FOLK - IC CONTACT

[semilethal]

This is just a heads up that I will respond to all voicemails with a text. You may express your gratitude for this courtesy after the beep.

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[neonleon]

donnie donnie d dd dddd i got smth to show u
u gotta come see

[Can you feel it? The way he's practically vibrating on the other side of his relic?]

text

[semilethal]

[Not through the relic but there is a curious. Something Else at work, here. More mystic mumbo jumbo, probably.]

Do not ignore protocol Nardo I need DETAILS
Who what when where why. Answer 3 dealer's choice

aug 13

[neonleon]

incoming

[It's the only warning he gets before a portal opens in Don's living room and Leo steps through with a platter of something covered in a towel.]

Special ✨ deliveryyyy~

action

[semilethal]

[Looks over his shoulder at Leo, goggles still down. He is trying to piecemeal some equipment together from things he (and Casey) has sourced around Folkmore, but without the typical avenues of acquiring components (IE online theft) it's very slow-going. He cannot use his Ninpo constructs for lab equipment because they are. Prone to exploding.

Leo gave him a warning text before showing up though. That was good. That means Donnie is amenable to temporarily putting his project aside to give his twin attention. Amenable. Has not done it yet.] Delivery of what? The obfuscation concerns me.

august 19th - text, un; Parkour

[heyunderoos]

[Peter kind of dreads this conversation already, but... after talking to Casey, he figures he should try.]

Hey,

I just wanted to apologize if I upset you or anything somehow. I feel like we've gotten off on the wrong foot somewhere. Sometimes we get along pretty well, and then you seem irritated by me being around. So, I'm sorry for stepping on any toes or anything.

If you wanna talk about it, I'm here.

text; un: d.day

[semilethal]

[Gets text. Makes this face about it. Puts phone aside and goes back to his work before finally coming back to it later that evening.]

This is not necessary

[...hm. Maybe that's a little short. Mikey would probably tell him to add more. So, confidently:]

Never do this again
Have a good night

a gift left outside of his apartment door.

[ruevealing]

[Rue has left a beautiful wrapped package right in front of Donnie's door, complete with magical confetti that pops off quietly in tiny poofs and dissolves into nothingness. Upon opening, he'll find that inside that package is exactly the bespoke suit he has requested, made to his perfect specifications, just a touch bigger to accommodate for any growing he has done. And beneath that, is that same varsity jacket that Rue originally made for him, in purple and with his name beautifully spread along the back.

And a tiny notecard that simply reads:]

Enjoy ♡ - Rue

selfie

[semilethal]

[Mugs for the camera and sends Rue a pic of himself in that suit, looking so fresh]

september, pre-trial after movie night with rue

[neonleon]

[Hey Donnie. Probably a couple days ago some of Rue's lemon cookies were left at your door.

But this isn't about that. This is about something else. A furry critter fumbling at your window. Like it just does not know what to do or how to lay down out there, but it's definitely a moderately sized cat making the worst cat sounds ever because how the FUCK do cats make these noises, they have so many noises they can make but Donnie. Donnie let him in. Let him in he's got a bone to pick with you.]

after convo with rue (below)

[semilethal]

[The cookies were thusly accepted and consumed, though Donnie wasn't sure if they were from Rue or Leo, who is suspiciously and annoyingly good at apologies when he wants to be. Not that Donnie wants an apology from Leo. Or knows what he wants at all.

The cat yowling at the window is, unfortunately, not as uncommon as one might believe. True to form Raphael has been befriending every cute stray animal he could find, feeding them treats and coaxing them up onto the fire escapes and window sills wherever possible. It is with a heavy heart that Donnie pushes himself up from his worktable, muscles stiff (oh shit, he's been sitting there for a long time again, hasn't he), and stretches painfully as he walks over to the window. The stupid thing will not shut up until he gives it treats. God damn it, Raph.]

I hear you, you dumb little beast, [Donnie mutters as he unlatches the window and slides it open, grabbing for the cat treats bag off the nearby bookshelf. He shakes a few out onto the window sill, praying that's enough to get it to leave.] You know that I don't care if you starve, yes? You'd better be grateful my brother knows all of you by name. [His names. Like Snaggletooth and Sir Big Bottoms Boy and Tufty Paws III. Whoever the fuck this one is. Donnie doesn't even bother trying to keep track.

