MARCH TDM

[monstertruckers]

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After tumbling through shadow you find yourself in a shrouded, ruined garage. It’s full of shattered windows and broken mechanical equipment, with all sorts of sharp edges to watch out for. Between that are strange symbols scrawled into the ground. Outside is cloudy weather and the beginnings of a storm flickering and rumbling.

Beyond the rundown garage is a rundown gas station surrounded by rolling, grassy hills. Close by is a Convoy of vehicles, either parked or driving up to station.

01: SUMMONING CIRCLE

This time the summoning circle and car garage is attached to retro diner, and an old wind turbine, barely still spinning and providing fading power. There’s also a broken radio playing a message about Nirvana and imploring people to head north. In fact, there’s a large amount of broken electric equipment in here and spitting sparks.

A fan circles overhead, stirring those sparks and creating a breeze. Trails of paper are attached to the fan, spinning lazily about. If Drifters choose, they can easily retrieve those paper talismans with little more than a slight static shock. While the paper is tattered and smeared with ink and blood, the following can be made out: “Broken in two […] Nothing to lose-“ “Moon mourns, call her down, ease her pain-“ “Need […] Better vessels from afar. Stronger souls-“ “Imbue with moon sigils, Give blessings of moon, share her pain. Put the ritual right.”

Hard to say what that all means, but it seems to have something to do with the summoning circle here. And there’s lingering power crackling through the building. The sort that makes the lights flash and flicker… And line up eerily with flashes of thunder on the horizon.

02: START UP

New arrivals will have a similar experience to before; a Convoy waiting outside for them, and a collection of vehicles, one of which feels like it belongs to them. The key to the vehicle may already be in the ignition, on the dashboard… It may have even been on their person, ever since they woke up in that garage. Either way, Drifters have the keys to the vehicle now.

…But there’s a few rough edges on these vehicles. Flat tires, cracked windows and mirrors, maybe some stuck doors and locks; all of them requires two pairs of hands and supplies. The garage can take care of the supplies… Now it’s just a matter of finding some extra hands.

03: STORM WARNING

There’s something odd in the sky; it shifts between a dark cloud, and a collection of birds. As the thing draws closer, it clearly becomes a mix of both. Car-sized, dark feathered birds and skeletal avians fly in a thundering flock, and turn the sky stormy in their wake. That alone is bad… But what’s worse is how the shiny chrome of the Convoy and vehicles draws the birds. As they dive towards the ground to snatch at the shiny metal, they pull the storm and bring a tornado with them. The Convoy does its best to anchor to the ground, but lighter vehicles and Drifters might not be so lucky.

The garage and diner takes it worst of all: the electric devices start spitting sparks and can even act as homing beacons for lightning strikes if a Drifter with electric abilities gets too close to them. Any remaining, intact windows shatter as the storm winds pick up, pelting Drifters with razor shards. And water starts pouring in, further shorting electric equipment and soaking anyone to the bone. There’s even a strange droning, siren like noise to warn about the storm and cut into one’s hearing. It’s difficult conditions for anyone caught up in the blow-out.

04: WEATHERING

Once the main force of the storm hits, the following happens:
Diversion: Those with Fast cars can drive away from the station and divert the birds. They’ll want a second Drifter to come along; either to snipe at the pursuing birds, or keep eyes on the terrain! Eventually the birds will tire or get culled enough that the storm disperses.
Updraft: There is the risk of getting swept up in the tornado winds. Damage, injuries… And a particular quirk this storm has. Drifters who spend more than a minute in the storm winds will find that they begin to take on traits from the Harpy monster. These traits increase in potency if the Drifter experiences hunger or violence. As the weather clears and days become calmer, the traits fade.
Downburst: If Drifters get slammed into the ground by the storm, or the dark birds flying about. They may also find themselves drenched with rain. Any injury they take mends quickly, but is replaced with scales, as the Drifters begin to resemble a Naga monster. These changes grow worse if they tell lies, but disperse with the storm.
BIRDS: The birds themselves are vicious: those afflicted with Naga traits are seen as prey, while Harpies are seen as rivals. The birds are deadly, but also clumsy if forced to the ground. The screens on the Convoy recommend crippling the wings before finishing the bird off on the ground.

