5th Floor CR, Saturday Night

[withoutverona]

The broom sweeping the floor around Romeo's feet wasn't so bad; it was silent, and no more distracting from his book than a maid at home would have been. (The fact it seemed to be powering itself was a bit distressing, but less so than talking shoes had been

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[halfshell_hero]

There was a very bored, rather large turtle meandering aimlessly about.

"Aimlessly about" had brought him to the fifth floor, where there was a common room, with, like, people and stuff in it.

This, of course, was awesome.

"Hey, dudes! Anything cool going on in here tonight?"

[withoutverona]

There was a talking turtle. In the common room.

...well, he'd had a conversation with a felt frog, a turtle should pose no challenge.

"There are cleaning supplies using themselves?" Romeo offered, weakly, voice very how-am-I-talking-to-a-turtle. "And Sokka's turned on the TV, ask him what he's watching."

[halfshell_hero]

"Ooooh, the tuuuuube." Mikey leaned over the back of the couch for a moment to get a glimpse at the television, and then grinned back at the poor baffled dude who had mentioned the cleaning supplies. "Think the cleaning supplies would hit my room? You'd think I'd have less stuff all over the floor, dude? But even for a turtle, I have a lot of laundry."

And empty pizza boxes. And so on.

[withoutverona]

Romeo was still trying not to stare at the turtle. "You might ask them," he said carefully. "The supplies, that is, not the laundry. Though it should not surprise me if the laundry began to talk back.

"Where would a turtle buy his clothes?" he asked. And the turtle seemed naked, but he didn't know, maybe there was somethign under his shell and dear god now he was thinking about naked turtles and he hated his brain.

[halfshell_hero]

Mikey gave a shrug of his shoulders.

"Can't really go walking into the corner store or whatever, you know, dude? Well, you can in Fandom. There are totally weirder things here than me, you know? But in New York? Noooo way. So, like, whatever we can pull out of the trash." Mikey made a face. "It isn't easy finding stuff that fits over this shell, dude. But I totally had this killer pair of Hawaiian shorts this one time."

[withoutverona]

"I work at Pixie Dust," Romeo said. "We might have things to fit you." And dressing a turtle would certainly be better than talking shoes.

He was not telling the talking turtle he looked fine naked, either, so instead he held out a hand. "I'm Romeo, by the way. I know we've not met."

[halfshell_hero]

"Heh, yeah. You'd totally remember seeing me before, dude," Mikey held out his hand and grinned. "I'm Michelangelo. My bros and everyone around here all call me Mikey, so you don't have to, like, say the whole thing all the time or whatever. Is Pixie Dust a pretty cool place? I've walked by and all, you know? But never really thought to stop in or anything. It looks... sparkly."

[withoutverona]

"Mikey," Romeo repeated. "Though I grew up with a Mercutio, I could manage your full name."

He smiled slightly at the description of his workplace. "It is rather sparkly. But the owner's only a few inches tall, so she's careful to stock a range of sizes."

[halfshell_hero]

"Oooooh, then I'm totally going to have to check it out, Romeo, dude. Maybe I can find a shirt that matches my shorts!"

[dojima_hime]

"Ohaiyo!" Dōjima yelled prior to turning around to see who was coming in now.

Then the cope failure that had been looming for the better part of the week kicked in. "You're a...turtle." She dropped her head into her hands and giggled. "I give, Fandom broke me. Poof!"

[halfshell_hero]

"Poof," Mikey agreed, laughing. "I'm totally a turtle, dudette. It's no big deal, right? I mean, I'm totally normal. Just, you know. Green and naked." He offered her a grin and a handshake. "I'm Michelangelo. Everyone totally calls me Mikey, though. Easier to spell and stuff."

[dojima_hime]

"Well, naked is the new black this season. Always in style, and almost never uncalled for," she quipped, raising her head to shake his hand. "Dōjima Yurika, just call me Dōjima, or Dōji. Nice to meet you, Mikey."

[halfshell_hero]

"You probably haven't been here long, huh, to still be talking about Fandom being, like, brain-breaky and stuff?" Mikey was bouncing, now. He was, especially for a turtle, a very bouncy fellow. "But hey, you haven't made a run for it yet, so you must be doing good!"

[dojima_hime]

"Just got here at New Year's," she agreed. "My brain has been safe so far, minus small talking felt frogs, Witches, and now this week's mayhem. Nothing that mainlining some chocolate won't be able to fix. I hope."

[halfshell_hero]

"Chocolate and pizza fix everything," Mikey agreed with a nod. "Better yet? Chocolate pizza. That would be totally awesome."

[dojima_hime]

"You should suggest that to my roommate, Jennifer, she works down at the pizza place. Maybe she'd get the owner to make it, and sell it to students at a mass discount during finals! We'd order enough of it," Dōjima said. "Chocolate makes everything better."