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monstertruckers ([personal profile] monstertruckers) wrote in [community profile] memestertrucks2025-11-08 08:19 pm
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NOVEMBER TDM




A chilling mist and storms cling to the surrounding area. The cold and the wet pierces even the garage, making for a poor welcome. This time around the garage and gas station lurks amidst multiple farms, and a fall colored forest. The seasons have decisively shifted. And the environment is doing its best to shift the new arrivals in turn.

















01: SUMMONING CIRCLE


New Drifters arrive to gloomy skies seen through the broken windows of a garage… And a large barn house looming overhead. Rain echoes on the roof, along with the occasional rumble of thunder. When it isn’t raining outside, there’s a damp and chill mist that lingers over the farmlands.

It makes the large Convoy pulling up to stop at that garage seem that much more tall and imposing: though it’s also clear the Convoy has seen some wear and tear, metal scuffed and a few gashes and dents in the cars.

The summoning circle in the garage is lined with candles that can be used to ward off some of the mist and the chill, but it’s advised to find more stable shelter in cars or in the barn. The roof of the garage leaks. And wet, cold concrete isn’t very comfortable for very long.
02: START UP
There are various cars surrounding the garage. Some of them parked directly outside, though a few of them are parked in various farm fields and vegetable patches. Drifters are advised to watch out for hostile farm life and produce (such as exploding pumpkins) if their ride is out in the farm patch.

There’s also a certain connection between different newcomers and cars. Something that suggests a particular vehicle is theirs, backed up by possessing the key to that vehicle. The key 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 the sort of thing that 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: FARM HOSTILITIES
The farm isn’t always the friendliest place; the assorted livestock are all monstrous, and ready to fight any Drifter that looks at them funny. Cockatrices, bull gorgons, bullfango, and bicorns are all present and grumpy.

In addition, Drifters should look out for scarecrows in the farm patches. Their eyes glow with an eerie light, and anyone who meets their gaze will find their fears manifesting. At first the fears last for only a blink, and appear to be hallucinations. The longer any Drifters stay under the scarecrow’s gaze, the more their fears become real and dangerous.

Leaving the gaze of the scarecrows (or destroying them) can end the effect. Though any lingering trauma and bloodshed will need different solutions.
04: MOON WARP
Various glowing moon shards have taken root across different farm fields. Thanks to them, there’s more than just produce and livestock growing on the farm. Magic has sunk into the buildings and the soil, and is ready to work on the Drifters in turn.

The scarecrows take on a more sinister glow some nights, pulsing violently with light before exploding; moon shards lay dormant in many of them, before activating one night and forcing changes in Drifters. Along with activating other monster traits, two event monsters are available:
04: MONSTER SHIFT, KITSUNE
A fox monster possessing multiple tails. They may take the form of Kitsune, Gumiho, or Huli Jin. They may feature a full or partial vulpine transformation, and with all Kitsune traits also have:
+Trickster Curse: Anyone who steals from farms or acts with trickery/deception risks activating traits.
+Liver Eater: Begins to feel a clawing hunger that can only be satisfied by the liver from prey. The fresher, the better. Husk monsters can fulfill this craving!
+Fox Fire: can generate phantasmal fire either at will or while emotional. These fires cannot burn, unless willed to do so… Or if one’s emotions grow out of hand.
+Fox Fright: If fear or anxiety becomes too great, may become a fox (either small or giant!) in an attempt to flee and hide.
+Tails To Tell: Growing extra tails, up to nine. This may interfere with balance, or even reach out to brush against other people like they have a mind of their own.
+Thief Feet: Gains a talent for moving quietly and stealthily, even able to hide from the farm monsters and the scarecrows.
+Favored Prey: gains an appetite and a ferocity for cockatrices.

