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Connect This Space Between

WHO: Donnie and you..?!
WHERE: The Warrens
WHAT: Taking things one step at a time...
WHEN: Post volcano eruption
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match tag format.

i. hanging in there
The trip down had more or less been a mechanical process. Just follow everyone down, one foot in front of the other. For all that he's observed, the whole matter of a volcanic explosion happening somewhere overhead was still a difficult thing to process, or perhaps it was just everything else with that just topping it all off. He'd traveled in uncharacteristic silence, just waiting for that last straw that would possibly make him snap.

Thankfully he's been able to hold it together. Fresh water helps, and having other things to mind has kept his thoughts from spiraling completely out of control. It might be an odd sight to see a humanoid turtle carrying a makeshift tank with some kind of local alien turtleish creature in it, but Donnie's clung to it like a lifeline. And then there's DATA, Tony's strange little robot-spy-camera who's apparently been demoted to a cantaloupe as Donnie's chosen method of carrying him along is by a net-like bag. But now there's space and they can rest, so they're set down while the teenage turtle tries to get some feeling back in his fingers as he slowly allows himself to start assessing their new surroundings. Data collection usually helps him relax.

ii. like mapping out dungeons
Being underground isn't really a problem for him. He's more or less lived underground all his life, and compared to the sewers of New York, this is far less complicated to navigate.

Donnie takes to mapping things out, wandering the strange tunnels. He hasn't yet managed to cobble together a replacement computer for the one he sorely misses wearing on his arm, so he's doing things the old-fashioned way, with pencil and paper. He's tackling things in sections, intent on working out every possible direction down one way before he'll commit to the next. Which will explain his absence from the main area at given times. This may not be some technical project to work on, but he's approaching it the same way, completely caught up in his findings.

Someone might want to make sure he remembers to eat or you know, sleep.

iii. no time for idle hands
If he'd been completely without some sort of access to tech he might have lost it by now. At least here the atmosphere is much more inviting than Calibrations. But it also means there's no doors he can close when he wants to keep to himself and work on things. Not that he's finding himself too bothered by people.

His main concern is potential fire hazards, and what with moss and mats everywhere, at times Donnie gathers up some of his things and relocates himself down some tunnel or another where there's less of a risk of burning anything when he tries to do some circuitry work or welding.

iv. aces wild
Choose your own adventure! Throw me a starter or whatever.

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Tony breathed a laugh and rolled his eyes up to the ceiling to relinquish the evidently ineffective point he was trying to make, then gave a nod of understanding with a tick of his own grimace, yeah, he could understand not wanting anyone going through the shop. Maybe that was the more effective path. "Anything else you're glad you don't have to worry about anymore?" he asked. Plenty of things to miss and feel homesick about were never going to be overpowered by the relief from petty grievances, but Tony had convinced himself pretty well that he was better off here and sometimes that helped him sleep. "I don't miss taxes. Accountants, in general."

That...was a tough one, Donnie would have to admit. "Thankfully I've never had to deal with either. Guess that comes with living in a sewer, which I guess I don't miss the smell..." Unfortunately he didn't have much to compare to for the better when it came to living in a sewer and living...here.

At least he'd stopped hugging his knees, instead drumming his fingers against his purple kneepads.

"......"

It was telling when he was coming up short with answers. He'd been pretty content with his life. Go figure it took being dropped on a practically deserted alien planet to realize these things.

Okay, maybe that was worse. It didn't look worse. Was it worse? Tony was still holding his knees so his restless tapping wasn't so obvious as the silence stretched on and it became clear that there really wasn't anything that Donnie could think to dislike that much about life on Earth compared to a weird alien tunnel with sparse food and communal showers.

Abruptly, Tony tried to spur on, "That bodega at 16th and 8th that has the hole in the floor. Pretty sure that's where they get the water for their coffee." Maybe Donnie didn't know anything about those kind of things either. "This gal I knew in grade school who called me a sissy after hitting me in the face with a baseball. She was twice my age, I mean, please. I think I was doing alright."

"There's this one pizza place, claims it's New York pizza but it so isn't, I think they're from out of town, you can tell," Donnie attempted, half-heartedly. "...I'm not sure I follow this chain of events- was it because of whatever reaction you had to getting a baseball thrown in your face that she called you a sissy and why'd she even do something like that?"

"Oh! Things I do not miss- The Purple Dragons. Those guys really get on my nerves but I usually get the upperhand on them for the most part."

