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[betterthanraph]

[For what is quite possibly the first time in over a week, Leo isn't actively avoiding every living creature in sight. In fact, he appears to be sitting on the cliffs. With him is a small collection of bottles and a pad of paper and a pencil. He writes on a paper, tears it off, rolls it and places it into the bottle, corks it and then hurls it

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[thepartydude]

[Mike's been hanging out on the beach again. He still struggled with Thom's death, but seeing the puppy alive and well, and talking to Splinter had helped him come to terms with the worst of it.

Now he was finally enjoying the island, sitting on the beach and sketching, basking with Don, teasing lobsters. This time he'd been digging up shells to buy food and souvenirs, and he had a neat little paper bag rolled up in one hand, sketchbook and pencil in the other as he looked for the best spot to sit down.

His first instinct when he saw Leo was to avoid him, but no matter how awkward he felt, he missed his brother. So, chewing on the inside of his cheek, he padded over and sat down heavily beside him with a sigh.]

[betterthanraph]

[Guh.

Leo heard Mike walk up and had snuck a glance, but didn't run off or anything pathetic like that. He won't really look at him as he sits down, though, and just continues to write on the pad of paper.

"Hamato Leonardo

111 days

4th note"

He tears it free and rolls it up.] ...hey Mikey.

[thepartydude]

Hey.

[He kicks his legs slightly, looking down at the cliff, before finally glancing at the notes.]

What're you doing?

[betterthanraph]

Making notes. [Stuffs the note into the bottle, corks it. Stands up, reels back and hurls it as far as he can.]

[gonnabeamighty]

[Simba still wasn't used to the idea of being removed from the jungle. It was a hard pill to swallow. He was trying so hard to run away from Pride Rock, from everything he was. But he hadn't imagined being displaced completely.

Anyway, he decided to explore the island at length, to see if there was anything decent to eat, a place to sleep, of if maybe he could see his jungle from these cliffs. That's where he stumbles upon Leo. Leo's an animal Simba is familiar with, but much larger than any turtle he's ever encountered. So he's cautious as he approaches.]

What are you doing?

[betterthanraph]

[Soft footsteps again; siggggh, probably another brother. Most likely Don. Leo glances over and-

JESUS CHRIST IT'S A GODDAMN LION

He jumps to his feet and snatches a knife from his belt, holding it defensively in front of himself. A lion on an island, why is everything wrong in this stupid place-

...wait, the lion spoke.]

...what?

[gonnabeamighty]

[HOLY CRAP what?!

Simba trips over himself trying to put more distance between him and Leo. He bares his teeth and claws, ready to defend himself. He stays tense, even after Leo realizes he can talk.]

Jeez, what's the matter with you?

[betterthanraph]

[Stare.

...puts knife away and just...sits down and rubs his face. He needs to get used to this already.]

Sorry. Just...usually lions don't talk where I'm from.

[pimp_hat]

[It's been so long since Kevas has set foot on an island he can't help but explore the entire thing, hangover be damned. Besides he has a full proof plan to get rid of it. Ignore it and drink more alcohol. Fight fire with fire right?

On his way to the cliffs he notices Leo. For a quick second Kevas thinks he's found another troll, but the lack of ears and what appears to be a shell kills that idea. Still, he can't help but notice what Leo is doing.]

Mon, please tell me joo drank what was in dose bottles and joo didn't just dump dem all out.

[Because all bottles must be filled with booze.]

[betterthanraph]

[Leo glances over-

...what in the world is that. ...it's BIG.]

I dumped them out. [He peeled the labels off too, but some of the bottles are square-shaped. SQUARES.]

[pimp_hat]

[Kevas grunts like someone just punched him. All that wasted liquid gold.]

Aw mon, joo could of let someone drink dem first. [Like him maybe.] Dat be...dat just be a waste.

[Look at the distress you're causing him Leo. Look at it!]

[betterthanraph]

...if I made someone drink all of this they'd get alcohol poisoning. [Sits down, picks up his notebad again.]

[tic_tech_turtle]

[Don had made a beeline for Leo once he'd identified that, yes, the figure on the cliff was a mutated red-eared slider and wasn't Mike.]

[He hadn't been running, exactly, and in fact he slows down the closer he gets to Leo, steps turning cautious. But he was still rushed enough to not bother overly much with stealth. His brothers had disappeared on him, Leo and Raph, and Don hadn't been able to find them since. He'd thought-]

[Leo doesn't seem to be injured.]

[Don shuts his eyes and takes a breath. Good].

I've been looking for you.

[betterthanraph]

[Leo would have to be freaking deaf not to hear that approach, and the perfectionist inside of him is rolling about in agony. He's almost tempted to say something like "maybe if you trained harder you would have," but even he isn't that much of an obnoxious prick.

So he just glances over his shoulder at Don.]

You found me.

[tic_tech_turtle]

I did.

[Don has his arms crossed over his chest, more defensive and uncomfortable than aggressive. He's irritated, he's surprised to find, but his tone stays neutral.]

Are you okay?

[betterthanraph]

...yes. [Absolutely not. But like hell he's going to tell a younger brother that.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Finding Ratchet alive has considerably lifted his spirits. Enough so that he can comfortably wander around the island aimlessly, liking the fact that he no longer has to duck through doorways, and down stairwells. He winds up on the beach again, looking for one of those... lobsters... his friend was so enamored with.

And suddenly there's a bottle cracking him in the head.]

What...?

[betterthanraph]

[Goddammit, it slipped.

...why did it smash, it should've just hit sand. Are there rocks down there? Leo peers over the edge of the cliff-

asldkfjaslfkLJSLFJAFSDF]

Ironhide- Sorry! Sorry, that- [He starts to climb down the cliffs.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide's standing there, looking up at the sky, and then back down to the smashed bottle bits. Where did that come--

Oh.]

This your trash?

[betterthanraph]

Not trash. [Urgh- climb climb- hop, there. Leo jogs over to carefully pick the note out of the glass shards.]

I'm sorry, it slipped. I'd wanted it to make it into the ocean.