22 Ghosts [Voice] Backdated to the evening after the Festival, before Jazz arrives

[schrodingersghost]

[Locked to Roommates 99%]
[Danny sighs as he paces the second floor of the apartment.   He didn't know anything about medicine.  Certainly not enough to help with the kinds of injuries Knuckles and Raph had received.  After making it back to the apartment from the utter disaster the festival he had hovered uselessly, before deciding that he could help more by not being in the way.   And now all he could do was worry.  He couldn't even make himself stress over the way he had been forced to reveal his full skill in fighting in a rather explosive way and the questions that was sure to bring eventually.   Or the way he had completely broken all those promises about never drawing the attention of the Shredder creep.

But now... it had been hours.  Surely something must have happened by now.  He picks up his communicator and decides to text it, so everyone could ignore him if they needed to.]

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Any news?
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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

[Danny thankfully takes the opportunity. He knew that he was probably being overly paranoid. But... all of his instincts said to stay out of situations where he couldn't move freely. No matter the reason. Especially with his ability to fight his way out of situations so crippled.

...Even a friend could be overshadowed.]

For a long time Mom and Dad thought that experimenting with ectoplasm as a cooking fuel was a great idea. There are very few things more traumatizing then nearly getting eaten by your Christmas Turkey. And thats not even getting into the Frankenfurters.

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[notfunnyraph.livejournal.com]

That...sounds like something out of a comic book, or a cartoon. Nothing in this kitchen is gonna try to eat you.

[Mikey gives Danny a wink.]

Turtles honour.

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.]

It was just one of those things. General Amity Park weirdness.

So... you have any ideas? I don't know what kinds of supplies you guys have.

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[notfunnyraph.livejournal.com]

Something easy, no one's going to want to sit down to dinner.

[You'd think Mikey's had to do this kinda thing before...]

Well first of all we need is boiling water, and if you look in that cupboard over there. [Mikey points to the cupboard in question.]You'll find some coffee, Powdered Milk and Sugar, and there's mugs on the draining board...I'll get started on the sandwiches while you do that?

[Mikey's opening the fridge taking out some monster meat to make the sandwiches.]

Hope no one will mind having sandwiches with no butter.

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

Coffee I can do.

[Danny heads over the cupboard and fishes out the mentioned supplies.]

I doubt it. Food is food. Except when it isn't.

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[notfunnyraph.livejournal.com]

Knew I could count on you.

[Meat left on the counter Mikey pulls some bread he'd gotten from the soup kitchen from another cupboard, and pauses when Danny speaks..]

Danny Food is never just food...

[The turtle reaches back into the cupboard and pulls out... a couple Apples? And puts them to one side. Before turning back to the sandwiches.]

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

True. Sometimes its turf on a bun.

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[notfunnyraph.livejournal.com]

Turf on a bun? Sounds more like a mud pie to me.

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[invisibill.livejournal.com]

It tasted about the same. Word of advice, letting an Ultra-Recyclo Vegetarian rewrite the school cafeteria menu does not go over well. With anyone.

[Danny closes the cupboard and looks around the kitchen for the coffee maker.]