The Brains of the Bunch

"What--"

That was all that Don managed to get out as Leonardo scooped him up into his arms without any warning at all. He would have protested more, except that the movement sent his head reeling and it was all he could do to grab ahold of Leonardo and keep his balance. Leonardo deposited him on the cot that he kept in the lab, and Don grabbed onto it, trying to calm his swirling head. He leaned back against the wall, hoping that would help, and gave Leonardo a slight nod. He wasn't planning on going anywhere. Not like this.

His brothers were going to have a cow when they found out what he had done--and he was going to deserve it. But for now, all Don wanted to do was keep himself from falling over and stop his head from spinning. He could worry about the wrath of his brothers later.

Leonardo hovered nearby for a moment, making sure that the turtle was fine. He'd seen him reel when he picked him up, and that told him enough about the other's state.

Once he was sure Don wasn't going to just pass out on him, the Slider left the lab for a moment, and returned with a sandwich on a plate and tall glass of water.

Coffee was hardly proper nutrition.

He handed the plate to Don, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Here." he said softly. "I've got you some water too." He added with a nod of his head.

#fxckitwebxll #rp #ic #rp: not what don wants to hear #Been a bit but I hope you don't mind me picking this back up?

Don had really stepped in it now. He was going to end up with not one but two Leonardos worrying over him, not to mention his other brothers and his father. Still, though, he couldn't help but be grateful to Leonardo for stopping him. He probably would have kept going until he just fell asleep where he was--like he had done in the past.

Head stable again, Don looked up when Leonardo came back in, bringing food with him, and sat on the edge of the cot with Don. He could smell the sandwich and suddenly, Don was ravenous. It was as if his body was just now realizing how hungry he was, and Don took the sandwich without hesitation. He took a large bite, and the reached for the water. Just like with the sandwich, as soon as the water touched his lips, he was thirstier than he'd ever been. He devoured the sandwich and downed the water quickly.

"Guess I didn't realize how hungry I was until I smelled it," he said with a rueful grin. "Thanks, Leonardo. I, uh, I really didn't mean to get this lost in my work."

Oh wow! Another Donnie?!

Hi, names Leo! U can call me Leon

Oh--more multidimensional shenanigans are at play, I see. Hello, Leon. I usually go by Don. I have met a couple of Leonardos on here, but it's nice to meet you as well!

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The Brains of the Bunch, a TMNT 2003 roleplaying blog for the character of Donatello Splinterson.

Crossover friendly within the franchise (including Usagi Yojimbo), open to discussion with other series.

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What kind of friends have you made so far?

Too many to count!!! Took a little while asking who was ok with me posting pics, but here's a few of them:

Love them, weirdos, all of them. And hoping to meet more people as I go too!

Ok so uhhh I think I portaled into a meeting of some kind? It seemed important and there was a lot of yelling? Uhh. I think they tried to grab me for knowing state secrets or something, and I wasn't about that, so then I was "resisting arrest" and then they started shooting at me, so naturally did the cool vagabond, roguish hero thing and fought back and uhhh...

I'm safe now, gonna portal out soon, I don't think im welcome back in there. They like, probably have space insurance for all of that or something its fine.

You--okay, yeah. Okay. Don't go back there. Did you happen to catch any names while you were in there? Does Zanramon or Traximus sound familiar? I, uh, I may know a guy, depending on just what meeting you portaled into.

By the way, welcome to the "galactic criminal" club. I think I'm still wanted on a couple of planets. I know Mike is.

Well unfortunately I have the brain of a goldfish and I can't remember anything unless is obscure Jupiter Jim trivia, the history of glam rock or really specific shark facts, even if i happened a few minutes ago. Either way things kinda blurred together and I'm not sure if I made out any names over the fire sorry lol Also what do you MEAN you were a galactic wide wanted criminal before me? Oh come ON.

What can I say? By brothers and I were ambitious teenagers. I think Taximus got us cleared from a lot of the crimes through the council. I think they took our prison time and the time in The Games as time served for the rest.