04: MONSTER SHIFT, TAURUS
Hoofed monsters who can appear as minotaurs, satyrs, and centaurs. In addition to having Taurus traits the following also occurs:
+Red Flag: several of the scarecrows carry red rags on them, which flap in the breeze… And have a way of inflaming Taurus tempers, prompting them to charge. On impact, the red fabric shreds but tries to put off one more pulse of fear.
+Eat Your Veggies: on top of a craving for vegetable, Taurus can also heal their wounds or restore their stamina when eating vegetables from these gardens!
+Horn Sharpening: when horns grow in, they can itch and ache on a Drifter’s head. Rubbing and sharpening them against hard surfaces is the best way to dull the discomfort.
+Safety In Numbers: There is a sudden pressing need for Taurus to stay close to others; being alone causes anxiety and irritability.
+Raging Bull: Threats to a Taurus’ herd invokes anger and aggression from a Taurus, and they will do whatever it takes to crush said threat.
+Digging In: Drifters should take care with their steps. Pressing their feet too hard into the ground can cause a small quake… or even compel them to charge someone, if they make eye contact for too long.
+Stir Crazy: going indoors for longer than a minute causes restlessness and agitation in a Taurus, and a pressing need to get back outside.
05: HUNTERS
Time passes, and a fog rolls into the farm lands. It obscures much of the surroundings, but one thing does shine through the gloom; red, electric lights that look suspiciously like eyes. A metallic growl echoes through the farm fields, before robot canine shapes step out of the fog. A few of them carry speakers mounted to their shoulders, and a voice echoes out from them:

“All chromehounds, set commands to seek and destroy. Any infected you find, you eliminate. Keep Nirvana safe from their taint at all costs. Now hunt.”

At those orders, the chromehounds spring out and begin to course through the farmlands, hunting for prey. A single chromehound can be handled by a Drifter on their own, but the danger is how often they hunt in pairs or in packs; in that case, a Drifter will need help to either fight or flee from them.

Those in the midst of Kitsune or Taurus changes will also need to deal with a howl the hounds send out; it is pitched at a fight or flight frequency designed to distress monsters. Either by causing intense bouts of fear, or near blinding rage. The intent is to flush any Kitsune and Taurus out of hiding and into the jaws of waiting chomehounds… Though hounds don’t account for monsters also having pack.
06: CUCCO WARNING
There's one more oddity at the farm; one that isn't immediately hostile to newcomers, though it does regard them with curiosity. It takes the form of a rather innocent (and slightly vapid looking) chicken. Many of them roam the farmstead, trying to avoid any conflict.

A few of them even gather around an abandoned pie eating booth and peck at the remarkably well preserved pies. They might even be willing to share. (And the pies themselves are still edible and tasty, somehow.)

But this good will and tolerance can swiftly come to an end if they are attacked. If agitated, the cuccos can summon more of themselves to swarm the threat, causing plenty of pecks, scratches, and assorted injuries. There's even a ruined scarecrow laying nearby, torn to death by little beaks to show how dangerous they can be.

They also don't take kindly to threats from other denizens of the farm; the robot dogs, scarecrows, and some of the angrier farm life can quickly learn that the hard way!
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.

Snow Warning: Mountains rise above both farmlands and forest, and it seems clear that the road leads on towards them. It might be wise to plunder the nearby garage and farmhouses for any winter wear, before going further.

Food Forage: The local fields hold supplies… Some of them unconventional thanks to the Moon Warps. It’s probably best not to ask why corndogs are growing on corn stalks, but they’re still edible enough.

Misty Step: Sometimes the gloom and mist can do strange things to one’s perception, and stride. Walking into the mist can easily tun a Drifter around and place them in a spot they weren’t intending to go: whether that’s back in the garage, in the middle of the approaching Convoy, the middle of a field, or maybe somewhere else entirely!

Holy Cow-Car, Batman: One last quirk of the region, is that occasionally the vehicles here (including Drifter vehicles) seem to have a mind of their own. And that mind is similar to a cow. The vehicles can be found wandering in fenced off grassy areas, flattening grass to a degree where it appears to be eaten.

