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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[/Locked to Roommates

Comments

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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.]