench coats."

He leans across from Raph, both of his palms offered open to his brother. "It had to happen sometime, Raph. This was not your plan, but we can try to make the best of it."