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[licensetocrane]

 "Hi, this is April.  If you're calling at 3am, you better be someone I know REAL well."

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[licensetocrane]

[Oh, you're kidding.]

boy the last time i went gatherin blackberries i was six and got scratched to all hell
but sure ill suffer for your diet

[Genuinely. She will bring you blackberries if she finds them. She's still gonna bitch about it.]

we have a food shortage? for that matter why do we need to build stuff? theres a whole school right here how long does thirteen think were stayin for??

[semilethal]

[the fact that april really will get him blackberries is why she will get the nice fancy soaps and towels Donnie has been forced to craft]

Lore isn't working, so. No purchases

One must assume she doesn't anticipate whatever stockpiled resources available to the school will be sufficient for all of us

[licensetocrane]

oh
yeahhh that gives more context okok

[Even if she does have an adequate stockpile, not knowing when this whole thing might end is a good reason to not be complacent from the beginning. Be Prepared, all that jazz, whatever.]

guess im gonna pull on my nonexistent girl scout boots and dive into this feet first
how are you doin dee? in general

[semilethal]

Not great!!!! I want my lab, I was VERY busy, I have MANY, EXTREMELY DELICATE EXPERIMENTS going on and now they are proceeding UNSUPERVISED because I CANNOT GET A SIGNAL OUT, and for all I know my lab is being RANSACKED or possibly even DESTROYED which could SET MY WORK BACK MONTHS, in which case we might NEVER escape this stupid paper mache pocket dimension!! !

[semilethal]

Oh yeah and Raph's missing so there's that too ig

puttin this in the right place woo

[licensetocrane]

[....

...you know what, this rant was probably long overdue.]

where you at you should yell all this at me in person

Lmaooooo sry for my incessant multiple comments

[semilethal]

Pourquoi
I just said it just now

never apologise for one of the highlights of my RP day

[licensetocrane]

amrita academy is a big place my guy and i just woke up
is there a crafting station or somethin

[semilethal]

[she's insisting??? well she probably needs the company then]

Yes
I'll send a drone to collect you

[Soon enough a little purple drone does indeed buzz up to April, beeping in relief as it circles her head before leading her helpfully in a specific direction.]

[licensetocrane]

[Heck yeah! Comin' your way, you misunderstanding fool. Probably gawking at the place on the way, you know how it is.]

[semilethal]

[If she wanders due to the sight-seeing, the drone will pluck at her sleeves and hair poofs until it can manage to corral her back in the right direction. It's unfortunately not large enough to just pluck her up like an errant bear cub, otherwise you can bet it would've done it.

Donnie is once again sequestered at his crafting table, though it seems like a small cluster of robots and drones made out of purple Ninpo light are doing most of the crafting for him. They're knitting sweaters, sewing tears in clothing, cooking up soaps and jams, and otherwise making themselves very farmers' market busy. Donnie sits nearby, legs crossed as he scrolls through his wrist computer display, tapping in notes every once in a while.] Salutations, [he greets April without looking up.]

[licensetocrane]

[Fortunately for April's hair puffs, she never actually deviates off course; just slows down occasionally to give something a more thorough lookover. None of it's as important as the destination.

And wow, even a comatised bff for a couple weeks can't draw his attention away from... his one stop ninpo sweat shop, apparently. April grins.]

Sup, Dee. You puttin' other crafters out of jobs?

[semilethal]

Delegating tasks otherwise beneath me, [he proclaims without looking up from the very complex formulas on his projected computer screen. Indeed, April's arrival warrants a quick glance, but little else.] At least it's good practice.

[licensetocrane]

[Finding a seat somewhere.] So what are you actually workin' on? You, personally. I doubt that-- [pointin at said complex formulas] has anything to do with the rest of this cottage core stuff.

[semilethal]

You would be correct. [Scrolls quickly through his work to find the next applicable section to work on; lines and lines of complex mathematical formulas race upward in a blur, before settling again as he resumes typing.] I'm...I guess Frankenstein-ing would a serviceable term for what I'm doing.

Large chunks of this are someone else's research on what is essentially an Einstein-Rosen bridge. A wormhole, though that's a vast oversimplification. [Flicks through a couple more lines and replaces a handful of integers.] Because of the way it theoretically folds space, I'm using it as framework for actual interdimensional travel rather than simply distance. It's all the same thing when it comes to spacetime compression, after all.

[licensetocrane]

[Dang. So still the transdimensional portal, which is hardly surprising and honestly? She's all for it, this place sucks. She wonders how many setbacks he's had.]

I wish I could help, but this stuff is way beyond my meager skills. I'm just relegated to checkin' on your welfare, I guess.

[semilethal]

I don't expect you to be able to help with this, [Donnie notes lightly, fiddling with the arrangement of a particular equation.] It's more than enough if you could continue to not be in any kind of danger or otherwise in need of my immediate attention.

[licensetocrane]

So not running into traffic any time soon. Got it.

[semilethal]

Precisely. [At least April can be relied upon not to do that stupid shit! Right?] And tell me immediately if you see Raph around. Hopefully he received the same treatment as you, but he hasn't turned up yet on my trackers. [Flips over to the map actually; there are several blinking spots with faces of their family members, but no Raphael.]

[licensetocrane]

Raph might be in a box?

[Everyone else seems convinced he's on the outside, but she can be a little hopeful. Does that mean Casey might be too? Squinting at the lil faces to see if she can see a Casey one, but she's not even sure if he's been tagged.]

[semilethal]

He could be, but... [Donnie pauses, tapping at his wrist computer in agitation. The map reveals nothing but their faces in the immediate area.] More likely, he's outside of this barrier Thirteen put up and it's interfering with my tech.

[licensetocrane]

I'll do a check around anyway. [Yes, it'll probably come up empty, but it'll give her something to do which is slightly more effective than pacing. Slightly.]

Sooo stay out of trouble. That I can do. [She understands there's a whole rescue thing goin' on but she's late to the party and it's magic weirdness outside, probably better to stay put.] Anythin' else? Need a gopher? [...] Company? A life-sized rubber duck?

[semilethal]

Metals. [Everything here is made of FIBERS and WOOD. He's gonna throw up]

[licensetocrane]

Tall order, but I'll see what I can do. [Not even gonna question, she knows her bff.]

[semilethal]

[slowwwwly leans against her small tiny body like a medium dog who knows it is a medium dog but is aware that its owner considers it a purse-sized dog]