The vehicles are at least fairly docile, and once they are removed from the fencing revert to being normal cars/motorcycles/etc. But until then, they retain that odd quirk.

NAVIGATION || RESERVES || APPLICATIONS










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Joseph Kavinsky | The Raven Cycle

[personal profile] burnyoudown 2025-11-09 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: I'll also match prose if you prefer! Either format is a-okay with me <3]

I. Summoning Circle

[Kavinsky had woken up in some strange places before, but this was a new one. Being shirtless wasn't going to do him any favors considering the temperature he noticed even before his eyes were open. The sweat from the heat of a Virginia summer had turned to a cold chill on his skin--pale, no scars, no tattoos--and combined with the wet, cold concrete underneath him.

Sitting up, he pushed his white rimmed sunglasses up to perch on top his head, against his dark hair. His exposed skin was flecked with small bits of black rubber, though shredded pieces of tires was the least of his concerns right now. He pushed himself to his feet, taking stock of his surroundings, and then his eyes dropped to the ground around where he was standing.]


Huh.

[Well, if someone had wanted to summon a monster...he couldn't say they hadn't gotten what they wanted. Because this sure as hell looked like something he'd seen in some horror movie or other that Skov would pick out for movie nights.

He patted the pockets of his jeans next, making sure everything that'd been there before still was. Satisfied with his discovery, he stepped out of the ring of candles--and immediately ended up under a leaky spot of the roof. Ice cold water hit his face, rolling down his neck, then his skinny chest, a few drops catching in the links of his gold chain necklace.]


Fuck.

[Kavinsky might not have been a huge fan of the sweltering summers in Henrietta, but he was admittedly better suited for them then being shirtless in this weather. He wiped the water from his face, warily eyeing the ceiling for a moment before making his way to the nearest door so he could have a look outside.]

The fuck is all this?

II. Start Up

[It hadn't been difficult at all for Kavinsky to locate his car; the white Mitsubishi Evo would be recognizable anywhere, especially with the large knife decal splashed across one side. When he circled around the back of it, the familiar license plate--thief--sealed it. Except when it made it around to the other side, he saw the front wheel on the passenger side had been slashed open. Honestly? That was the last thing he needed to see right now.

Crouching down, he touched his fingers to the edges of the long slash in the tire. It was ragged, and he didn't immediately have any ideas of what could have caused the damage. He also didn't immediately have any idea how he was going to get the tire swapped out. It wasn't like he had the equipment for it, or a new tire. There was a reason he paid actual mechanics good money to do whatever needed to be done with his car.

Straightening back up, still shirtless, he looked around, hoping someone, anyone, would be close enough for him to catch their attention.]


Hey, could I get a hand? Got a fucked up flat here.

III. Moon Warp

[At the very least, he'd finally managed to get his hands on a shirt, a plain t-shirt that was baggy on him, but it was better than having nothing at all. The rain had stopped for now, and he'd decided to take advantage of that to take a better look around outside.

The scarecrows very obviously seemed suspicious to him, but that didn't stop him entirely from wandering along relatively close to them. He just made sure to keep an eye on them as he went. So he ended up being far too close to one when it suddenly pulsed with light and then exploded. Kavinsky might have been a fan of fire and explosions, but exploding scarecrows weren't on that list.

Yelping, he staggered back from the remains of the scarecrow, tripping and landing on his ass. Right about the same time, coincidentally, that flames burst around his hands, licking up his wrists. He expected it to hurt, but it didn't, and probably the only reason he didn't set the grass on fire around him was because it was all so damp from rain and mist.

He lifted his hands, staring at them, then turned them over to look at the backs while the flames continued to dance over his skin. As he watched, they started to dwindle, dying down, but he felt...different in a way he couldn't put his finger on, exactly.]


Sure. Yeah. This is happening.

IV. Cucco Warning

[Anyone who knew him probably wouldn't consider Kavinsky someone who was good with animals. Or people. But here he was, settled in comfortably at the abandoned pie eating booth, leaning against one side of it while he ate one of the pies with a fork he'd acquired from somewhere.

