3rd Caning // ["Accidental" Voice -- See OOC Note] // A Father's Worry....

[ninjacane]

[Splinter is turning the pages of his journal slowly, looking and listening for any sight or sound of Raphael. Eventually, he hesitates, and flips back to the first page to start at the beginning. Perhaps he's missed something...

Splinter reaches out and smooths his hand across the journal in a gesture that activates the voice recording without realizing it. It is because of his ineptitude that the emotion and worry can be heard in his voice:]

Raphael... Where are you, my son?

[There is silence again for a long moment, and the sound of gently flipping pages can be heard. Eventually, it times out.]

((OOC: This is an accidental audio on Splinter's part, but isn't an accidental audio in terms of the Nitpicker's Guide. He DID touch the voice post button by accident (even though Don's showed him eleventy bajillion times how to use it), so playback is available. Hope that clears any confusion.

And he'll be replying to people that aren't his sons once I realize how he's going to react to being overheard on the journals. Once that gets played out a bit more, I'll be able to reply to others.))

Comments

[voice]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

Over the journals. People can hear you.

They can hear us right now, actually.

[voice]

[ninjacane]

Oh.

[Long pause. It occurs to him that these messages within messages can be heard by others as well! He hadn't of realized that until now!]

Then they can hear me speaking to you or to any of my other sons?

[voice]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

...Yeah.

[voice-->action?]

[ninjacane]

... How can this be stopped? I do not want to have others overhearing our private conversations!

[Actually, he's just going to come find you. >| Take that, listening journals.]

[action]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[He's in the kitchen, of course. House 55 went through those peanut butter cookies kind of fast, so now he's making more.

Still speaking to the journal:]

You can filter conversations, only I don't know how. Don does, though.

[action]

[ninjacane]

[That's because they're good.

Oh, and from behind you:]

Then I will have to ask him to show me. I do not like others listening in on private matters.

[action]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Not jumping in surprise. No sirree.]

Yeah, they're kind of annoying like that.

Wanna lick the bowl?

[action]

[ninjacane]

[Ah, the simple things in life are the most amusing.]

I hope that you do not partake in the same behavior.

[Splinter blinks.] It is all right. You may lick it, Michelangelo.

[action]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

What, listen in on private conversations?




Of course not.

[Lick, lick, lick.]

[action]

[ninjacane]

[Splinter's eyes narrow in suspicion.]

Michelangelo....

[He's not going to push right now--he doesn't have the energy. But he wouldn't mind if Mikey confessed now.]

[action]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[He drops the act.]

Nah, I don't. Mostly I don't know how...

[action]

[ninjacane]

[Oh you.]

Ah, neither do I.

[action]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Mike smiles as best he can, and then hands Splinter a little bit of dough.]

Re: [action]

[ninjacane]

[Splinter takes the spoon and tests it. He pauses for a moment to consider.]

A bit more peanut butter, and it shall be perfect!

[action]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Congratulations! You've gotten Mike to laugh. Funny how when Mike has trouble finding his sense of humor, you can always seem to bring it back to him.]

Sensei, if I made 'em how you like 'em I might as well just hand you the peanut butter jar.

[action]

[ninjacane]

[Success is his! He's the father, so he should be the one worrying the most. That is his job, Michelangelo.]

Ah, but that would be uncivilized, and I would not get cookies.

[action]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

You've been eating cookies for a week straight.

[action]

[ninjacane]

[Splinter just looks at you.]

And there is an issue in this?

[action]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[Mike opens his mouth to say something about Raph and the unfairness of putting him on a diet, and then closes his mouth. And then opens it again.]

No, I guess not.

[action]

[ninjacane]

[Well, Raphael is overweight and Splinter is not. And he doesn't eat that many cookies. He has help, after all.

He notices that Michelangelo was going to say something else, but lets it slide for now. His sons are having it hard enough. So he'll not comment on it, instead just watching Michelangelo bake.]

[action]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[He bakes. But the rhythm is off.]

Re: [action]

[ninjacane]

[Splinter notices and puts a hand on the back of his son's shell. He's here.]

[action]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

He'll come back.

Donnie said they always come back.

[Just who is he convincing here?]

[action]

[ninjacane]

He will return to us, Michelangelo.

[Splinter doesn't need convincing. He simply knows.]

[action]

[the-mikester.livejournal.com]

[He nods, heartened by your conviction, and returns to baking.]