Now there was something Tony could get passionate about, hands already up in clawed frustration to commiserate, "There's one of those right at the edge of Little Italy, shameless, always full of tourists, and this wizard I know down there insists on still ordering. I hope it gives him the runs. Wizards."

He had much less passions about the girls who tortured him in his life, and a lot more resignation that took some of that heat out of him to tip his head back against the wall and explain, "She was pitching. Can't even really blame her aim, I was pretty small, she was kind of right. Still don't miss her."

Very slightly, he tilted his head to give Donnie a sidelong look, taking another wild swing in his life and asking, "Do you have a nemesis?"

"Eyew, well there's the problem, clearly, he's a wizard."

Not that Donnie personally knew any wizards outside of the random wizard cosplayers that for whatever reason he saw around the city.

Dismal sports experiences. He nodded solemnly, finding it somewhat relatable, even if he'd never played with anyone outside of his brothers, although that was more than enough. Sports were definitely not his strong-point, but at least he tried!

"Nemesis? Yuck, I wouldn't go that far, but I mean... Well okay, my friend and I may have gotten them house-arrested after foiling their big plan to gain access codes that'd give them free reign across practically every computer using a specific processor so they kind of have some beef with me I guess."

"Once you throw down with someone more than three times, you're kind of in the nemesis bracket," Tony pointed out, because Donnie had said 'usually', somewhat apologetically. There were a few idiots who couldn't seem to help themselves that Tony would find incredibly humiliating to call a nemesis as well. Belatedly, he sat up with attention, hands on his knees to look even more dubious as he acknowledged, "You do have friends." Either here or back on Earth, Donnie hadn't made it sound like he had a flourishing social life.

He was ticking off encounters in his head as Tony spoke. "They're a high school tech club that I may or may not have tried to join on the account of their glorious purple satin jackets but that was before I found out that they were delinquents!"

Huffing, Donnie folded his arms. He was still a little sore about that. The jacket, that is, he absolutely adored that jacket.

"A few, I guess. I can count them on one hand, it's not a huge list. And April's our only human friend but she's basically family by this point."

Tony repeated, "Our friend," under his voice with an exaggerated nod of understanding, which he would have to come back to because Donnie had slipped in another phrase that Tony was led to believe he shouldn't expect. "You're in high school and the worst thing you can think about Earth is bad pizza? I did high school for less than a year and I was lonelier then than when I was homeless. Than I am here."

"What, no, it's April's high school, I just sneak in now and then to help her with homework but ohmygosh I'd love to go to high school! Or any school! How could you not like high school, you get to learn things!!"

Either his belief of how school should be was highly skewed or Tony just had terrible experiences. Then again Donnie wasn't really wanting to go for the social part of it. Well, maybe that factored in too. After all, if you did amazingly in high school then you were bound to be acknowledged for your superb intellect, right?

He promptly deflated as Tony's words sunk in. That was a lot there, even if it was one sentence.

It was possible that Tony could understand how that might sound fun to a very curious person living underground. It might even be possible to manufacture that idealized experience, so after Tony gave another soft laugh, watching Donnie narrowly, he offered gently, "You wanna go to high school?" It wasn't a terrible idea; it seemed like another kid was showing up here every day, and Donnie wasn't the only one who had a particular feeling about it. "I'll even do you one better, if there's someone you want to 'help with their homework'," Tony added, eyebrows raised expectantly.

"High school, maybe college- would high school be too easy? I don't know... I guess I'd technically need high school experience to go to college, is that how it works? Or is that just for jobs..."

Donnie's mood had picked up a bit, although only slightly because school was still a far concept, much more so, here. He blinked before eyeing Tony suspiciously.

"Whaaaat are you getting at exactly."

Tony gave another soft laugh and hoped it would help Donnie catch on as he said, "It can work any way you want it to. You could even teach a class or two, if you don't get too much homework."

He held up his hands innocently at Donnie's pressing, though, not any more forthcoming as he said, "Just an offer."

"I don't know, the me-teaching part kind of defeats the purpose of going to school, doesn't it? ...also is P.E. mandatory?" Sports were not Donnie's forte, as much as he didn't mind playing them.

His lips twisted in uncertainty as he continued to eye Tony. "...are we still having the same conversation?"

