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revivalproject2024-01-10 07:29 pm
thepurpleone) wrote in revivalproject2024-01-10 07:29 pm
Don't Eat Yellow Snow
WHO: Donnie and yooou
WHERE: Not-Hoth
WHAT: Baby it's cold outside
WHEN: During Nothmas
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match tag format/preferences
I. Observation
While Donnie has his qualms about the sturdiness of the structures they've been provided with as shelter for their winter exile, there doesn't look to be much by way of options. By default he chooses the one with the most purple decorating the outside (shh! No one saw him licking the building), perhaps low-key pleased that there's purple on the inside as well, even if it isn't completely to his aesthetics, but at least the color's not bad. He takes one look at the clothes in the dressers and figures it's probably some previous inhabitant's, thinking no more on that matter.
It's still strange to finally be in the same breathing space as the Agrii. Donnie wanders the weird village in his snow gear to observe their alien abductors. Take some selfies in front of the fabulous tree. Surreptitiously throw a snowball at a hapless Agrii or two and see if he can instigate snowball fights between them. For science.
II. Gift Gremlin
The barn is a curiosity, more so the big questionable robots that seem to be standing guard. Donnie watches from...the roof because that's what ninja do, right? as Agrii drop off gifts. Huh?
Presents are something he hadn't really expected. An Agrii gift exchange? Someone coax this feral boy from the roof so he can get his presents.
III. Second Childhood
a. One day Donnie's communicator is activated, but something's off about the transmission. Since when does Donnie wear glasses? They're quite huge, square-framed, and yes, that is tape over the bridge keeping it in place and string tied around the temples. He peers very closely at the screen as he plays around with it for a bit, having to stop to find his hands now and then because he's all but swimming in a big purple hoodie too many times his size. Eventually he gets tired of this game so he puts the communicator down to go investigate the drawers. Maybe there's him-sized clothes that's put away!
It takes some doing but he finally tugs one open, and perhaps that's when one can really get a sense of just how small the turtle tot is, maybe about two feet high. He starts pulling out sweaters and jackets, more to his size, frowning thoughtfully. Red? Headshake. Blue? No. Orange, that's Mikey's. He makes sure to fold each one up as nicely as he can while he sets them on the floor before looking in the drawer, but he eventually reaches the bottom and finds none for him. Oh.
This is what happens when your dad color codes you.
b. A little lost child in the snow! At least he's bundled up, and by now he doesn't care too much that the jacket he found isn't his color because it's warm and better than nothing. But winter clothes makes it hard to move, the snow, harder still, especially when it comes up past your knees.
He has no idea where he's going and he can't find the cabin he found himself in. It's a bit scary since everything outside is so big and new, not at all familiar like the sewers, not that he's gone very far in them without any of his brothers or his dad. The thought makes him sniffle as he hugs his action figure close. Donnie's not sure where it came from either but he knows Jupiter Jim anywhere! The space hero's poofy plastic afro is fitted in a fishbowl helmet, and he even has karate-chop action! Maybe it's one of his brothers, but right now, it's his emotional support.
WHERE: Not-Hoth
WHAT: Baby it's cold outside
WHEN: During Nothmas
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match tag format/preferences
I. Observation
While Donnie has his qualms about the sturdiness of the structures they've been provided with as shelter for their winter exile, there doesn't look to be much by way of options. By default he chooses the one with the most purple decorating the outside (shh! No one saw him licking the building), perhaps low-key pleased that there's purple on the inside as well, even if it isn't completely to his aesthetics, but at least the color's not bad. He takes one look at the clothes in the dressers and figures it's probably some previous inhabitant's, thinking no more on that matter.
It's still strange to finally be in the same breathing space as the Agrii. Donnie wanders the weird village in his snow gear to observe their alien abductors. Take some selfies in front of the fabulous tree. Surreptitiously throw a snowball at a hapless Agrii or two and see if he can instigate snowball fights between them. For science.
II. Gift Gremlin
The barn is a curiosity, more so the big questionable robots that seem to be standing guard. Donnie watches from...the roof because that's what ninja do, right? as Agrii drop off gifts. Huh?
Presents are something he hadn't really expected. An Agrii gift exchange? Someone coax this feral boy from the roof so he can get his presents.