There are still extra guards around the ships when we visit though. But I guess when you steal the Prime Leader's personal cruiser twice, people remember, even if he's not in power anymore.

I forget sometimes you're like cool old and fought in space wars and stuff. And I did hear one of them say prime leader! That one for sure. Unsure if that's concerning and I should be worried. Its probably fine though, I've never experienced consequences for my actions in my life Also I've said it before when youve told this story but "The Games" is so ominous what lol, is that like, hunger games? squidgames? obstacle courses? normal blood sport? board games? Like that's not even marketable I cannot tell what that is smh

"cool old"? Thanks, I think? And Prime Leader, right, I'm going to get in touch with Traximus, then. Just make yourself scarce around Triceritons for a bit, alright?

As for the games, think of it like the Roman Coliseum, with gladiators, animals, and being thrown in to your death, with crowds waiting to watch you get ripped apart and cheering for it, and an emperor--prime leader in this case--who holds your fate in his hands.

And it's all televised.

It was a very, ah, interesting experience to happen at sixteen. But we did take the Prime Leader hostage to escape and earned them high ratings, so I guess there's that?

Ok so uhhh I think I portaled into a meeting of some kind? It seemed important and there was a lot of yelling? Uhh. I think they tried to grab me for knowing state secrets or something, and I wasn't about that, so then I was "resisting arrest" and then they started shooting at me, so naturally did the cool vagabond, roguish hero thing and fought back and uhhh...

I'm safe now, gonna portal out soon, I don't think im welcome back in there. They like, probably have space insurance for all of that or something its fine.

You--okay, yeah. Okay. Don't go back there. Did you happen to catch any names while you were in there? Does Zanramon or Traximus sound familiar? I, uh, I may know a guy, depending on just what meeting you portaled into.

By the way, welcome to the "galactic criminal" club. I think I'm still wanted on a couple of planets. I know Mike is.

Well unfortunately I have the brain of a goldfish and I can't remember anything unless is obscure Jupiter Jim trivia, the history of glam rock or really specific shark facts, even if i happened a few minutes ago. Either way things kinda blurred together and I'm not sure if I made out any names over the fire sorry lol Also what do you MEAN you were a galactic wide wanted criminal before me? Oh come ON.

What can I say? By brothers and I were ambitious teenagers. I think Taximus got us cleared from a lot of the crimes through the council. I think they took our prison time and the time in The Games as time served for the rest.

There are still extra guards around the ships when we visit though. But I guess when you steal the Prime Leader's personal cruiser twice, people remember, even if he's not in power anymore.

Ok so uhhh I think I portaled into a meeting of some kind? It seemed important and there was a lot of yelling? Uhh. I think they tried to grab me for knowing state secrets or something, and I wasn't about that, so then I was "resisting arrest" and then they started shooting at me, so naturally did the cool vagabond, roguish hero thing and fought back and uhhh...

I'm safe now, gonna portal out soon, I don't think im welcome back in there. They like, probably have space insurance for all of that or something its fine.

You--okay, yeah. Okay. Don't go back there. Did you happen to catch any names while you were in there? Does Zanramon or Traximus sound familiar? I, uh, I may know a guy, depending on just what meeting you portaled into.

By the way, welcome to the "galactic criminal" club. I think I'm still wanted on a couple of planets. I know Mike is.

Blue, is that a Triceriton Tri-base above you? Be careful!

Oh hey Don! I didn't know you were on here! Also, wait what? Triceritons??? THE triceritons? Are you telling me there's dino people up there? Ok I have GOT to see that now we do not have that at home 👀 hang on a sec

I think I'm a galactic criminal now

Blue, what did you do???

#technodromes #rp #ic #rp: Krang's Not Here To Fight #hello!#thank you for sending something to me! ^_^

Oh, the last thing Krang wanted to run into was one of these annoying reptiles. Tentacles are lifted up in his defense pretty quickly. "Wait! I'm not here to fight 𝕪𝕠𝕦!" At least not face-to-face like this.