04: MONSTER SHIFT, NAGA

This month, Drifters will have access to the serpentine Naga. On top of all Naga species traits being available, the following occurs:
+Cold Blooded: the rain and storms can potentially make Naga slow and sluggish, or inclined to sleep or seek out other heat sources to gain energy; this includes basking in body heat from others!
+Water Divert: With their water shaping, Naga can divert falling rain and even ground saturation to make the area or other Drifters more dry. They can also concentrate water into different areas, and can also change water into mist or ice.
+Blue shift: the scales of Naga become more vibrantly blue, or a strange mottled combination of blue and stormy gray, the more intense the rains become. These scale colors can also reflect their moods.
+Extra arms that are painful and disorienting to grow, and can result in coordination issues.
+Scale Pains: Pain and discomfort when scales grow in, as well as fangs or talons!
+Water glide: during floods from the rains, Naga find they can easily traverse deep water as though they were simply walking (or slithering) across it.
+Thermal vision, making it easy to track others in the middle of storms. Vision may also become disorienting, and eyes become slitted.

04: MONSTER SHIFT, HARPY

The storm will bring a second monster this month, in the form of Harpy. On top of all Harpy species traits being active, the following occurs:
+Storm Rider: high agility and capable of flying through the storm winds without hindrance. Even tornadoes can be mastered!
+Feather pains: itching, or full pain when growing feathers or wings. Talons may also be painful when growing from fingers or from feet.
+Wind Affinity: able to shape wind, including diverting the worst of the storm winds, or summon and focus wind into razors.
+Warbling Voice: words may waver and slip into something more songlike, or even a damaging sonic scream if emotions are heightened.
+Height Call: a need to get higher into the air, whether through perching on buildings or the convoy, or through flight. A sense of euphoria as they go higher.
+Nest Building: a compulsion to create a nest out of spare and soft objects, and feeling more safe inside that space.
+Heightened vision like a bird of prey, able to pick out details even at great distance. This may be disorienting at first, as vision becomes telescopic.

05: RAIN, SHINE, OR SALVAGE

Upon culling enough birds, the storm disperses. The monster avians dissolve as they drop into streams of energy, feeding into Drifter Sigils and providing limited healing. And handful remain intact when they hit the ground and can be harvested for meat, feathers, and possibly even talons.

There is one extra problem, in the form of falling debris. After being pulled up into the sky, wreckage (and possibly stray Drifters) are going to drop back down. It’s advised to look out for falling objects and people. It might be possible to salvage something in the form of scrap metal for any vehicle repairs, but such a task requires two.

06: STORM SHOT

The storm can be dispersed in one of two ways. One is waiting the storm out. The second is a battered collection of machines melted into the roof of the garage and gas station. When touched they burn the hands of Drifters, but also fire a jolt of lightning into the storm. One shot lessens the effects of the storm, repeated shots completely disperses the weather.

In the aftermath of the storm, something different rains from the sky in the form of glowing, quicksilver feathers. These feathers can suppress one avian or serpentine trait for a month, and can also drain away any Naga or Harpy changes from the event completely.

Alternately, the feathers will allow Drifters to temporarily access flight for one day. Doing so completely robs the feather of its magic: only one effect can be chosen from a feather.

MICRO ENCOUNTERS:

PLEASE NOTE! These are small bits of set dressing for players to include in threads if they wish, rather than full fledged prompts or events. You may handwave your exploration of these areas, or thread them out.

Windy Days: Preceding the storm are gales of strong winds, enough to stagger Drifters or send them staggering into other people or other vehicles.

