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[purplexing]

You're conversing with Donatello-

Juuuust not this exact second. Please rank your call by number of priority and I'll get back to you accordingly.

1 - A technical emergency

2 - General inquiry

3 - Miscellaneous

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Text; un: Accelerator; a day or two after the training session

[levelshift]

[Rank your call... well, alright.]

3.

[What follows is some feedback for the crutch - more personal preference stuff that Donnie wouldn't have necessarily picked up via measurements and analysis. Included is the suggestion to use four feet for greater stability, and a much cooler-looking arm cuff design.

Sue him, his current one is super lame-looking. If he has to use a crutch it might as well look sick as hell.]

[purplexing]

[He is going to have to agree on the aesthetics of that default crutch.

It's actually...nice? Having someone actually giving him some preferences and feedback in general for what they might expect. After all, Donnie's not the one who's going to be using this thing. But he wants to make it right. And most importantly, he wants to make it awesome.

It might be scary how fast he whips up some "rough" schematics, but before the day is over, he sends over a screenshot of what he has in mind, with the esper's suggestions included. Build notes mention it will have a titanium body.]

[levelshift]

[Ohhh, this is really cool. Far beyond what he deserves, of course, but it'll make getting around easier and he won't have to worry about situations where he loses or leaves his current crutch elsewhere. Accelerator isn't expecting to receive schematics so fast, so he's impressed. And kind of excited, though he's trying to keep those feelings tempered.]

At this rate you're really going to piss off my doctor back in Academy City.

[He was the guy who gave him the first crutch, and this one is going to be leagues better.]

[purplexing]

That sounds like more of a "them" problem.

I miss anything? Or is there anything else you might've thought of to add?

text; un: Accelerator

[levelshift]

[So the only people who know where Accelerator is living are the Society, since they provided him the apartment, and Lofty Heights, since an address was required for registration. He hasn't bothered to tell anyone else, he barely knows anyone in this world despite being here for months, so it's never come up.

So why is there a cactus sitting on the kitchen table when he comes home from work one day?

His first assumption is that it's a threat, but if it is it's a really dumb one. Besides, his apartment hasn't been trashed like it would've been back home. The only thing out of place is the cactus.

Then it hits him. Honestly, it should've been his first guess. Exasperatedly, he messages Donnie.]

2

Did you seriously fucking follow me home to find my address one day, then break in when I was out and leave me a goddamn plant?

[purplexing]

Sounds like you figured it all out so are you still expecting an answer or was that rhetorical?





Also, you're welcome.

[levelshift]

Looking for confirmation that my assumption is right.

[Which... Great. He was right on the money.]

What the hell am I supposed to do with this thing?

[purplexing]

[So now what're you gonna do about it, 'celly?]

Oh, glad you asked. Although that just tells me that you haven't moved it and so have not noticed the directions I wrote and left underneath the pot. Still, I will be happy to enlighten you.

Firstly, cactus of the Mammillaria family are, as with most cacti, a hardy specimen so minimal care is required.

It does require at least 4 hours of sunlight so unless you live like a bat, please leave it in a spot near a window where it can be appeased.

Watering does not have to be frequent, even less so in the winter, only when the dirt is dry. Once every two weeks should suffice.

Text | U/N: DrJiminy

[contocricket]

You all right, Donnie?

[It's a simple message, but Archie doesn't really know what else to ask. Pongo's head is resting on his lap as he pets the dog. They're still at the hotel for the moment, Archie scrambling to think of what to do now.]

[purplexing]

Honestly? Been better.

Everything still good with you and Pongo? Still at the hotel?

[contocricket]

We're okay for the moment. Still at the hotel. I was going to be joining someone at her practice here in Central, but that fell through when her building came down. Trying to come up with a new plan.

Anything I can do to help?

[purplexing]

Her building? Did she get caught up in those explosions too?

[Not a particular experience he'd care to share with anyone.]

Just been lying low for now. Was kind of out of commission for a while.

text | his turn for harassment!!!

[phobulus]

found your brother a bike

( definitely the important part here, definitely not just checking in because he worries and likes you, you time traveling twerp. )

GASP THE NERVE

[purplexing]

[He'd never admit how happy he is to get texts from gramps because that'd be too close to admitting he has feelings.]

Oh sweet. Christmas present looks definitely doable.