III. Second Childhood
a. One day Donnie's communicator is activated, but something's off about the transmission. Since when does Donnie wear glasses? They're quite huge, square-framed, and yes, that is tape over the bridge keeping it in place and string tied around the temples. He peers very closely at the screen as he plays around with it for a bit, having to stop to find his hands now and then because he's all but swimming in a big purple hoodie too many times his size. Eventually he gets tired of this game so he puts the communicator down to go investigate the drawers. Maybe there's him-sized clothes that's put away!
It takes some doing but he finally tugs one open, and perhaps that's when one can really get a sense of just how small the turtle tot is, maybe about two feet high. He starts pulling out sweaters and jackets, more to his size, frowning thoughtfully. Red? Headshake. Blue? No. Orange, that's Mikey's. He makes sure to fold each one up as nicely as he can while he sets them on the floor before looking in the drawer, but he eventually reaches the bottom and finds none for him. Oh.
This is what happens when your dad color codes you.
b. A little lost child in the snow! At least he's bundled up, and by now he doesn't care too much that the jacket he found isn't his color because it's warm and better than nothing. But winter clothes makes it hard to move, the snow, harder still, especially when it comes up past your knees.
He has no idea where he's going and he can't find the cabin he found himself in. It's a bit scary since everything outside is so big and new, not at all familiar like the sewers, not that he's gone very far in them without any of his brothers or his dad. The thought makes him sniffle as he hugs his action figure close. Donnie's not sure where it came from either but he knows Jupiter Jim anywhere! The space hero's poofy plastic afro is fitted in a fishbowl helmet, and he even has karate-chop action! Maybe it's one of his brothers, but right now, it's his emotional support.
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"I don't see why they should be evasive about us wanting to get them to help us so we can better help them. I mean, that's kind of the whole reason they brought us here, right? They want their home world back, they get us to fix it, then we can go home." Or...whatever. Whenever. He mentally sweeps the latter under a carpet, not thinking about that now but it's inevitable that he will. Nothing's ever an easy fix anymore. Already he has to work to pry himself away from considering it.
"-I'm sorry, what? You had a party for us?"
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"Don't know fully that they know how to help us help them," he admits with a shrug.
Though the take there was wrong and Tommy laughs.
"No. I had a party themed on you. We've got this cartoon back home that is similar to you guys but not quite. It's why I recognized you. Raph seemed to find it vaguely amusing."
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Hey, a party for them would've been cool. No one's ever thrown them a party before. "Oh," Donnie says, if maybe just a little disappointed. "A cartoon though? Well, I guess that's not a terrible nod of acknowledgment."
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Still, he smiles.
"You guys were my heroes when I was a kid and the world was this big, scary place."
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Tommy gets an amused look then. "Man, Raph would be super happy to know that he's someone's hero. I'll admit, it kinda feels good."
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Tommy laughs. Yeah, Raph had been pretty great.
"We hunted a giant bunny-boar together once. It was really epic."
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"Oh right, different Raphs. I am pretty sure my Raph would not hunt a giant bunny-boar unless it was for hugging."
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It was tasty, though. That was something they could agree on back then.
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"That isn't the Raph I knew. But I'm okay with that. That things are different. Sounds right. People fuck up in talking about who superheroes are back home after all."
That's really a whole thing.
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And yet he wears a red teddy bear onesie to bed and has a collection of stuffed animals. Raph may look big and intimidating but he's a big softy on the inside. Donnie sighs wistfully. His big brother who was prone to panic when he was alone. "...maybe it's a good thing he wasn't here by himself instead."
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But it's good to know it's not weird for people to be different over different dimensions.
"You met Steve Rogers here?"
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So he really gets it. How things can be so different but still be somewhat familiar.
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...also it's cold.
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Because this one hasn't tired to punish Billy for his powers. Not that Tommy knows of.
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The snow's a soft enough landing but it also lets his feet sink in, so right after, he's windmilling his arms to make sure he doesn't fall flat on his face in the stuff.
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So sometimes you treat them similarly, and sometimes they're super different. Tommy drops too and lands next to Donnie and smiles. His hand reaches to touch Donnie's back to stabilize him too.
"There, you okay?"
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"-yeah, thanks. Snow, right?" he says once he's regained his balance. He steps back where he won't be half sunk into it.
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Because Tommy hates this stuff. And the cold. Let him hide out, thanks.
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"Sure. See you around," he says, looking back towards the barn. Well, he'll just investigate this a little further before retreating to his ridiculous cabin.
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