Diner Is Served: While the retro diner attached to the garage has only limited food stores, curiously there is a respectable amount of cooking equipment that can be plundered. Portable stoves, pots and pans, spoons, and the like are all available for the taking.

Fading Storm: In the aftermath of the storm, the garage and diner look like they’re on their last legs, barely held up by their shelving. Anyone who wants to try salvaging had better move fast and carefully, before the entire thing comes crashing down.


NAVIGATION || RESERVES || APPLICATIONS

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Donnie | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles | New

[purplexing]

01 Summoning
...he is starting to have the terribly sinking feeling that this is not a mere nightmare after all. The unsettled sensation that's sat in his chest ever since he'd woken up on a cold, strange floor surrounded by suspicious (creepy) markings has only since shifted into an uncomfortable tightness between his shoulder blades, building like ice down his spine.

"Clearly there's some sort of explanation for all of this," Donnie mutters to himself, trying to convince himself as much as distract. With all the broken equipment he finds around, at the very least it's something he can direct his attention to. Something to this place has been interfering with his goggle readings, or maybe there's just too much oversaturating it, but staring too long through them to try and adjust configurations only threatens migraines.

There's still a lot he's trying to digest as he looks around, studying the sparking electronics like they're pieces to a puzzle he's not sure how to work towards finishing. The paper flittering along for the ride of the overhanging fan catches his attention long enough that he snatches one between his fingers, and not without a hiss as he's rewarded with a shock. For a moment he cradles his arm, both still tender from experiences he'd previously ranked up as pretty high on his Never Again list. And once he has a look at the paper he almost instantly regrets having grabbed it in the first place, gross and disturbing as it is. The writing (?) could just as well be gibberish but...something tells him it's not. Absently he stuffs it into his belt pouch as he takes another look around, muttering to himself.

"Keep it together Donatello..."


02 Start
Stepping outside is even more disorienting than waking up in somewhere other than a sewer tunnel. The lack of the towering buildings that he foolishly expected to see just stirs a different feeling in his gut.

The caravan of vehicles is weird. The line of cars that seem to be awaiting someone, even more so. Even when New York had been stolen of its people, or in the aftermath of an alien invasion, never had he seen cars just lined up like that, and these are definitely not the sort awaiting to be compacted at a junkyard.

Well, maybe that's being generous. As Donnie drifts closer he can see that there's some need for repair. His hand trails over the dark metal of a hood at least undented. For the most part the damages he can see are superficial, simple fixes. He'd designed and built the Turtle Tank up from a movie prop vehicle, all on his own. Certainly he can handle flat tires and busted door locks!

...or at least it would have been easy if his body would cooperate. While the turtle's managed to get the needed tools, and with a bit more effort, a couple of tires, trying to operate the carjack is proving more difficult than it should be, and any excessive pressure he tries to apply by hands and arms just makes his nerves feel all spiky with the reminder that he hasn't quite healed up. He sighs frustratedly, sitting down to glare at the jack like it's the thing being the problem. Maybe he should just use his mystic-tech...


03/04 Weathering the Storm
Working on a car is so maddeningly mundane for all that he still has so many questions unanswered. The winds start to pick up, drawing his attention to the skies that had otherwise been pointedly refusing to look at for the constant reminder that this was nowhere near home. They refuse to be ignored now, especially with what seems to be bearing towards the Convoy.

These are things he's only seen in movies. As it is, he is no way prepared to deal with a tornado, much less the things that seem to be attached to it. Of course his first instinct is to run for cover. Buildings are sturdier, have foundations- does the garage have a basement? How common are tornados in this place? His overthink's in full swing but it cuts off abruptly as things start bursting around him.

With a yelp he ducks down, throwing his hands over his head, the wind tearing at the tails of his bandanna, the water coming in from any gaping holes it finds in the edifice. Everything's so loud and it's too much and he can't think must think what do I do Idon'tknowwhattodo!!