You anywhere in town or still doing the Great Food Truck Race

(:

[phobulus]

ho ho ho!

yeah been kickin around central, actually. still food trucking, lot of hungry folks in these parts. so wherever you want to meet up for delivery, let me know.

( no feelings, nope. hardison totally knows how to put those away. definitely... )

or i can do an at-home dropoff, even.

[purplexing]

oh well why didn't you say so!

let's meet for lunch, your treat.

Ho ho ho

[robintohood]

[The next time Donnie invades visits the penthouse, there’s a box waiting for him.

Inside the box is a cookbook completely full of pizza recipes]

[purplexing]

[He's only over to make absolutely sure that nothing's decided to come loose or explode on his Grill-o-Matic, which of course, it shouldn't but anyway-

A box left for him is the last thing he expects. It's not like he does this gift thing just to expect returns, that's actually never something he considers, so he's genuinely surprised to find it. Donnie does have to smirk when he sees what it is. Oh Jason. What a funny guy.]

[robintohood]

[Jason saunters in after he hears Donnie come in and opening the box]

Hey.

[purplexing]

-oh hey. [Totally casual because it's normal for a guy to drop in on occasion through the window.]

Been getting your grill quota in? Just thought I'd check. Uh, this is...for me?

Action

[levelshift]

[It's a few days after Christmas, but Accelerator will be delivering a book.

He's forcing a window open and leaving it on the coffee table, along with Leo's gift. Donnie's will be unwrapped, and there will be a simple note attached saying "For Donatello."]

[purplexing]

[So begins the usual routine, dragging himself out of bed, having slept well in because what is a normal sleep schedule? He's halfway through his cup of coffee when he finally gets out of the kitchen and sees the things there, drifting over, brows furrowed in suspicion.

Donnie settles on the floor by the coffee table, putting his mug down to pick up the big book and the note, a knowing half-smile tugging at his mouth because who else ever calls him by his full name around here?

He finally has a better look at the book itself, brows lifting at the title before he glances over the summary with a thoughtful hum. This is totally going to feed into his mad exploration of divergent timelines and probably spawn many more sleepless nights, but he's not thinking about that right now. Needless to say, the book and its subject look very intriguing indeed, and Donnie is pleasantly surprised. He tucks the note between the first pages before setting the book down to pick up his phone to shoot off a text.]

See, you're not so bad at this after all.

[levelshift]

[It was kind of a pain finding a book that Donnie either hasn't read yet or has read and would want a copy of to reread, but he figured this works well enough given the whole multiverse situation. He's also working on a budget, since he doesn't have access to his Academy City bank account.

Not that he's mentioning any of that. Of course not. This being Accelerator, he's going to downplay any and all effort he put into finding the gift.]

Whatever. It's just a book.

[purplexing]

[Donnie makes himself cozy, wedging himself into a corner of the couch before cracking open the book, making sure only his eyes are visible over it as he snaps a selfie to send over to Accelerator.]

Not -just- a book. There are literally billions of books in the world so even condensing a list of subjects and titles to choose from is in itself a feat. You could have just picked anything listed a best seller and called it a night.

a delivery

[metanpcs]

It's mid-January when a package arrives for Donnie, labeled with a simple "N" across the top. Inside the package, Donnie will find a tablet put together with bits and pieces from across multiple brands - hand-made, jerry-rigged, but despite the speed at which it was put together, it's clear the bits and pieces within the tablet are high-quality. Not only that, but it has a subfolder named only "👀" with a few applications in it labeled simply with letters - "C" for Central City, "A" for the Alliance, "S" for Society, "AR" for Arcadia. They are accessible cameras from around Central, some specifically around the Alliance headquarters, some around the Society, and then a few set up outside Arcadia near Excelsior.

A documents folder has a few schematics for "abandoned" buildings throughout Central City and Excelsior, specifically ones that have accessible underground areas. Some of these areas are simply deep basements, some lead to subways or escape routes. Of these, there are a couple labeled with a sketchy drawing of a possum in the upper right-hand corner: safehouses as claimed by Nulls herself with PC sets ups already in place and nicely stocked kitchens.

There is also a game on the home screen labeled with a possum icon. It's a version of Flappy Bird, but instead of a bird, it's a possum with tiny wings. Gotta stay on brand, right?