He leaves the window open in case the mangy thing wants to sniff around, but otherwise heads back over to his worktable with an exhausted sigh and sits back down, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. He could try to sleep, but...well, that hasn't been working. Better to just keep at it.]

[voice, un: rue] after the movie date with leo

[ruevealing]

Donatello, darling? Do you have a moment to speak with me?

[spoilers: that cheerful tone is a trap]

voice; un: dontyatellyo

[semilethal]

[falls for it utterly and completely. deceit from whom? this is the beloved Parent who would never serve him any falsehoods!!! they called him 'darling' again]

Of course! Is your streaming service acting up? I can come over if you need me.

text

[apuckalypse]

[Attached is a text file with a set of code. It's personalized, but there are styles and sections peppered throughout that look like it could be Donnie's code. (Or at least one he might write in the future.) Casey's own code looks tailored to align well with Donnie's. Almost like one was a divergent of the other, weird.

It's a pretty decent code, obviously meant to facilitate communication between one piece of tech and another. There are a couple of minor errors that would be easily missed if one were not a genius teenage ninja turtle.]

Hi Donnie, sorry to bother you. If you have a minute can you take a look at this? I think it's almost there, but I'm getting a runtime error. I can get a connection but it won't transfer files. Might need the BS9000 magic touch.

For incentive, I'm about 90% sure it'll unlock future stuff on my mask. I'll share

text - two hours later

[semilethal]

You were correct, but 90% is already GREAT odds so I imagine you don't need a moment to congratulate yourself too much which is GOOD because I have things to talk about

Come over

[text, un: rue] after 'the casey incident' in Tides

[ruevealing]

Dearest, thank you again for calling me to help with Casey. He is doing much better now and we had a very nice, long chat together about the situation.

But I did want to check on you too, Donnie. Are you doing alright? Do you need me? I would be happy to hear anything that is on your mind.

text; un: dontron

[semilethal]

I screwed up Rue

[action, october 25th] hes so popular rn

[ruevealing]

[Without any warning, Rue shows up at Donnie's apartment a little before noon, without any sign of treats or new clothing to gift him. For once, it is only them, just the local fey owlbear, knocking at his door.]

[action]

[semilethal]

[A little purple drone made of light struggles to grip the doorknob with a pair of skinny mechanical arms; the handle probably jiggles a few times outside the door before it swings open, and the little drone beeps invitingly at Rue before bursting into rectangle-shaped shards of light that dissipate.]

Curses! [Donnie comes out of his bedroom, scowling as he shoves his goggles back up his forehead.] I cap out at three independent constructs. Anything more than that and they all get unstable. Hi Rue.

before the november trial

[neonleon]

[It's so subtle, he doesn't make a sound except the noise of his portal opening. It's a small one, under Donnie's bed. Long enough for something to crawl through and close again.

But the feeling of Leo being there through their bond is unmistakeable, along with the barrage of emotions ranging from fucked up I fucked it up to feeling cornered like has for the last couple of hours. Nothing physically dangerous, no tangible pain. But that sensation is loud through the bond. Leo curls up, burying his little pine marten face into his fur. Not quite as good as tucking himself into his shell, but a lot more discrete and easy to hide away.]

[semilethal]

[Donnie does indeed notice, and he also notices that his brother doesn't immediately come over to him so he leaves it be and continues working on the upgrades to his staff with Tony's (stolen) soldering gun. Circuits got all fucked up during testing.

He'd considered reaching out, actually. The panic was very real, a thundering I'm gonna die pulsing in his ears before Donnie managed to parse it out himself, very impressively, he might add. Leo was experiencing something very unpleasant somewhere, but it...didn't feel like immediate danger. It didn't feel like a rescue was required, so with great effort, Donnie had put his phone back down and closed out of his tracking program and tried to distract himself with work.

And now, Leo is here. Hiding somewhere in his bedroom. Donnie works for a bit longer before his spine demands a stretch break and he groans, climbing to his feet and bending backwards as far as he can without falling over (which is pretty dang far). He heads to his room- no brother on the bed. No brother in the closet.

...looks under the bed. A long rat is there.] Do you want dinner, [Donnie asks flatly, figuring he'll probably order enough for Leo regardless of his answer.]

after disarming / fae murderizing

[apuckalypse]

[The message comes with an attachment of several folders: detailed schematics of future Leo's prosthetic, a repair guide and compilation of errors and mechanical failures over the course of its lifetime (mostly by Donatello, the last two years by Casey), medical information on the connecting port installation, post-op physiotherapy, and periodic health checks for Leo.]

