Forty-Eighth Theory [Accidental Video/Action for Housemates]
[It should be immediately obvious that Don didn't mean to turn his journal on, and isn't even aware that it is on. He isn't looking at it. He isn't saying anything. In fact, he might not be awake. He's just sitting slumped in a chair, his head on the desk-like counter before him
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The second thing Robert realizes is that this isn't a filtered transmission. Even more panic button. So he filters his message as tightly as possible before speaking, soft but with a degree of urgency lent by everything repeatedly going to shambles.]
Don... Don, are you alright...?
[It's only after he speaks that he notices where Don is. Is that a vehicle, behind him?
... It's... it's strangely beautiful. The technology in it reminds him of his own home. But Don doesn't look happy.]
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Don. The journal is broadcasting.
... [He's wondering if he should leave Don alone now, actually. Even knowing the family is probably still dealing with Raph's loss... Well, look how hard it obviously hit Don.]
Should I come to... a-assist you...?
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Robert... you have to come see this.
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I... I can wait if, if it would be better, but... [Firstly, he doesn't really want to be alone in this mess if he can help it, and secondly, he doesn't want Don to feel alone.]
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[And he's off, half-running half-jogging down in the rough direction of House 55. Not the fastest, but he's actually keeping up the pace without significant slowdown - the way there is daunting, to say the least, with bits and pieces of places - some he recognizes from flashes of them before, some he doesn't - getting in the way.
But eventually House 55 will come into view. It actually still looks like itself... shockingly.]
... Your house... looks the same from the outside. ... Fascinating...
[Robert tests the door curiously. It's unlocked, and opens with little effort.
Then he steps inside and - well, it's nothing like he's ever seen before.]
... Well.
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Robert... I'm home.
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It's not what Robert was expecting. The high-vaulted ceiling almost gives him vertigo, and there are arches everywhere. It all looks precisely constructed, even if there doesn't appear to be much in the way of metal - it's mostly stonework to Robert's eyes, and much of it is a soft blue. Altogether, it's quite aesthetically appealing.
He doesn't know it's underground, yet.]
... It is beautiful. [And Robert smiles.]
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This is our TV stack. That's the door to the elevator, only it doesn't go anywhere now. That door is the kitchen; that one is Master Splinter's room. Here's where we train. My submarine. My lab.
[He pauses, even in his excitement, to see what Robert thinks of all this.]
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Still, he's distracted by the rooms, and when it gets to Don's laboratory, something like genuine glee settles on Robert's features.]
And you built all this without assistance? Absolutely remarkable.
Especially the submarine. [Okay, so it's technology that's at least a century old, submersible-wise, but he always has to take into account the chronology difference. (And he's almost certain that with Terran technology access, Don could probably find some way to improve on existing designs.)]
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Actually, I stole this. But the submarine I built from scrap.
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You... stole it?
... Why, exactly? [Wouldn't it be nicer to just ask?]
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The technology in this vehicle seems... unusually advanced, compared to other things in your world. [That sounded more elitist than Robert wanted it to sound.]
... But for building a submarine out of scrap, it is certainly impressive...
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It took me months, but it works. I call it the Shell Sub.
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