((OOC: Will match format preference!))

Summoning

[undyingcrow]

Footsteps sound from behind Donatello. Should he turn around, he'll find what could easily pass as a mutant, what with the large crow wings, talons poking from the fingertips of his gloves, and the feathers coating his face and neck. Otherwise, he's decidedly human. An odd in-between, less animal than Donnie.

However, when he sees Donatello, Akechi's brows perk in interest. "...Are you one of Leonardo-san's brothers?" It's a simple enough conclusion, but he'd best not make too many assumptions.

[purplexing]

The sound of footsteps makes him tense, and while training and paranoia make it easy enough to be on his guard as he slips into a defensive stance, he's clearly unprepared for the appearance that he's greeted by.

Yōkai? Mutant? General freak of nature? He has too little information to really gauge anything at this point. And then the question throws him even further.

"Wha-" Donnie blinks, but he knows he can't have misheard. The added suffix suggests Japanese descent. ...was he in Japan somehow??? But the radio snippets were in English, right? He shakes his head, trying to get himself to focus.

"-how do you know Leo?" he not quite demands.

[undyingcrow]

"We arrived in this place around the same time I did, nearly two months ago." He gazes to the ground, gesturing at a summoning circle. "It was under similar circumstances, minus the scraps of writing strewn about."

He'll leave it at that and let Donnie process this information. Easy as it'd be to elaborate, restraint may be preferable here.

[purplexing]

"Two...." Donnie quickly curbs that line of thought before it can spiral. After meeting someone from a distant future and changing events, spawning off bifurcated time branches and whatnot, dealing with temporal discrepancies from an apparently displaced brother is pretty low on the list of things to panic about.

That's not to say it's not worth panicking over. Just for entirely different reasons.

His expression flickers between shock and uncertainty, internal deliberation and back. Leo's here. Somewhere. Something tightens in his chest, a cautious relief that he isn't the only one here, simultaneously fretting over the fact that his brother's been separated from them for so long. They'd almost lost him once...

"What is this place, anyway? Is it... Are we still on Earth?" Donnie gestures towards the summoning circle. "And who made that?" He's only passingly familiar with the things, or rather the idea, but this is the first time he's ended up physically somewhere else by one.

[undyingcrow]

"It's rather unclear. There are elements of Americana, yet this world has clearly undergone some form of apocalyptic event, leaving it a barren dystopia."

His attention shifts to the vehicles nearby. "We're all given vehicles, expected to travel along with the Convoy to find 'Nirvana,' and there's a high likelihood you'll find yourself changed." Case in point, he gestures at himself.

[purplexing]

He doesn't even try to hide a distasteful expression at that. Great, they manage to thwart one potential apocalypse and he just ends up in another one. While potentially it could still be somewhere else altogether, it still leaves them very much in an unpleasant situation.

"Oh! Well that's comforting to know that we aren't expected to travel by foot," he says, and while his tone is by default slanting towards sarcasm, he is in this case very much being sarcastic.

But that last part does make him pause, startling any further snippy commentary as he stares at the other, feathers and all. "Y....ou mean that's not how you normally look."

[undyingcrow]

The sarcasm actually makes Akechi chuckle, a wry smile steadily taking form. The shock at his human status only sharpens that smile. "I was originally human, yes. The bird-like traits are a 'blessing' from the moon, allegedly."

There's an air of skepticism in his voice. The moon is involved, certainly, but these changes aren't what he'd call blessings.

Start

[infernalengine]

"Hey." The voice is friendly. The speaker, at a glance, might seem appear decidedly less so. Karlach's tall, made even taller by the one intact horn curling back from her forehead - the other, broken off near the base, adds nothing to her height, but does underscore the air of violence that comes along with the greataxe slung across her back - and heavily muscled, red skin badly scarred across a chest and shoulders left bare by the leather-and-chain halter top she wears. She grins, showing sharply pointed teeth, and cocks her head in the direction of the jack. "Need some help?"