@technodromes

Well. This was a bit different. Of all of the entities that Don had expected to encounter tonight, Krang from that alternate reality was not one of them. To be honest, Don had been hoping to encounter no one and just do some digging through the junkyard peacefully. At most, he expected maybe some Foot Ninja. Alternate reality travelers weren't really up there on the list.

Don lowered his staff a little, although he didn't put it away, and came out of his ready stance. "If you're not here to fight me, then why are you here?" Don asked him. "Is there another multiverse problem?"

He hoped that there wasn't. That had been... harrowing, to say the least.

"Oh, indeed." Leonardo sighed.

He had the feeling that Don didn't know he had been up for at least three days straight, in his quest to try and get him home. And while he was grateful for it, he didn't want the other turtle to get sick on his behalf.

"It's Friday, Don." He deadpanned softly. His own twin was very much a workaholic, so he knew the pattern. He tilted his head, blinking at Don. He wasn't exactly happy, but he couldn't scold this one either. Might have been his brother in a way, but also, not? Dimension traveling was confusing.

"Ah, please, take a break. Rest." he started to fuss, when Don slumped. There it was, the exhaustion creeping in so suddenly. He knew the signs, and the medic part in him kicked in.

"After some rest. And food too...and drink something else other than coffee, please, for the love of pizza supreme in the sky." He wanted to pick him up so badly. Just tuck him in and make sure he got the proper rest he needed.

But he held himself back from doing it. He opted in lending a hand in picking up all the coffee mugs that were around in the lab, instead.

Friday? So that meant he'd been up for, well, at least three days. Longer, actually. More like four or five. When had he slept last? He wasn't sure, but that wasn't unusual when he found himself focused in like this.

Still, the exhaustion was heavy and while Don was a workaholic, he also realized that he did require rest. Usually he tried to get at least a few hours each night, but he had just been so focused on the problem of getting Leonardo home that he hadn't even realized how much time had passed.

"I suppose you won't accept a granola bar and beaker of distilled water as eating and drinking will you?" Don said, watching as the bigger turtle picked up the coffee cups. He was practically radiating big brother worry, and Don couldn't help the passing thought that all Leos were alike in that.

...and if all Dons were alike, then Leonardo's Donatello was working himself even harder than Don was to get his brother back.

With a sigh, Don pushed himself up out of his chair and took a couple of steps towards the door, only to have to stop and put a hand out as he reached the door frame. For just a moment he felt dizziness come over him and he held on until it passed.

Okay. Maybe he had overdone it this time.

While Leonardo busied himself in cleaning up, he still kept an eye on Donatello. This terrapin had been working for days without rest. It worried him a lot. His Medic brain was yelling at him to give him a check up, but he could tell already, it was exhaustion from lack of sleep, and proper meals.

"You're right, I won't." He said with a smile. Donatello needed real food. Even just a soup would be better than nothing at all, or just coffee. He placed the cups in the sink, and turned, hands on his hips, looking at Don.

Oh. Oh, he saw that, how the wavered and used the door frame to steady himself. Yeah, no. Leonardo took a few strides over, swooping Donatello up into his arms easily, and carrying him to his bed.

"I'll get you something to eat, you stay put. Y'hear?" He said, placing Don down on his bed.

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"What--"

That was all that Don managed to get out as Leonardo scooped him up into his arms without any warning at all. He would have protested more, except that the movement sent his head reeling and it was all he could do to grab ahold of Leonardo and keep his balance. Leonardo deposited him on the cot that he kept in the lab, and Don grabbed onto it, trying to calm his swirling head. He leaned back against the wall, hoping that would help, and gave Leonardo a slight nod. He wasn't planning on going anywhere. Not like this.

His brothers were going to have a cow when they found out what he had done--and he was going to deserve it. But for now, all Don wanted to do was keep himself from falling over and stop his head from spinning. He could worry about the wrath of his brothers later.

