Appointments Post

[the_mikester]

This is for any threads that need to be played out with just Mike and whoever that don't quite need their own post or log.

Subject lines should include [Action], [Voice], or [Written] and the date the thread takes place.

Comments

[Action;Backdated to the 17th.]

[honorthecode]

[It's a couple of days since the disastrous talk with Don, everyone having calmed down. Even if they weren't talking. The rain falling fits well with the mood, even if it is light.

Leo exits the hallway to the rooms, rolling his left shoulder for a moment. The house was quiet, but he could hear noises coming from the kitchen. He looked thoughtful, before he headed there. He leans in the doorway.]

Hey Mikey, are you busy?

[Action;Backdated to the 17th.]

[the_mikester]

Uh.

[He's only up to his elbows in dough. But he's making bread. The kind of dough you have to wrestle with. Pound on.

He could use a less yielding outlet for his frustration.]

[Action;Backdated to the 17th.]

[honorthecode]

[Well good. Nothing too important. He moves into the kitchen, eying the dough for a moment, before looking at his brother.]

I was wondering if you were up for sparring at the Battledome. If not, I can go by myself.

[He could use something to beat on too. Seems like a good time to go check the place out]

[Action;Backdated to the 17th.]

[the_mikester]

[Mike gives the unrepentant ball of dough one last good hard thump and dumps it unceremoniously into a pan.]

Yeah, let's go.

[He is not a happy turtle.]

[the_mikester]

[It's nearing 7 o'clock and Mike has been waiting for Ami at the library for over half an hour. He hadn't wanted to be late, but now he's wondering if being this early was at all ridiculous. However, it has given him the chance to scope out a good seat for them, which he has been eying, and even directing people away from if they get too close.

He's bouncing on his toes, anxious and excited, fingering the scarf she gave him and wondering if wearing it had been a good idea.]

[no_use_running]

[Ami, fortunately, is always early herself, which means Mike doesn't have to wait long.]

I'm sorry if I'm late. [Her eyes find the scarf and she notes that he likes her gift enough to wear it. She's glad.]

[the_mikester]

You're not late. You're early. And so am I. So we're good.

Wanna sit over here?

[Come on, Mike. Don't mess this up before it's even begun.]

[no_use_running]

[Ami nods, and seats herself without another word, posture carefully proper.]

Around 2am 4/13 [Voice]

[meanandgreen]

((From here))

[He doesn't know how the hell his journal got here, but at this point, he doesn't really give a damn. He can't even see straight, and every inch of him hurts like hell, so he's got bigger things to worry about. Like catching his breath past the raw pain in his chest, or somehow sitting up with a dislocated shoulder and miners with pickaxes pounding away at his head.

He tries to glance up and guess how far he fell, but stars erupt across his vision along with a stabbing pain in his neck.

A long time ago, back at home, he had a fall like this. He was sore for weeks after, and vowed he's never let it happen again. But here he is, Turtle Luck running true to form.

After god-knows-how-long of sitting there with his shell leaning against a tree figuring, just how bad he's broken himself this time, he manages to reach for the journal and hit the right button for his brother.]

Mike.

[From the sound of his voice, he's definitely not all-there mentally. His mouth feels like it's full of cotton.]

[the_mikester]

[Mike's not asleep, even at this hour. He's not. He doesn't know where you are or what you've been doing, so how could he sleep? Your voice jolts him out of a sleepy (but definitely awake!) reverie.]

Raph? What's wrong? Where are you?

[Holy crap, you sound terrible.]

[meanandgreen]

I - fell. [The journal starts sliding out of his grip and he has to snatch it quick, and his body howls in protest. He can't keep himself from whimpering.] Shit.

[the_mikester]

Where are you?

[He's already out the window, 'chuck in hand and journal in the other.]

[Action] May 26, the day after Lucy's mallynap

[the_mikester]

[Mike's been thinking. run for the hills And it seems to him that the fact that Ami is something like a superhero should not be going to waste. Also he is feeling bad about Lucy and would like some company in his misery.

So he's knocking on your door. See? He learns.]

[Action]

[no_use_running]

[Ami had not been expecting visitors. Fortunately, she does not end up embarrassed, as 'neat and tidy' and 'well-groomed' are pretty much her default states. She opens the door and gives Mike a slightly blank surprised look. Had they been planning something together...? She smiles vaguely.]

Mike. It's good to see you. Please come in; would you like some tea?

[Action]

[the_mikester]

Uh, sure.

[He steps inside, suddenly nervous.]

Actually, though, I was wondering if you wanted to... [Go out with me.] spar with me.

[They're practically the same thing.]

[Action]

[no_use_running]

Please come in. [Ami ushers Mike further inside and to the kitchen table.]

[She uses the action of making the tea to give herself a moment to decide. She sets out the cups, and puts the water on to boil. Finally, she turns back to Mike.]

I'd like to do that.

[Action, May 27]

[i_speak_softly]

[Baking again, Mikey? Don is going to position himself in the kitchen doorway and clear his throat loudly. The two of you need to talk.]

[Action, May 27]

[the_mikester]

Here, try this.

[Mike shoves a cookie in your mouth. Cranberry macadamia nut white chocolate chip. It's an experiment.]

[i_speak_softly]

Gu- [Oh. That's good.] Mm.

[the_mikester]

Really? How's the ratio of cranberries to nuts?