Twenty-sixth Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don has been in Luceti for seven months now, but there are still some places he has not yet visited. Tonight, he's crossing one of those places off his list

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[Action]

[meanandgreen]

[Yeah, Raph found that note. And re-read it about a half dozen times. Still he couldn't believe what it said. Something tells him maybe this's just another crazy-ass experiment messing with their heads. Either way, he storms off to Good Spirits to see this for himself and smack some sense into his obviously mentally unsound brother.

The door swings open and he scans the bar for Don, a perturbed look on his face. Seriously, is this somebody's idea of a sick joke? It has to be.]

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don will be easy to find. He's sitting on a stool at the bar, studying the bottles behind the counter as though he has thirty seconds to memorize them. But he does manage to tear his gaze away when Raph comes in.]

Raph. Which of these haven't you tried yet?

[Action]

[meanandgreen]

[He stalks up to the counter and grabs his brother hard by the shoulder.] The shell are you doin' here?

[Action]

[i_speak_softly]

Research. [Obviously.]

[after_march]

[April? Is watching from a dark booth in the corner. Half-amused, half-what-the-hell-is-going-on-here?]

[meanandgreen]

[Somewhere amidst the chaos, Raph loses track of Don enough to decide he's not gonna bother looking. He pushes through the crowd on his way back from the bar for a fresh beer, not quite sure where he's going.

At first he sees April and thinks nothing of it. But by the second take he realizes something's a little out of place.]

Ape! What're you doin' here!?

[Yes, he is very loud, and more than a little drunk. Don't mind him as he clambers to join you at that booth. It's apparently harder than it looks.]

It's crazy innit?

[after_march]

[In the process of Raphael's joining, April's diet coke gets jostled and almost goes over; a good amount of it spills on her arm.]

Raaaaaaph. Mostly I'm just trying to get out and meet some folks. Like that guy, over there---never seen him before. [Pointing at Donatello.]

[meanandgreen]

Ah, sorry! [He grabs a wad of paper napkins from the dispenser and thrusts them her way.] Mishjudged it a little.

[He doesn't bother looking where she's pointing. He's too busy with cleanup duty.] Who th' hell knows.

[lists_to_port]

[When Sparrow finally does swan in, he grins wide at the sight of stroppy concussed turtle in the bar. So much so that he approaches.]

Turtle! Looking all healed up now, aren't you. Drink?

[i_speak_softly]

Long time no see, Captain. Yes, please. What do you recommend?

[lists_to_port]

Rum! Rum's good. Wait--Jacky'll get you a taste, eh?

[i_speak_softly]

Sure. [He'll wait while you order.]

[action forever!]

[slaying]

[Working the bar, Buffy turns to Don.]

You looking for another one? [Drink, she means. Another drink.]

[i_speak_softly]

That depends. [He leans forward on the counter.] Edison or Tesla?

[slaying]

[Frowning, she reaches for her mixology notebook.]

I don't think I know how to make either of those. Is a Tesla vodka-based?

[i_speak_softly]

... No, I mean the inventors. Do you think alternating current was the way to go? Or should we have used direct?

[wanderer_jack]

[Sitting at a small table with a pot of tea in front of him, several cups set around it, Jack looks up in surprise upon seeing the green being walk into the bar. Curious...it seems so similar. Could it be one?]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don pauses as he passes Jack's table, to consider this beverage.] Tea. Excellent. What kind?

[wanderer_jack]

Oh...um, green tea. Would you perhaps like to partake of some? [His eyes are a bit wide, but overall, he's keeping his voice level and courteous.]

[i_speak_softly]

If you don't mind. [He takes a seat.]