He was reminded of his own twin so much right now. He almost wanted to cry. He knew that once Don had his mind set on to something, nothing would deter him from it. So he sighed, accepting defeat.

"Alright, fine." He grumbled softly, for show. Not much he could do, honestly. He looked down at Don, tilting his head to the side. As long as it was properly labeled, they wouldn't run into a dead dove, do not open situation from one of the resident turtle.

Not that it was going to stop Don from keeping it in there anyway, but Don grinned at Leonardo's acquiescence to his experiment. With a triumphant tilt to his head, Don took the container and carefully slid it back in its place.

"I promise you, Leonardo, nothing is going to go wrong with this. How could it? Everything is labeled and everyone knows better than to mess with one of my experiments. Besides, Mikey is the only one that digs that far back in the fridge, and he'll probably find it both gross and interesting."

He closed the door on the fridge. "I can't wait to see if that serum I put on it does anything."

Don didn't need him to agree, because he knew he would do it anyway. Still, he had tried. He rubbed his face for a moment, as he looked at Don, sliding it back into the fridge. He grabbed a soda before the door was closed.

Opening up the tab, he took a gulp. "I know you label it well. It's just your little brother doesn't always read the labels, and doesn't always look before consuming something either." He'd seen the teen consume expired milk. That was something.

"What kind of serum?"

#fxckitwebxll #rp #ic #rp: Growing Stuff in the Fridge #Or it could escape containment #or something else idk #I'm just saying that if you have an idea go for it

"Well..." Don rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I'm... not entirely sure? Well, not in a field test anyway. And that's basically what this is--a field test."

He dropped his arm, and made his way over to the coffeepot, pulling out a mug from the cabinet.

"You see," he said, as he fixed his coffee, "About two days ago, I was doing an experiment with a compound I managed to swipe from, uh, a less that reputable place a couple of weeks ago. Anyway, according to the records of that place, it was meant to do something with growth, although the records were incomplete and unclear." Don turned around with the coffee in his hands, and made his way back to the fridge, pulling out some creamer that April had gotten for them.

"Anyway, I was doing a controlled experiment with it in my lab, but I had some left in that vial. I must have been a bit lost in my head, because when I came to find something to eat, I realized I had brought the vial with me. It was stoppered, so I didn't think much about it. But while I was trying to find something to eat, I pulled out that container. I saw that it was moldy and, well, I thought 'I wonder what would happen if I put this serum on that?' and, well... I did."

Don put the creamer back and turned to face Leonardo, taking a sip of his coffee. "It's only been a couple of days, and that mold has really grown! It's grown much faster than the one in my lab, so I really am curious as to what's going to happen next."

He was reminded of his own twin so much right now. He almost wanted to cry. He knew that once Don had his mind set on to something, nothing would deter him from it. So he sighed, accepting defeat.

"Alright, fine." He grumbled softly, for show. Not much he could do, honestly. He looked down at Don, tilting his head to the side. As long as it was properly labeled, they wouldn't run into a dead dove, do not open situation from one of the resident turtle.

#fxckitwebxll #rp #ic #rp: Growing Stuff in the Fridge #If you wanna have something outrageous happen at any point be my guest

Not that it was going to stop Don from keeping it in there anyway, but Don grinned at Leonardo's acquiescence to his experiment. With a triumphant tilt to his head, Don took the container and carefully slid it back in its place.

"I promise you, Leonardo, nothing is going to go wrong with this. How could it? Everything is labeled and everyone knows better than to mess with one of my experiments. Besides, Mikey is the only one that digs that far back in the fridge, and he'll probably find it both gross and interesting."

He closed the door on the fridge. "I can't wait to see if that serum I put on it does anything."

“I’ve been told to keep this in the fridge so it stays disgusting for longer.”

Leonardo isn't even sure where to start with this. Why. Why did Donnie want to keep this awful thing longer? It should be disposed of, really.

"You, huh... You doing some sort of science project with that?"

