Thirtieth Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

My sons... MY SONS!

[Donatello stands outside House 55, his shell resting against the wall, staring into the fog.]

Someone help me!

[It's not real.]

NOOOOOOOO![That's what everyone has been saying on the journals. So Don doesn't fall into the trap, doesn't go into the mist. (Through the red lens over his eye, it looks like a spray of arterial

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[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic had gotten out of his apartment, yet he was still trembling and trying to shake off the hallucination he had before taking his walk. In the fog, he kept the voices of his sisters and friends, but he knew none of them were here or were they? He'd heard people over the journals saying they weren't real or only figments of the mind, but they sounded so real. Eventually he reaches Donatello's house and sees him standing outside.]

Donatello?

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[i_speak_softly]

[Don stares at the indistinct figure for a long moment before deciding that yes, this is a real person. He can't quite tell who it is, though.]

Who's there?

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[refinedmaestro]

[Frederic gets closer to the house and out of the fog, a small smile appears on his face when he does see his friend in in fact real.]

It's me, Frederic. Are you all right?

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[i_speak_softly]

Frederic. [He moves aside a little, inviting the composer into the relatively fog-less pocket against the side of the house.]

[He nods to the night.] What do you hear out there?

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[justicereigns]

[Winnie the Pooh-Smoker looks worried.]

Don? You all right??

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[i_speak_softly]

[The voice is familiar, but he can't tell who's inside the ridiculous bear costume.]

Yes, um...?

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[justicereigns]

[Oh god he doesn't want to openly admit he's the one stuck in a giant teddy bear costume! So, sorry Don, he's ignoring that now.]

What happened?

I thought no one wanted to go out in the fog.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Suit yourself, mystery person. Don's replies will be more guarded than usual.]

I'm not out in the fog. I'm still touching the house. [He raps his gauntleted knuckles against the wall, just to prove his point.]

[after_march]

[There's a bedraggled looking clown lady coming from the direction of the village. April is back from her misadventures with Vash in the forest, and now all she wants is a shower and a blanket to hide under. She notices Don outside with a mixture of gladness and worry.]

Hey.

[i_speak_softly]

[Don studies April for a moment, and decides she's not an illusion.]

April. What were you doing out there?

[after_march]

[She leans against the porch railing for a moment, pulling off one giant floppy shoe and emptying some sand and rocks out of it.] Oh. You know. The usual. What are you up to?

[i_speak_softly]

[Don raises a brow. April's definition of 'usual' sure has changed since she met them.]

[He tilts his head toward the fog-shrouded path.] Listening.