I'm sure you've got your own plans, but I hope this helps.

[....]

If there's anything you need done just say the word.

text - several hours after receipt

[semilethal]

This helps. Thanks

This design isn't good since Leo is still growing but the plans and connection information is useful

akai and i unintentionally hiveminding - post fae murder

[ruevealing]

Please let me know you are still well, darling.

post brother-avenging

[semilethal]

I'm fine, no grievous wounds, no moral quandaries

I enlisted Power's help. She had fun

end of november/beginning of dec

[neonleon]

[There isn't a knock or anything as formal as that. Instead, a portal opening in Don's bedroom before a huge, big pile of different metals and alloys are shoved through with a note that just says "MAKE SOMETHING COOL">]

text - ten minutes after portal closes

[semilethal]

Open that back up I'm coming over

adoption time /kicks door open

[ruevealing]

[There's a polite, parental knock at the door.]

Donatello? Or his darling little construct friends? It's Rue!

[semilethal]

[The door swings open and once again it's the little flying drone, spindly little arms waving clumsily at Rue before it bursts into purple light. Donnie's over at his worktable in the corner of the living room, soldering away at a line of circuit work running up a flat piece of metal.]

I already told you to just come in. Is this going to be a thing?

[text during casey's party]

[ruevealing]

Donnie, where are you? You're coming, aren't you?

[semilethal]

Nope
Busy
Give Casey my regards

text, un: parkour - after leo's disarming arc

[heyunderoos]

[This is better than their last attempted conversation over text, maybe.]

Big Steve Rogers apparently wants to bring a cake by the garage and wanted you to have some.

do you have any actual cake preferences? Like besides texture stuff.

text

[semilethal]

Intense sugary sweetness gives me anxiety
Or anger

Sometimes both
Things have been broken in the past

text; un: hob

[knickpnack]

You have [1] grouptext invitation.

Christmas Eve delivery

[neonleon]

[Christmas Eve and Donnie gets a package (along with Raph). Inside Donnie's is: a new box of gloves to work in (200ct) and noise cancelling headphones for while he's working.]

Delivery, Christmas Eve

[ironypoisoned]

[ "As promised. ~TS"

Inside the box, is a purple soldering gun.

...Along with a whole array of different tools that Donnie might need his own copy of. All of them in a purple finish. ]

Christmas morning delivery

[knickpnack]

[Donnie will find a neatly wrapped present for him from Hob on Christmas morning, whether by his side when he wakes after the slumber party or delivered to his doorstep.]

text; later that day | un: donnie

[semilethal]

I did not anticipate this

text; early january

[neonleon]

donnie come where my tracker is its important

text; early january

[semilethal]

[mmrrguuvughghghg he has a groove going...

But. Takes a second and feels out for that bond searchingly. Examine the...colors? Maybe it's more like chemical reactions, trying to determine if it's just a little fizzing or someone is about to eyedrop in some hydrochloric acid into the mix.

It's not quite combustion...but in a good way. Like the way a mix does exactly what Donnie expected it to; anticipatory satisfaction, bubbling excitement. All right.

Donnie puts down his tools.]

Portal or it'll be about 10 minutes

late january

[ironypoisoned]

You have 3 brothers, correct?

[semilethal]

I do
Only two present in this dimension though

Why?

mid-jan

[heyunderoos]

This is an invitation to a group chat

If you're interested, if not, nbd

Text early Feb

[licensetocrane]

Donnie ♪♫
WHY do you have a glitter bomb fire extinguisher

[She is texting from outside your door, just FYI.]

[semilethal]

For the same reason anyone else would have a glitter bomb fire extinguisher obviously

[a christmas card]

[ruevealing]

My dearest, most brilliant Donatello,

Happy holidays to my most genius son and one of the young men I admire most.
I do not mean to make this too sentimental, but meeting you in that awful place might easily be one of the very best things to ever happen in my life. I can not imagine who I would be without the chance to know and love as I do. I saw but a glimpse of that life after you and your brother left ADI, and so I know just how lucky I am to be here with you again in this is world now.

And whenever you return to New York, I will be there with you too. I am so proud of you and my love for you is endless.

Affectionately yours,
Rue

[not(???) here]

[semilethal]

[Rue will probably never see it or stumble upon it, but this letter goes with all of their other letters, cards, and notes, into a small trick drawer in his workbench that can only be opened by someone who knows how to look for it.

Safe.]