[Room 407, Wednesday Afternoon]
Donatello had to check on Mikey. He'd heard mention of him on Monday's radio (duh, Mikey is a turtle, radio-guy, that's not at all surprising), but nothing since, and though he hadn't heard from Raph either, he knew Raphael was much more likely to not thank him for butting in and checking up on him. Really, Donnie just felt weird not talking to them every day, like he was used to, and wondered if Mike didn't feel the same way.
Walking down the hall, he knocked at the door of 407, managing to hold himself to an air of concern rather than flat out worry as he waited.
"Open, dude!"
That was, in fact, the room's human occupant, who was hanging out with his fish and his miniaturized roomie-dude, playing some video game that involved zombies. Well, Jude was playing. Mikey was just kind of chilling next to the extra controller.
Donnie opened the door and looked in, fascinated for a moment by how much it suddenly felt like home, albeit more clothes and less pizza boxes. And he remembered hearing about the roommate, whom he now smiled at in greeting. He hadn't really noticed the little turtle yet.
"Hey, I was just coming around to check in on my brother," he said, trying for cheerful. "You're Jude, right?"
"Dude!" Jude looked up with a grin. "Yeah, totally me, dude. Mikey-dude's cool. Well, I think he is." This would be the segue into the thinky-face. "I never learned Turtle so I can't really tell. Are you Donnie or Raph?"
"Donnie," he answered, frowning slightly. "Mike speaks English though. Why would you need to know Turtle?"
Thinky-face progressed to chin-tapping thinky-face. "'Cause he's a little turtle now." Duh.
"He might be the youngest, but he's not really li-- Oh." Donnie was finally looking at the wee turtle, which seemed to be attempting to crawl on top of the game controller and not minding that he wasn't exactly succeeding. Don glanced at Jude, eyes wide and sounding just a little bit panicked. "What happened?"
Jude shrugged mellowly. "Dunno. Just kinda happened. On, uh, Monday?"
"When the radio said he was a turtle," Donnie mumbled, remembering and wondering how he could've thought someone was just being funny. He gave Jude a hopeful look. "Did you see anything? This kind of thing wouldn't just happen on it's own..."
"Dude. This totally happens like all the time."
"It does?" Don paused and gave Jude a dubious look. "Just randomly?"
Jude nodded seriously. "I turned into a cat."
Donatello blinked, but was somewhat at a loss. "That's... It doesn't make any sense," he said, frowning as he looked down at the little wee turtle. Donnie picked him up and, as tiny limbs flailed at not being on the ground, sympathized greatly with his suddenly small sibling. "I'm guessing you turned back on your own?"
"Yep. I, uh, I'd tell you to keep a change of clothes around but you dudes don't wear clothes, so . . . won't be a problem." Jude was blushing. No reason.
That got a curious glance from Donnie, Mikey-the-turtle still paddling against the air futilely. "I guess that's a small blessing... Did Mike leave his bandanna behind?"
"Yeah!" Jude untangled himself from wire and his Totally Manly Duvet to poke around on Mikey's bed. "It's around here somewhere . . . here!" He held it out.
Donnie took it with an unhappy expression, shoulders slumped a bit - as though seeing it confirmed the whole thing for him, somehow. "Thanks," he said quietly, Mikey peering around the room from the palm of Donnie's hand.
Jude hesitated before patting him sympathetically on the shell. "Dude, seriously. Don't worry. He'll be fine. If he doesn't change back we got like a ton of witches and stuff who'll know how to fix him."
Smiling faintly but gratefully, Donnie nodded. "I hope so. Though the mutagen that made us like this, and its long-term properties, are things I still can't even begin to fully understand," he said, still concerned. "For all I know, me and Raph will be turning up small and four-footed tomorrow as well."
[OOC: Preplayed with dude_its_jude over email, tbc in slowplay.]
Walking down the hall, he knocked at the door of 407, managing to hold himself to an air of concern rather than flat out worry as he waited.
"Open, dude!"
That was, in fact, the room's human occupant, who was hanging out with his fish and his miniaturized roomie-dude, playing some video game that involved zombies. Well, Jude was playing. Mikey was just kind of chilling next to the extra controller.
Donnie opened the door and looked in, fascinated for a moment by how much it suddenly felt like home, albeit more clothes and less pizza boxes. And he remembered hearing about the roommate, whom he now smiled at in greeting. He hadn't really noticed the little turtle yet.
"Hey, I was just coming around to check in on my brother," he said, trying for cheerful. "You're Jude, right?"
"Dude!" Jude looked up with a grin. "Yeah, totally me, dude. Mikey-dude's cool. Well, I think he is." This would be the segue into the thinky-face. "I never learned Turtle so I can't really tell. Are you Donnie or Raph?"
"Donnie," he answered, frowning slightly. "Mike speaks English though. Why would you need to know Turtle?"
Thinky-face progressed to chin-tapping thinky-face. "'Cause he's a little turtle now." Duh.
"He might be the youngest, but he's not really li-- Oh." Donnie was finally looking at the wee turtle, which seemed to be attempting to crawl on top of the game controller and not minding that he wasn't exactly succeeding. Don glanced at Jude, eyes wide and sounding just a little bit panicked. "What happened?"
Jude shrugged mellowly. "Dunno. Just kinda happened. On, uh, Monday?"
"When the radio said he was a turtle," Donnie mumbled, remembering and wondering how he could've thought someone was just being funny. He gave Jude a hopeful look. "Did you see anything? This kind of thing wouldn't just happen on it's own..."
"Dude. This totally happens like all the time."
"It does?" Don paused and gave Jude a dubious look. "Just randomly?"
Jude nodded seriously. "I turned into a cat."
Donatello blinked, but was somewhat at a loss. "That's... It doesn't make any sense," he said, frowning as he looked down at the little wee turtle. Donnie picked him up and, as tiny limbs flailed at not being on the ground, sympathized greatly with his suddenly small sibling. "I'm guessing you turned back on your own?"
"Yep. I, uh, I'd tell you to keep a change of clothes around but you dudes don't wear clothes, so . . . won't be a problem." Jude was blushing. No reason.
That got a curious glance from Donnie, Mikey-the-turtle still paddling against the air futilely. "I guess that's a small blessing... Did Mike leave his bandanna behind?"
"Yeah!" Jude untangled himself from wire and his Totally Manly Duvet to poke around on Mikey's bed. "It's around here somewhere . . . here!" He held it out.
Donnie took it with an unhappy expression, shoulders slumped a bit - as though seeing it confirmed the whole thing for him, somehow. "Thanks," he said quietly, Mikey peering around the room from the palm of Donnie's hand.
Jude hesitated before patting him sympathetically on the shell. "Dude, seriously. Don't worry. He'll be fine. If he doesn't change back we got like a ton of witches and stuff who'll know how to fix him."
Smiling faintly but gratefully, Donnie nodded. "I hope so. Though the mutagen that made us like this, and its long-term properties, are things I still can't even begin to fully understand," he said, still concerned. "For all I know, me and Raph will be turning up small and four-footed tomorrow as well."
[OOC: Preplayed with dude_its_jude over email, tbc in slowplay.]