All We Need are Wide Open Spaces

[tic_tech_turtle]

Characters: Donatello (tic_tech_turtle) and [OPEN]
Location: Deck 13 where the wildflowers are. Likely moving to the temple or back onto the boat  because slight agoraphobia sucks.
Date: Present, early afternoon on Friday
Rating: G for now? Will change if necessary.

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[sandpaperbreath]

Should Donny head into the temple, he'd find a tall, skinny elf showing himself around. Torn really had no reason other than his own curiosity to be poking about, but here, where he lacked any substantial obligations, curiosity was very easy to submit to. Run with.

The cook kid had laid down an interesting story about this place a few months back. About a priest and a box.

He didn't know if he wanted to shove his own nose too deep into the nonsense, though. For right now, he was content to just sorta...dick around. Lazy day.

[tic_tech_turtle]

Donatello had indeed made his way to the temple once he'd wandered far enough into the deck to see it.

Actually he made something of a beline for it.

Then he'd seen that someone was already there and stopped dead, crouching down in the vegetation outside warily. Oh, wow, um. To introduce himself or not to introduce himself? Erm.

...He really didn't want to go back out in the field, and Don didn't know enough about this guy to know whether he'd be able to tell if Don went stealthy on him and hung around.

"...Hello?"

He really wished his bo wasn't too conspicuous to carry around.

[sandpaperbreath]

The elf turns from where he'd been inspecting the alter, and squints at the odd figure standing at the doorway.

Okay, what the hell is going on with your arms, man?

Oh, it's one of the turtles. He's still not used to their freaky proportions.

Torn frowns a little. Ally or not, he doesn't like to be disturbed. He's about as used to his privacy as the boys are, if not as close to paranoid.

"Which one are you?" he asks, tone none too inviting. His eyes have adjusted to fit the soft lighting of the temple, and as such, the color of the turtle's bandanna is lost on him. The build doesn't seem right for Raphael, at least.

[tic_tech_turtle]

Okay, no attack. That's good. Donatello doesn't move any closer however, recognizing the tone. He rocks back on his heels instead, frowning.

"Donatello. You are?"

Which of his brothers had this guy met?

[meinxxherz]

Herz trudged across the flowers, his boom box in one hand and two CD cases along with the paperback he'd picked up from last night's hunting in the other. At some point it had occurred to him that listening to music while he read could quite possibly bombard his senses just enough to where he could actually focus on the words on the page instead of all the demons buzzing around his head.

It was worth a shot, but he couldn't do it just anywhere. He'd checked deck after deck for a secluded spot, heading down from seven until one appeared promising. No one was in the flowers today--not that he could see--so he assumed he wouldn't be disturbing anyone by blasting some tunes.

After picking a patch, Herz squats and situates himself. He's got Rubber Soul loaded into his ghetto blaster which he sets to firing up. First things first, gotta find his favorite song.

...Today, that song is not Norwegian Wood. Or Girl. Or I'm Looking Through You.

Okay, fuck this, he's putting on Yellow Submarine.

[tic_tech_turtle]

~We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, Yellow submarine~

Donatello was crouched in the grass a short ways away and out of Herz's direct line of sight, having crept in from a different direction at the sound of the music. He was hoping his green skin would offer some sort of camoflauge, and had removed his mask before he'd seen that the...other passenger? wasn't a threat. Maybe.

Now, to hang around here and spy for a bit to make certain he didn't have to worry about this guy, respect his space and creep back the other way and trust that he wasn't a threat, or actually talk to him.

Hrm.

~And our friends are all onboard...~

That was a really irritatingly catchy song.

[meinxxherz]

"There we go."

Herz hums along absently; the irony of the song isn't lost on him, but it's up beat and almost childish, so it's not adding to his poor mood. Once the song gets going, he flattens out a nice space for himself and sets to reading.

He's a rather boring person to watch, but is he really not bringing any stories to mind, there, Donny?

[tic_tech_turtle]

He's not intoxicated, engaged in sexual activities with the first mate, or seeming to be a particularly angry individual. He's also listening to A Yellow Submarine. No, no he isn't.

And if he caught Don spying (highly likely, considering the enviroment) there would be problems. So Don sighs soundlessly and stands up straight, taking a nervous, reluctant step forward. "Um, excuse me?"

[tanksthetic]

North was running

gjaskl;hjsg sorry, notif fail ;_; feel free to ignore this

[tic_tech_turtle]

Donatello had stirred at the shape bolting across the field, and had stayed back, watching.

Were those...ears?

And a tail. Definitely a tail.

Donatello winced when the...human/cat/hybrid, turned his cartwheel, recognizing what was going to happen about the time North tried running again.

Thump. That had to hurt. Don stood up straight and jogged cautiously over to the source of the crash, keeping low. "Hey, uh. Are you all right?"

[unfrozenrose]

Since the day he arrived, the flower field had been one of Endrance's favourite haunts. He couldn't imagine it to be anything but virtual reality, but it was far more convincing than the virtual fields he'd explored back home, and that was all that counted. Right now he was simply wandering around, on the lookout for a particular type of plant, but with no real sense of purpose

SORRY. Notif fail, feel free to ignore. Sorry.

[tic_tech_turtle]

Donatello went rigid when he noticed the blue haired human, lifting his head and staring straight at him suspiciously.

There was pause, and when nothing was said, Don took a wary step back to face his visitor squarely.

"Hello?"

He speaks in English.

Oh hey, don't worry about it. Notifs were all over the place last week

[unfrozenrose]

Well, this is what Endrance gets for being nosy. Now he actually has to speak. Or make a token effort, just to show he isn't some silently awkward creeper (even though he kind of is).

"Um... Hello. I... Sorry." And that's about as much English as he can manage. His pronunciation is poor, obscured by a heavy Japanese accent. He folds his arms uncomfortably.