Leo can I sleep in your room?

Hey uh ...

Did anyone find my stuff?

(( OOC: finally, he emerges!  Despite dying weeks ago, Mikey is still missing his orange bandanna, elbow pads, kneepads, wrist wraps and belt.  Strikethroughs are claimed. ))

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[The most pitiful, dramatic, gasping voice sounds over the comm.]

Ach ... urgh ...

... h-help ...

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So ... there's always food at the buffet, right?

But I've never seen anyone restock it.  And where's it all coming from anyway?  It's not like there's a floating 7-11 around here.

Maybe it's all holograms and we just think we're eating food.

[There is a baby turtle sitting in the middle of deck six, bawling his eyes out.  Mikey doesn't know where he is and his fambly is GONE! ;A;

He's got a patched up teddy bear with him, clutched close to his plastron.  It's almost as big as he is.

Come say hi!]

Leo?

I kinda need to talk to you.

Dudes, you will never guess what I found.

(( OOC: Open comment log!  Michelangelo has been "gently urged" by Leonardo to give Raphael a little bit of breathing space, so Mikey raided deck twelve and found himself a skateboard!  He can be found up on the top deck, grinding on the rails and generally being reckless. ))

[Mike sounds like he's trying really, really hard not to freak out.]

Uh ... I don't wanna cause a panic ...

But I think the boat's like, on fire.