If not, he was going to yeet it into the trash.

Don shrugged. "Science project might be giving this a little too much credit," he admitted. "This is more like... satisfying my idle curiosity."

Don looked over at the mixture of former foodstuffs that was in the fortunately disposable and sealable container. The mold colony that was growing seemed to be coming along nicely, especially when he had added in a few things that were conducive to mold growth.

"It looks like its coming along nicely. I might get a few different kinds of mold out of this."

Donatello was doing this because he was curious. He was growing mold because he was curious.

Leonardo didn't know where to start with this, because why would he want mold in the fridge? He inhaled deeply, hands near his face, before he exhaled.

"What the fuck, Don?"

Don looked up from his container of molding food, and blinked at Leonardo. For a moment, his mind ran through several different reasons that Leonardo would be reacting the way he did, as well as appropriate responses to his response. After all, what was wrong with a little experiment in growing mold in a sealed container in the fridge, so long as nobody ate it--and nobody would eat this, that was for sure.

"What?" Don asked, as he carefully put the lid back on the container. Clear sides and a clear blue lid made it easier to see what was going on in there, but looking without the film of the container was so much better. "It was already starting to mold back there. I just thought I'd see what happened if I helped it along."

"But why?" Don, please.

Leonardo couldn't fathom why he wanted to grow the mold that much. He let his mind wander for a moment, before he took a deep breath, looking at him.

"My brother from another mother. I wouldn't have much of an issue if it was for, say, a new kind medicine, but you're putting it with the regular food."

#fxckitwebxll #rp #ic #rp: Growing Stuff in the Fridge

"Well I can't put it in the fridge in the lab. It'll upset the experiments already have going. They're temperature controlled."

The reasoning for that rolled off of Don's tongue without even needing a second of thought. It his mind, it made perfect sense not to disturb the carefully controlled experiments that he had going on in his lab for something that was, essentially, an accidental experiment.

"I just want to see what happens, Leo. I have the container clearly marked, its way in the back, and it's sealed. I don't see what the problem is. Besides--you never know what discoveries might be made from random accidents or experiments!"

“I’ve been told to keep this in the fridge so it stays disgusting for longer.”

Leonardo isn't even sure where to start with this. Why. Why did Donnie want to keep this awful thing longer? It should be disposed of, really.

"You, huh... You doing some sort of science project with that?"

If not, he was going to yeet it into the trash.

Don shrugged. "Science project might be giving this a little too much credit," he admitted. "This is more like... satisfying my idle curiosity."

Don looked over at the mixture of former foodstuffs that was in the fortunately disposable and sealable container. The mold colony that was growing seemed to be coming along nicely, especially when he had added in a few things that were conducive to mold growth.

"It looks like its coming along nicely. I might get a few different kinds of mold out of this."

Donatello was doing this because he was curious. He was growing mold because he was curious.

Leonardo didn't know where to start with this, because why would he want mold in the fridge? He inhaled deeply, hands near his face, before he exhaled.

"What the fuck, Don?"

#fxckitwebxll #rp #ic #rp: Growing Stuff in the Fridge

Don looked up from his container of molding food, and blinked at Leonardo. For a moment, his mind ran through several different reasons that Leonardo would be reacting the way he did, as well as appropriate responses to his response. After all, what was wrong with a little experiment in growing mold in a sealed container in the fridge, so long as nobody ate it--and nobody would eat this, that was for sure.

"What?" Don asked, as he carefully put the lid back on the container. Clear sides and a clear blue lid made it easier to see what was going on in there, but looking without the film of the container was so much better. "It was already starting to mold back there. I just thought I'd see what happened if I helped it along."

“I’ve been told to keep this in the fridge so it stays disgusting for longer.”

Leonardo isn't even sure where to start with this. Why. Why did Donnie want to keep this awful thing longer? It should be disposed of, really.

"You, huh... You doing some sort of science project with that?"

If not, he was going to yeet it into the trash.