She couldn't fix a car if her life depended on it - only knows that's the proper name for the vehicles because she's hears people say it - but the jack? That, she knows how to use.

[purplexing]

This place already makes him jumpy, so hearing someone who at least sounds friendly is plenty welcome. He can't help for the widening of his eyes as he lifts his head, looking to said speaker, but for as fearsome as this stranger appears, she's not entirely unusual to see. Already she's friendlier than Draxum for the smile and the offer to help.

"Yeah..." Donnie admits, looking at the jack again before he moves to get up on his feet, wincing just a little as he leans briefly upon his arms. He wears his usual dark wraps around them and his legs so it's hard to tell what the injury might be.

"Couple of flats, so I need to get this baby up. Usually not a problem," he says as he flexes his fingers.

[infernalengine]

She notes the wince, but he seems to be moving well enough, and she doesn't see the tell-tale darker patches on the wrappings that would suggest he's bleeding through somewhere, so she doesn't comment. Not that she'd have much to say, given she's a soldier, not a healer. Some days, you just push through.

She crouches down to take his place at the jack, tilting her head slightly to look back over her shoulder at him. "How high do you need it?"

[purplexing]

He's fine, everything's fine. And he'd hope he's not pushed himself so far that he's opened up anything again. Not doing anything however is not an option, not when there's just too much to take in. Having actual work to do helps him focus, compartmentalize.

Donnie steps back to give her some space, looking back at the vehicle in question.

"High enough to remove the tire and slip in the replacement," he says as he goes to pull one of the tires he'd rolled from the garage, propping it onto its treads. "Soooo...a few inches taller than this," he adds he rolls it a little closer so it's easier to see the difference.

storm but also sort of a wildcard

[faceguy]

Leo has to admit, though he'd heard that there were apparently new people in the building, he hadn't spent much time thinking about that. He's been on his motorcycle instead, exploring the area and looking for anything that might be useful - particularly, he's been on the hunt for oversized clothes or scraps of fabric he can take back to Jack.

When the storm started to roll in, he rushed back to the convoy and grabbed the first fighter he found to hop on his motorcycle with him - this isn't the first harpy storm he's seen by now, after all. He rode with them out into the grasslands, baiting harpies away from the convoy and trying to clear off as many of them as he could.

Now, as the storm clouds are starting to break and the winds aren't as fierce, he returns to the convoy and the now pretty much ruined diner, thinking to himself that it's probably too much to hope there's anything worth salvaging from it at this point. Still, he comes inside, observing the busted windows and the general state of disarray. It looks like something out of a disaster movie in here, but that's typical of the scenery he's been in for almost two months now, so it doesn't faze him much.

He kicks aside a piece of metal with his foot, hearing it skitter across the tiled floor, before looking around and calling out, "Hey! Anyone need help in here?"

If Donnie looks, even in the dim light filtering through the broken windows, he might notice two things about his brother right away:

One, Leo's skin is not its normal vibrant yellow-green, but a sickly, pale green. Even his markings aren't as vivid as usual, making him look washed out. Like something that isn't fully alive anymore.

And two, that there's a large, visible crack running down the back of his shell. Leo's attempted to keep it clean and bandaged, but it always ends up falling away when he has to exert himself like he has tonight, and right now it's fully visible - hairline, not more than a millimeter wide, but still very apparent.

[purplexing]

He hadn't even realized the terrible cacophony of sounds had finally ceased until a different sort of sound cut through the stillness, the distant but clean scrape of metal. He drags in a breath, his vision hazy as he opened his eyes. Water pools around him, mixed with fragments of glass from the windows that had blown out, but at least it seems the rain's stopped, and the winds aren't as fierce. With a hiss he tries pushing himself up from beneath one of the diner tables where he had been clinging to after he'd been caught up by a sudden deluge of water that had poured in. It's almost tempting to just lie back down, exhausted as he is.