The cuccos? Well, they didn't seem bothered by his presence at the moment. In fact, a few of them lingered close to him, one by his feet, another on the booth's counter, happily accepting little bits of pie crust that he'd pull off and offer to them. Maybe a chill attitude and some generosity were all they needed to be chill themselves. That said, Kavinsky was taking care not to make any sudden movements or anything that might be considered threatening--he wasn't a fool. Mostly.

And when someone approached, he gestured in their direction with his fork.]


Don't spook the chickens. Think they had a part in that.

[He waved his fork in the direction of the pecked apart scarecrow.]

You know how they say something like, a whole bunch of chickens can get together and kill a predator that's trying to pick 'em off? Yeah.
mystic_hands: (*GULP*)

Michelangelo Hamato | Rise of the TMNT (post-movie) | New Player/Character

[personal profile] mystic_hands 2025-11-10 12:05 am (UTC)(link)

1 - Arrival


He's cold.

The shiver that runs through him is hard enough to wake him up and the turtle blinks his bleary eyes open. He goes reaching for his blanket, thinking he kicked it off in his sleep somehow, only to find that he's actually lying straight up on the floor. Did he fall out of bed somehow?

Pushing himself up to sitting, Michelangelo looks at his dim surroundings, trying to make out what he's looking at when there's a flicker of lightening that flares through the window and throws the room he's in to stark bright contrast for a second.

This is not his bedroom...

"Where..?!" practically squeaked and the turtle is up on his feet, spinning in a circle as he looks around, wildly. There's candles around him in a circle. Oh... oh oh no, that looks like a magic circle he's in. The sound he makes is small and terrified and he bolts out of the circle to press up himself up against the wall, eyes wide in the dim. He knows what those things are! He doesn't wanna get his soul ripped out, thanks!

"What..?!" A distant rumble of thunder before another flash of lightning illuminates the building and Mikey realizes there's a door on the other side, standing slightly askew and open. He edges around the circle of candles like they're going to rise up and devour him, before he sprints, silently, across and out the door.

Straight into the pouring rain.

He squawks at it, pressing back against the building again to the vague bit of shelter under the overhang and stares out at the landscape before him. Sprawling fields and parked vehicles. Some look abandoned. Others maybe not.

He has no idea what's going on and for a moment, he's just frozen in place, staring out at what is definitely not New York city.

"Raph?! Donnie?! Leo?! Dad?!"


2 - Start Up


When he finally stopped panicking so hard, Michelangelo had wandered carefully around, exploring silently and taking everything in. There wasn't anyone trying to come after him right away and certainly nobody cackling and talking about destroying him so he'd settled down quite a bit.

That's when he sees it among all the parked cars.

Bright yellow and orange and green with the surfboard rack on the top! Laying his eyes on it makes Mikey feel a rush of excitement and he's bounded over to press his hands against the door and peer inside it. It's his dream van! The instant he's touched it, he knows it's HIS. He pulls the door open, excitedly, bounding up into the driver's seat and looking around at it. It feels almost familiar somehow?! Like he's supposed to be sitting here. He runs his hands over the steering wheel and then realizes the keys are already in the ignition.

The keychain dangling from it is the familiar shape of the Mad Dogs symbol.

He lifts the keychain up, almost reverently, looking it over as the roll of melancholy rushes through him, too. Whatever's happened, he's here all by himself. Wherever his family could be is a complete mystery at the moment. A second later, he clenches his fist around it and then sits up straighter. Well, if this is his van then he can use it to find them! He grabs the key and turns it.

The engine splutters like it's going to start... coughs... and then dies. His brow furrows deeply and he tries again. The engine turns over with a grumbling roar before it wheezes, painfully, and then stops again.

The next second comes the disappointed wail.

"Oh, come ON!? I dunno anything about engines!?"


