mnr_splinter: (Hmmm)
[personal profile] mnr_splinter
Not that any of them tend to choose the destination or the modus operandi, but it is a fact that beings arrive at the Bar at the End of the Universe in all manner of different ways. Sometimes they walk through the front door; sometimes they apparate spectacularly into the middle of the bar; and sometimes they materialize in the bath tubs of certain upstairs rooms during an attempt to use a 'new' hi-tech toaster. The visitor in this case is unfortunate enough to fit into the latter category.

It is around mid-morning when the shower curtain of the Suite 134 guest bathroom billows out and flares in a momentary blaze of purple light. From behind it there is a thud, an oof and the clatter of wood on porcelain.

Silence follows. However, if one were to listen very carefully, one might pick up the sound of head fur being scratched confusedly.

Then out drifts a dazed voice. It is a voice that holds as much wisdom as it does bemusement. And it is a voice that escalates in pitch to convey an annoyed accusation and the imminent threat of walking stick-related repercussions.

"Donatello!"

Date: 2006-01-10 06:44 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (What? Uh? Aiee! Human)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
What is the sound of one jaw dropping?
Well, if one were in the living room of that same suite, they'd now know.

Date: 2006-01-10 06:54 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Screaming willies)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
"ohgodohgodohgodohgod"

Mike hasn't been home home in a very long time. So it goes without saying that he's thinking the stupidest thing possible.
He's thinking about hiding.

"yipes"

Date: 2006-01-10 07:47 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Honest Smile Human)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
"uh...HIYA MASTER SPLINTER! Wow! Fancy seeing you here. Nice weather we're having!"

No one should be that happy....

Date: 2006-01-10 07:59 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Waitaminute)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
Mike is so going to get a thumping, and that look is proof of it.

"So um...this is the living room. And behind you is the kitchen area. You've seen the bathroom...."

Date: 2006-01-10 08:08 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (What tha' human)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
"Senior Squeakins has a mighty brood."

Mike agrees, while still avoiding the Ever Increasing Look.

"So...what brings you to my ... er ... the guest bathroom?"

Date: 2006-01-10 08:28 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Human woobie)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
"You...you got here by toaster?"

Watch Mike try not to laugh.
Actually, for the next minute or so, that's the only thing there is to watch.

"Uh..heh heee hee eh-em. I'm glad to see you too, Master."

And with that he bows low and respectful.

Date: 2006-01-10 08:33 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Sad Pout Human)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
"OW! Hey, what was that for?!"

Mike rubs at the back of his head.

Date: 2006-01-10 08:42 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Cringe)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
This being the main problems with Splinter's teachings. He tells them to "think" but never tells them what to think about. So Mike usually thinks about random things. Today it's mini-tacos.

Rubbing at the back of his head, he pads barefoot over to the kitchen and puts the kettle on to boil.

"Might take me a few minutes longer than normal, Indy hates tea so I have to hide it from him. It's like those Anti-drug ads they have on tv."

Date: 2006-01-10 09:36 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Uh Backpedal. Human)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
Mike doesn't exactly drop the tea cup, but he comes close.

"Master, what are you talking about? Pretending to be Casey...."

Date: 2006-01-10 09:54 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Human woobie)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
Mike does so.

"mmm. minitacos."

Date: 2006-01-10 10:13 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Wee Fightin' Stampy)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
Mike, with his back to his sensei, smiles.

Over in the corner of the room, back behind the rubber plant, something is stalking.

See, there's a new smell in the flat, and Daddy's back is to the rest of the room, which means he can't possibly see the giant snake that's attacking his wide open flank.

With all the grace of a champion interpreative dancer, and with the stealth of being Daddy's Girl, Stampy attacks!

Date: 2006-01-10 10:28 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Naked Mel.)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
"Um...yes? I mean, there's plenty of excercize."

Mike thinks about Mel.

"Yeah, lots of cardio. That's Stampy, by the way. She was a first birthday gift from a Wizard friend of mine."

Date: 2006-01-10 10:37 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Innocent grin)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
Mike may have a mental block against walking sticks, but fruit attacks he's all over. His hand is a blur as it whips around to catch the drive by fruiting.

He doesn't miss a tea prep beat as he places the clementine on the counter top.

"Oh I'm sorry, you didn't want it back, did you?"

Mike grins back at his father.

Date: 2006-01-10 10:50 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Incredulous)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
"Woah hey now, let's not get crazy here. For one thing, trust me, even Shredder'd be scared of Senior Squeakins. Trust me on this. For another..."

Here's where he whines like a five year old.

Date: 2006-01-10 10:54 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Stampy)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
As quickly as it started, the whining stops. Mike's good like that.

"Order up"

Mike leans across the breakfast bar, tapping Stampy on the head. She trumpets right on cue, as Mike slides the cup of tea across the counter to Splinter.

Date: 2006-01-10 11:13 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Neutral Happy Human)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
"That I've had the most practice with. Most of the people around here have never had a good home cooked meal before. And the Bar, well she'll give you anything you ask for, so I've been experimenting."

Then without any warning what so ever, Mike rounds the breakfast bar and hugs his sensei.

Date: 2006-01-10 11:16 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Caught)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
Mike nods.

"i know, master. but i'm not done yet."

Date: 2006-01-10 11:21 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Human disbelief)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
Oh goodness. Look at the mess he's made on the countertops? For shame, Mike. For shame. He should just go and clean that up right this very second. Yup. No time like the present.

"Raph? He's...he's good. Yes."

Date: 2006-01-10 11:27 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Caught)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
"Well...not exactly, no. But I keep hearing reports. We...we're not talking right now. It...it's complicated."

Date: 2006-01-10 11:31 pm (UTC)
mnt_mike: (Human Pensive)
From: [personal profile] mnt_mike
Mike's shoulders sag as he leans back against the counter.

"i've been trying to meditate. clear out my mind. get things in order. but no matter how many times i try i still can't make sense of any of it. and i can't see him until i do. it's not fair to him or me.
...
i'm scared"

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