Wait, someone's there. Calling out. Donnie sees it, movement, someone just beyond the booth he's wedged between.

...not just someone.

Crawling out from beneath the table takes some effort, especially when his arms protest right down to his finger...tips. No, not thinking about that now. His everything hurts, but desperation spurs him. Deep inside he'd been still hanging onto that fragile thread of hope that this might all just be an awful dream after all, but that's his brother there, that has to be!

"L...eo..?"

It's not as clear an attempt as he would have liked, even without the pause. His tongue feels thick in his mouth, like some foreign thing. But he stares, momentarily forgetting any pain as he looks at the turtle who walks the diner floor. At first he could have thought perhaps his sight was still adjusting, but something about his brother's tone looks horribly off. But with his back turned, Donnie can see it, that crack that mars his brother's shell. It had been bad enough to look at when he'd had to treat it himself, so seeing it so bare and without anything covering it is just wrong to him. Still, Leo moves as though unbothered.

[faceguy]

The crack doesn’t hurt, and that’s the weird thing about it. Sometimes, Leo wishes it would, because at least that would conform to his understanding of reality. He’s scared of what it means, that he doesn’t feel it.

But speaking of things that don’t conform…

The voice is one he recognizes easily, even though it hesitates and cracks a bit. It hasn’t been long enough for Leo to start forgetting the faces and sounds of his family, not when he thinks of them every day and every night, pressing on the bruise of his homesickness. He knows who that is.

But it isn’t supposed to be him. He isn’t supposed to be here.

Leo turns slowly, the sigil on his right shoulder, not yet fully formed, pulsing for a moment in the dim light before fading away. He peers owlishly in Donnie’s direction, taking in his crouched form, and the fact that something seems… a little off.

But that’s Donnie. There’s no mistake.

But he’s not supposed to be here! That’s why Leo did it! So that his brothers, so that everyone could get their happy ending!

If Donnie’s here, then… then…

Leo’s brain simply can’t process it. The whole thing feels so surreal and absurd and wrong that a laugh slips from his lips, short and high and manic.

“Oh great,” he says aloud, “now I’m seeing things.”

Then he turns around to leave. Not today, Satan Evil Calzone in the Ground!

[purplexing]

That's not the reception Donnie is hoping for, much less expecting. But maybe it's fair enough. This whole place is impossible. There's no reason for any of it to be real, or for Leo to expect to see him, just as much as there's little reason Donnie should have expected to see Leo, save that someone had said he was here.

The brush off hurts more than anything he's feeling in his limbs or his back. Panic spikes as his brother turns away from him.

"Leo, no, wait-"

He lurches forward, trying to push to his feet, except there's something wrong with his legs, and his already weak arms don't do much to keep him from collapsing onto the wet floor again with a pitiful groan. "-stupid equilibrium!" he growls in frustration, although something to it comes out more of a hiss. "We should not be having any complica....tions..."

As he twists around he sees it then, the problem. His legs just...aren't legs, but some long sinuous thing and the end's still curled tightly around the table post. The frustration melts away into something colder, and Donnie can only stare, uncomprehending as his mind blanks.

[faceguy]

Leo does stop when Donnie calls to him. It’s a hallucination or a trick or something, something, and even if he knows that logically, because this place loves messing with him, he can’t just walk away from Donnie when he sounds so scared.

Against his better judgment, he turns back around.

Just in time to clock the same thing Donnie does.

If anything, the snake tail makes it feel less like a hallucination, because why would he imagine that? And it lines up with what he’s seen from others, when they get caught in the rain. So this… really is…

But it can’t be, because then what was it all for!? Why did Leo go through all that pain, why did he die, if his family ends up in this purgatory with him?

Leo feels a harsh sting in his eyes, his chest tight, but he can’t leave, not when Donnie looks so scared. No, never. Even if it turns out to be a hallucination after all, and he gets eaten by a naga.

