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[erhabenheit]

[Some of the more observant comm-stalkers might have noticed a distinct lack of troublemaker lately. Namely because he's been lying peacefully in his grave since they showed up. As he doesn't really have any needs to remain functional he's had a lot of time to lay there, think and be content.

Someone should take advantage of how downright

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[tic_tech_turtle]

[Don wanders among the graves in search of caught passengers, restlessness having driven him from his room. He, for one, had definitely noticed a distinct lack of a certain precense on the comms, but Bass is honestly the last thing on his mind as he walks.]

[At least, Bass had been the last thing on his mind. Until he almost stumbled right over him.]

[Don stops almost clumsily at the side of Bass's grave - surprised at his discovery and off-balanced momentarily because of that surprise - and hesitates, staring down at Bass with a tight expression and wide eyes.]

[This was just great.]

...Bass?

[erhabenheit]

[Bass had be idly scrolling through the entries on the comm system, but his eyes snap over to regard the new arrival. He doesn't move otherwise, except to say-] Hello.

[tic_tech_turtle]

...Hello?

[It's hard to hold a grudge when the guy's already lying in his own grave, and Don shifts his weight a bit uncomfortably.]

You do realize the potential dangers that could result from an extended stay in these graves...right?

[erhabenheit]

I don't eat, my next maintenance appointment isn't scheduled for another six to seven years, and even if they fill this with concrete I can easily dig my way out again.

[Bass says all this matter-of-factly, his comm -and hands holding it- resting easily on his stomach as he converses with Donatello as if it were a perfectly natural thing. Then he rather abruptly changes the topic.]

I wasn't planning on hurting you. [He's not that sorry about it -Bass just doesn't get sorry, it doesn't compute well- but he didn't mean to. Just putting that out there.]

O hi

[fetchthestick]

[All these changes on the boat scare Thom. But, well, he's a dog, and dogs wander around. He still has to go for walks and stuff!

A lot of these holes in the ground smell really really Intersting, if a little disturbing. But this is the first one he's run into with someone actually in there.]

Hi.

[He wags his tail. Everyone is his friend!]

:3

[erhabenheit]

[...a dog. Not his dog, but a dog.

Oh, apparently it's a talking dog. This boat is so weird.]

...hi. Who're you?

8D

[fetchthestick]

[Thom sets his elbows down on the rim of the grave, doggie play-stance style, and tilts his head. Tail's still wagging!]

I'm Thom. Whatcha doin', Mister?

[erhabenheit]

...I don't know.

[Bass sits up. Thom doesn't remind Bass very much of Treble -the latter being a vicious metal wolf that couldn't be called playful by anybody but a sadist, really- but he's the closest thing he's seen thus far. Combined with the sleepy, placid feeling he gets just from being in the grave, Bass is more than willing to forgive a few differences for the sake of nostalgia.]

I guess I just like it in here.