3 - Wildcard


[ Wildcard: Do you have an idea for something you could toss at Michelangelo? Feel free! I'll happily roll with it~ Also hi there! I'm Carrie and I'm finally here to give things a try like I've been wanting to! I will match whatever format you prefer for tags, either style is good with me! If you have any questions for me, feel free to come hit me up on Plurk ([plurk.com profile] CarriePika). Or even just to come say hi! I'm always up for making new friends~ ♥ ]
purplexing: (Hmm)

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[personal profile] purplexing 2025-11-10 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
The rain's let up, but even when it had been pouring, it had hardly been enough to stop him from going out. Besides, he could fly higher than the worst of the rain clouds, dipping in and out of the thick of it, riding the wild shifts of the winds. It's exhilarating, and the rolling thunder and the flashes of light below the blanket of clouds is mesmerizing.

But it eventually begins to clear up, and so as the rain lightens, Donnie dips back down beneath the cloudy layer, looking down at the sights below.

Something tugs at the back of his mind, a memory. It's been some time since they've last come across a gas station, and the parked cars is a familiar setup. But there's something else, something deeper, in that nebulous realm of feelings. It's familiar and it pulls him to fly lower.

His sharp eyesight can pick out the details of the cars, but more importantly, the little figure who's poking around the vehicles. It's been months since he'd last seen that coloring, that shell, that shape...

He dives.

It's as Mikey's wailing about engines that something lands on the top of his new ride with a light thump, a shadow peering through the windshield from the rooftop, eyes flaring with a bright purple glow.
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[personal profile] saisdoesmatter 2025-11-10 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Once the convoy came to a stop after the whole circus bullshit and the rain rolled in, he's content to just stick around the encampment. Water didn't really bother him much, but the cold seeps into everyone's bones and he'd much rather stay where it's dry for the time being.

Also it gave him time to get used to his body again after the wild transfer that happened before - he was essentially back to normal, except for the shift of his eyes - black sclera and his green eyes have gone slitted, but otherwise he's back to being a 'normal' mutant turtle.

It isn't until there's definitely a cry - somewhere out past the safety (and dryness) of the convoy that gets his attention. That is definitely his name. And the names of his brothers. Or a set of brothers, since the ones here aren't directly his, but by rights - the turtles have banded together regardless.

He's out into the rain before he really thinks too much about it. It doesn't sound like his brother but there's only one name that wasn't called out there, so he's cupping his hands around his mouth to call out. Maybe it was a long shot but...

"Mikey!? Where you at!?"
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[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-11-10 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
A strange blur of black and white passes overhead. If Mikey turns his gaze upward, he'll find a peculiar creature perched above. Really, he's not unlike a mutant, with how animalistic he appears. Though his eyes carry a trace of humanity, the feathers, snout, horns, and more eclipses said humanity.

"Ah, another turtle." His ears flick forward with interest. "Donatello, Raphael, and Leonardo are all here, although I can't guarantee that they are the versions you're accustomed to." He chuckles. "Raphael is from a different dimension than the others."
mystic_hands: (*GULP*)

THANKS FOR THE HEART ATTACK BRO

[personal profile] mystic_hands 2025-11-10 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
There's a second there where Michelangelo can feel something. It's a niggle in his shell. One that rises, swiftly, to feel like eyes on the back of his neck. He looks around, quickly, no longer trying to get the engine to start. His senses are on alert as he listens, staying still and quiet on the driver's seat now.

Wait, that's a familiar feeling! He knows what that--!!

The thump on top of the van startles him and the next second he finds himself faced with some kind of dark shadow peering at him and being pierced by wide, glowing purple eyes. So he does the first thing that comes to mind.

He screams.

And slams on the horn.
purplexing: (victoryy..?)

Anytime bro

[personal profile] purplexing 2025-11-10 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
He knows that scream anywhere.

The horn, however is unexpected, startling him enough for a direct wire to his instinct to flee. Donnie pushes off the roof in a flurry of feathers, back into the air and safety.