He comes closer, holding out his hands. “Shoot, Dee… Okay, it’s… it’s okay, it’s fine, this… this is probably temporary?”

It’s probably not reassuring how unsure he sounds.

[purplexing]

The 'probably' to that is not at all reassuring, no. Donnie keeps staring, his breath quickening as he takes in the tail that by all logic should not be attached to him where are his legs?!

The only upside is that Leo's come back towards him, so far as he can tell by his voice. He wrenches his eyes from the serpentine tail, looking at Leo like he's not sure whether he should laugh or be crying right now.

"Wh...this isn't real, is it?" He finally looks at his hands and the claws that have grown out from his fingertips, a broken laugh slipping from his lips. "This isn't okay, this is far from okay, there's got to be a completely reasonable explanation for...for all of this..." he blurts, already losing steam on that argument as the words come out.

[faceguy]

Leo isn’t sure, either. Honestly, he’s still hoping none of this is real.

“It’s magic, it doesn’t have to make sense,” he says. Not to be dismissive, but it is what it is.

“Just… try to calm down, okay? Your legs will probably come back once the storms are over.”

There’s that “probably” again.

Summoning

[guidemyway]

Ruby had been scrounging around in the diner's kitchen looking for something to eat. Unfortunately the supplies were next to bare and what was left over didn't look super appetizing. She hears Donnie muttering in the next room and she gets a little tense. She steps closer toward the door separating the two rooms and then calls out.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

[purplexing]

Was there supposed to be anyone else here? Then again, it beats being alone in a creepy place.

Donnie takes a moment, trying to calm down a little before he turns towards the doorway.

"Uh...yes? Hello?"

[guidemyway]

"Okay. Okay. Cool. I just didn't want to freak you out or anything. It's only fun to sneak up on people when you know them, you know?" The voice didn't exactly sound threatening. That as good. Not that Ruby had really met anyone overly threatening here yet. Outside of the spooky monsters, but they didn't count.

She tilts her head through the door way and blinks in surprise. Donnie wasn't exactly what she was expecting, but that's not a bad thing.

"Huh... You don't happen to know a Leonardo do you? He only mentioned a brother wearing red when we talked."

[purplexing]

Spooky monsters haven't even been considered although they'd probably go hand in hand with the creepy scenery. Donnie's not exactly digging it.

He blinks as the speaker shows herself. Huh. A human. And...she doesn't look completely horrified at the revelation of a human-sized, bipedal turtle, so points to her.

But then she says something that just makes no sense at all, and yet...well, how else could she know? Donnie's feet carry him towards her in an instant.

"You've spoken to Leo??" And...he's only mentioned Raph, colorwise, that... Okay, that kind of stings, but more importantly! Donnie shakes his head. "-there's four of us total. I'm Donnie, where is he? Have you seen any others? The red one? Or a smaller one in orange?"

[guidemyway]

"Yeah, We both wound up here around the same time. About a month ago." Which is probably only going to raise more questions than it answers.

She steps out fully from the doorway as he approaches. Leo had proven himself to be pretty good people, so she wasn't super concerned his brothers wouldn't be the same.

"And no, he's the only one here... Well I guess until you showed up?" Which said a lot. "I'm guessing you, and the orange one are his younger brothers then?" She didn't know what the age difference was, but their conversation had been about older brothers specifically when Raph came up.

"He's around- I'm guessing he's either exploring around here or he's over by the convoy."

[purplexing]

Height-wise Donnie looks to be roughly as tall as Leo. He makes a face at being categorized with Mikey as younger brothers. "Leo and I are the same age," he's quick to correct.

Yet for all that, he's anxious for entirely different reasons. Leo's here, somewhere. "Has he been taking care of himself? I highly doubt he's had the leisure of staying in bed for a month, but then again you mentioned he's been exploring..."