"Fine, okay, you can be a an obedient, little pupil, just like everyone else," Tony allowed, waving his hands then to discharge any other suggestions he might have had that would intrude on Donnie's incredibly typical educational experience. "We'll get you uniforms and everything, you'll look very smart, sweetheart."

As for his questions, Tony was still committed, and only said, "It's an important part of the high school experience, you won't be getting the full effect without it."

Donnie doubted everyone was obedient and wasn't so naive to think that everyone who went to school loved it, but he still very much wished he could go. "Bonus points if the uniforms have purple in it," he had to add. What, it was his thing!

The arch of his brow suggested he didn't believe whatever Tony was getting at despite still not quite having an idea of what exactly that was.

Although he had no way of guaranteeing any colour selection, Tony nodded sagely as though Donnie was making important structural requests, and said, "Those kind of decisions are one of the perks of getting in on the ground floor. You have strong business instincts." Obviously, Tony would not make a very good educator. In fact, he was going to figure out who would actually listen to him to get the kids something to do with their days down here. His options were pretty dire, and all of the playful confidence he had while teasing Donnie seeped out of him, leaving him slouched against the wall and picking at the seams of his clothes. He had to find some way to rally, and landed on, "I'm sure your crush looks great in purple."

One's appearance was always an important structural decision!

"Well, Atomic Lass does look pretty good in it, I'll admit," Donnie sighed, somewhat melodramatically. "Unfortunately she's fictional and the one I got to dance with in Times Square was just one of the mascots who turned out to be a mutant roach."

"Hate when that happens," Tony muttered, trying to look very composed and worldly despite a very visceral reaction to the idea of a mutant roach the size of a dance partner. He couldn't help it and shuddered, lip raised and all of his fingers finally stilled for a tense moment in his horror. "Hate roaches," he added, as though that wasn't obvious. He couldn't let that moment of vulnerability stand, though. "How do you expect to do high school without an embarrassing crush? We're not finding a cockroach for you, I won't have it."

"Oh man, they were the worst, there were several of them and they were stealing people's wallets!" Donnie was in full agreement there, little roaches were bad enough but not unbearable at least.

He paused then, giving Tony a flat look. "Okay, I appreciate not going the roach angle- not my type anyway but don't you need to actually be in high school first for that sort of thing? Look, you already know my social circle pretty much consists of the fam."

Naturally, the giant cockroaches were not doing anything galaxy-ending enough to justify just how much Tony didn't like them, either. That sort of thing could really ruin a person's life, though, so in this case he could see the argument for sending every one of them to the Negative Zone. "I take it I have you to thank for never having met the things myself," Tony acknowledged with a respectful bow of his head. That was true heroism.

A hero wasn't always the most attentive, though, so Tony wasn't that surprised that he had to ask, "What do you think we've been talking about this whole time? You and the rest of these kids can't just miss out on learning calculus because you were kidnapped, getting back to your normal life is going to be hard enough."

"Sure, just don't get too cozy with the street mascots out in Times Square," Donnie advised. Just in case. He and his brothers hadn't since had encounters with any mutant roaches, but then they hadn't had to scrabble some money together to buy their dad any new clothes lately either.

"...I thought we were talking about school-school, like...classes and learning and I don't know, I guess smelly gym socks? But mostly the learning! -do they teach beyond calculus level?"

"I'm sure we can rustle up someone here that's willing to teach you dynamical systems," Tony said, not sure if Donnie understood still yet, and if he did, whether he was actually on board despite the non-traditional experience they would be limited to. "There might be at least one person with more practical experience than you back in that room. The population here is extraordinarily brilliant, as if being beautiful wasn't enough for them."

The connections were still in progress, his tendency to overthink knotting itself in this nebulous potential of going to school. He followed the tangle instead of obvious, but was finally forced to abandon it, pick up the limp thread he'd overlooked, study the potential there, albeit with perhaps a little less enthusiasm because once again, there were limitations, given parameters to work in.

But it was something, and that was better than lamenting about losses. Donnie grasped that thread hard, pulling himself out of another dip in his mood. Emotions were annoying.

"I guess anything's possible. Not like I've had extensive conversations with people about potential teaching credentials or scholarly interests in general."

What enthusiasm. Tony snorted, and suggested, "Try not to intimidate them too much," because they didn't have that many people willing to take on the teaching task in the first place. With a flick of a finger toward the machine, he said, "First big project can be figuring out how to get hands on this thing. Or maybe that can be your club activity. I don't know, there's going to be some crossover, better keep an open mind."

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