He doesn't go far though, circling once he catches the wind again. He can't go far, because down below is one of his own. And he's...not sure what to feel about that. He'll sort it out later, but right now, he's happy, because family is here, his little brother is here.

Mikey might get an odd sensation, a pulse of happiness that seems very misplaced given his own current emotions.
mystic_hands: (*fingerpoke*)

Y HALO THAR NEW BRO

[personal profile] mystic_hands 2025-11-10 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
He's been edging around the building, staying out of the rain best he can, eyes and senses sharp for anything nasty that might be around. There doesn't seem to be much at all except cars and fields, though. Maybe some... uh... cattle? he thinks?

The voice calling his name has him straightening up, sharply. He doesn't really recognize it but that's his name!

"Here! I'm over here!" he yells back, already trying to follow the direction it's coming, weaving rapidly around the building again to see if he can spot whoever it is. "Where are you?!"
mystic_hands: (*fingerpoke*)

[personal profile] mystic_hands 2025-11-10 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
The blur of something overhead has Mikey yelping and ducking down and back as tight against the building as he can. He slides into the shallow shadows available as much as possible, looking around wildly as there's suddenly a voice.

What he finally lays his gaze on has him blinking in surprise. A youkai?! That's what his brain guesses anyways. It's the names, though, that have him straightening up again, quickly.

"Wait, you know my bros?!" he says, though he's totally confused. He's never seen this person before in his life! But that doesn't matter, he needs to find his family! "Where are they?! Have you seen them?!"
mystic_hands: (*fingerpoke*)

[personal profile] mystic_hands 2025-11-10 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever it is takes off again and Mikey eventually stops pressing on the horn to scramble for the door handle, instead. He slams it shut and slaps the lock, all on instinct, scrunching down into the seat and half into his shell as he does. He stays very still, breathing hard, staring out at the rainy dim as his heart races furiously.

But why does he feel happy about it?!

His head lifts from his shell a little bit in confusion, peering around through the windows of the van. He... he can feel that! It... It feels familiar, too! It's a little bit like how he knows whenever one of his brothers is about to enter the room! He leans forward, cautiously, trying to get a better look. Are they out there somewhere, then?! What if that thing he just saw is dangerous?!

"... oh no... okay, c'mon Mikey, you can do this..!" he murmurs to himself and carefully opens the door again to try and slip outside, quietly.
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[personal profile] purplexing 2025-11-10 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
That's him, that's his little brother! Donnie continues to circle, watching as Mikey cautiously extracts himself from the vehicle. He manages to keep from diving again, knowing it won't do any good to scare him back into the car, not that that would keep Donnie out for long. But he doesn't want to scare Mikey either.

Why is Mikey scared? There's a blip in his eagerness, rational thought trying to climb back into the driver's seat, shove the simpler instincts of his creature-self to the side, but it fights back.

No, Mikey is here, Mikey is scared, must protect brother, protect family-

Once the box turtle steps away from the vehicle, the harpy-turtle drops down from the sky again, spiraling so that he lands more gently on the rooftop of the van with hardly a sound.
undyingcrow: (calm)

[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-11-10 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"They should be close, though their appearances have... changed, since their arrival." Hm, how much should he disclose? He brings a hand to his chin, contemplative. "The flow of time may not match what you expect. Leonardo has been here for more than half a year, for instance."
saisdoesmatter: (HUH? WHAT? LEO'S TRAPPED IN A WELL?)

HI BABY LIL BRO

[personal profile] saisdoesmatter 2025-11-10 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Scouting the area in rain isn't the easiest thing to do, but it doesn't deter him from going. If this is Donnie and Leo's little brother, then they'll want him safe and sound in case there's any random critters in the neighborhood that might want to chew on him.

Granted, it could be a trap too - there's been plenty of those around, but he gets a response. It's a bit further off, near some of the forgotten cars and another garage, so he's heading that way when he hears a confirmation.

"Over here!"

Weaving in between cars isn't going to help line of sight, so he scurries up one to get a better vantage point, squinting out toward where he thinks he heard the other turtle.

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wildcard kinda

[personal profile] faceguy 2025-11-10 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
By now, Mikey has likely heard that his older brothers are here. Leo, however, doesn't have the reverse information.

It's dangerous for him to be outside during the day, so as usual he spent the days travel in the Turtle Tank, waiting for them to stop. Once it did, he portaled over to the dining car to spend a bit of time there, chatting with those who came to dinner. He'd heard from them that they'd stopped at a gas station, which invariably meant new arrivals, but he's not gone to check yet. He thinks Donnie will come find him if there's anyone important out there.

Though, he isn't properly accounting for Donnie's new and more animal instincts, or his lack of phone for texting.

So he doesn't know that Mikey is here. And that means when Mikey finally makes his own way inside the convoy, Leo stops dead in his tracks, gaping at his little brother like he's just seen a ghost.

Though maybe it's the other way around. Leo's skin is pale and sickly, his eyes a bit sunken into his face. The worst of the holes in his shell are covered up now by the battleshell Donnie made to cover his back, though there's still webbing to cover the gap in his front, and some of the shell around his shoulder is noticeably broken, as well. And his eyes have changed from dark brown to a very pale blue, practically shining.

"...Mikey...?"

Believe it or not, this is going slightly better than his reaction to Donnie showing up.
mystic_hands: (*fingerpoke*)

[personal profile] mystic_hands 2025-11-10 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Mikey doesn't bother to shut the van door completely so it won't make any noise. He still... feels that familiar thing. It's something he always kind of had, before, but ever since he and his bros got their Ninpo, it's been stronger. It's a warm little feeling in his chest that just lets him know one of them is somewhere near by.

Maybe they're in trouble?!

He looks around, eyes and senses sharp, trying to keep an eye out for whatever the purple eyed shadow was. He's scared but he's gotta find his brothers! He moves forward, silently, not aware he's being watched just yet.

"... R-Raph? ... Leo? ... Donnie?" he whispers, cautiously, hoping maybe one of them will hear.
purplexing: (team b's up)

[personal profile] purplexing 2025-11-10 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Donnie's tail swishes back and forth as he perches there.

Poor Mikey, he looks lost, but why wouldn't he? It's a terrible thing, waking up alone and in an alien place. He won't be left alone any longer though.

The winged turtle perks as he hears his name, that brightness pulsing from his mind again, this time accompanied with a name.

Mikey!

Donnie can't stay put a moment longer. He pushes off the car and flies in for a tackle.
Edited 2025-11-10 02:20 (UTC)
mystic_hands: (*GULP*)

[personal profile] mystic_hands 2025-11-10 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
The rumble of thunder in the distance sends a shiver through Mikey again. The rain is cold and it wants to seep into his shell. He doesn't wanna go back inside that building with the soul-sucking circle in it but he doesn't want to be out here anymore, either!

The figure suddenly standing on one of the cars catches his eye and he perks up. That looks familiar! At least... kinda?? Maybe it's the distance, maybe it's the rain, but it doesn't look totally right. Still, the shape of it says 'turtle' to him and that means it's gotta be one of his bros!

"Oh thank gosh! What's going on?! Where are we?!" he's calling already as he races in that direction, hopping up onto the cars himself so he can get there in a more direct line.

But he slows down and then skids to a stop on one of the car roofs and stares. That's not any of his bros!

"... w-wait, who are you?!"
mystic_hands: (...wtf??)

[personal profile] mystic_hands 2025-11-10 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
The orange clad turtle stares up at the stranger in open disbelief. He's just gaping like that for a moment before his brows furrow together.

"What do you mean 'half a year'?! I just saw him before I went to bed! We were watching Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Galaxies!"
mystic_hands: (*fingerpoke*)

HELLO THERE DED BRO!

[personal profile] mystic_hands 2025-11-10 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Michelangelo has no idea what's going on! To say he's confused would be the biggest understatement of the century! And he hasn't even been alive for one yet! He's got so many questions and it feels like the answers aren't making any sense, either! Some kind of a group traveling in a bunch of cars?! Monsters or something?! Trying to find Nirvana?!

Everything is such a tangle in his head, Mikey has just been kind of moving in a haze as he follows along where he's been lead to.

His head snaps up at the familiar voice saying his name.

He stares only for a second before he bolts over without even thinking. He doesn't register any of the changes for the first second, all his brain really registers is 'Leonardo'.

"Leo?! Leo!! Ohmigosh you're okay!"

Already throwing his arms around the other turtle to grab hold of him, heedless of the abnormalities. He's overwhelmed and scared and Leon means safety!
saisdoesmatter: (Up To No Good)

[personal profile] saisdoesmatter 2025-11-10 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
When he spots the other damp turtle, he's sees the familiar orange rushing over. That's good enough to him - this turtle's definitely NOT his little brother - far too skinny, so he figures that it might be the other turtles' little brother. Or a different one entirely.

He stays put so this Mikey can meet him halfway, the rain making the top of the car slippery as waits, then hops down from his perch and hitting the ground easily. When he straightens, he gives the other Mikey a little grin, his tattered red bandanna tails sticking to his shoulders from the wet around them.

"M'Raph. C'mon - this way. We'll getcha outta this damned rain fer starters. The others'll be glad to see you m'sure."
undyingcrow: (thinking)

[personal profile] undyingcrow 2025-11-10 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
He arches a brow. Jupiter Jim, eh? Not a series he's familiar with, but clearly some manner of science fiction...

Well, that's a question for another time. "Indeed. But, if you're a fan of science fiction, then you could think of it like temporal discrepancies brought about by jumping between dimensions. Or, to put it another way, the flow of time likely functions closer to portal fantasy stories, where the 'other world's' time does not match the ordinary world."

Sorry, Mikey. You're talking to a nerd.
mystic_hands: (*GULP*)

[personal profile] mystic_hands 2025-11-10 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
The smaller turtle perks up immediately on feeling his name.

Wait, feeling?! He heard it, didn't he? But that wasn't in his ears, was it...? And he knows the voice.

"Donnie?!"

He turns to try and spot his brother but all he sees is the shadow again. Spread wings, swooping and broad and his eyes go wide as the scream tears out of him all over again. He POPS into his shell, the whole thing sealing up tight as he gets grabbed by the big shadowy monster. He's gonna die!!
faceguy: (blew them all away)

HELLO ALIVE BRO!!

[personal profile] faceguy 2025-11-10 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
The emotions Leo feels as Mikey throws his arms around him are all over the place, and it takes Leo a second to sort them all out. There's fear, because the last person he wanted to experience this terrible place is his precious little brother, who out of all of them kept his shine no matter what their family went through. There's trepidation, because he isn't the person he was the last time he saw Mikey, physically or mentally, and he's always nervous letting new people see it. There's shame, about the things he's put his family through, that he might put them through here. But above it all, there's a rising joy in his chest, because he's missed Mikey so much, and finally he's here, and Leo can hug him and not let go.

Which is what he does. Because no matter what, he's Mikey's big brother first and foremost, and he'll always do everything he can to keep him safe and happy.

(Unless he's doing the teasing, of course.)

"Hey, Miguel," he says, with so much fondness, and no he's definitely not choked up! He's so cool and suave and awesome all the time! "'Course I'm okay. How about you?"
purplexing: (hm?)

[personal profile] purplexing 2025-11-10 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
That scream jars horribly with whatever happy reunion Donnie had in mind, but there's no stopping now. The two go tumbling, and once they come out of it, Donnie's got his arms wrapped around the familiar shape of Mikey's shell.

He makes a confused sound for the lack of limbs and more importantly, head. It doesn't keep him from curling around the shell, peering into the opening where Mikey's head has disappeared into. At least Donnie's eyes aren't glowing at the moment.

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