11992/Mallrats

Mallrats
Date of Scene:	13 July 2022
Location:	Landmark Mall (TMNT Base)
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Michelangelo, Donatello, Raphael

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Michelangelo has posed:
Group Text: PIZZA TIME!

That's right, Michelangelo may have flung out a group text to everyone in the group chat so that they would know that there's some fun going on back at the Mall. Everyone that knows Michelangelo knows what that text means and where he's at so he doesn't really add any more information. Instead, he focuses on what's important. Laying out over a dozen pizza pies all across different tables of the food court. And each pizza? From a different pizza place.

Mikey takes a step back to admire his handiwork and absorb the aroma of so many different pizzas filling the air. "This has to be what heaven's like." Mikey takes another whiff. "Or at least smells like."

Donatello has posed:
CLONK.

"Ow.

Donatello was underneath the Party Wagon when he receives the text. Apparently he forgot to set his Shellphone off vibrate this time.

He arrives in the food court not too long after holding an ice pack on his head. When he sees the spread, Donnie waves a hand in front of his face. "OK, not seeing things. Hey, Mikey. ... is this a special occasion or...?"

Raphael has posed:
Off in the distance, a set of entrance doors slam open, then shut.

Heavy footsteps plod closer, step by thundering step.

"... sons of bitches, pullin'..."

        "... like I'm some kinda ASSHOLE..."

                "... my fuckin' time, when they KNOW the fuckin' Mets're on..."

                        *T H U N K !*

"... 'sup," Raphael offers without looking up from dragging pizza onto the table in front of him from three boxes at once.

"You remember the red pepper-- oh, thank /christ/--" he mumbles with a mouthful of bread and sauce and Mikey knows what else, clearly unbothered by the knife shallowly sticking from his shell, the myriad of red cuts slowly healing up and down his arms, the scorch marks, the red slicking his sais--

"I been busy."

Michelangelo has posed:
"Uh, yes, it is totally a special occasion. And by special occasion I mean it's the First Annual Michelangelo's PIZZA FEST!" Mikey grins as he motions towards the collection of pizza pies all over the place. "TA DA!" Mikey really should've gotten some music to play there but the pizzas had him too excited.

"This totally not made up occasion is going to be a new tradition amongst us tubular fellows. In which we partake in all of the best pies that this city has to offer." Mikey throws an arm around Donnie. "And then... we do it all again next week." Mikey may or may not know what annual means.

Raph's entrance almost takes away from Mikey's speech but at the same time it's Raph so. "Hey Raph! Can we not get the blood of criminals, I hope, all over the food court? It's PIZZA FEST, man!" Mikey's all smiles to combat the Raphitude. "... which is not an event I just made up earlier today. Scout's Honor."

Donatello has posed:
"Are these...marshmallows? And chocolate sauce?" Donnie looks at though he's examining a new biological specimen instead of considering what slice to take first. "Mikey, where did--"

"Oh, hey Raph. -- wait, are you okay? Do I need to get the first-aid kit?" Don is already getting the first aid kit.

"So uh, anyway, Mikey, how many places did you go?"

Raphael has posed:
"What I don't get's the eel," Raph says, shoving another slice of mushroom-banana pepper-eel pizza into his mouth. He neither confirms nor denies a need for first-aid; Don will do what Don will do regardless.

"Yeah, 's criminals-- of COURSE it's criminals," he confirms between chews, "buncha dealers hangin' around a school."

Michelangelo has posed:
"Yes, I had to make special custom orders for all of these. And yes it cost a lot of money. And yes that one on the far table is Master Splinter's because it has EIGHTEEN DIFFERENT CHEESES ON IT. But! I got us one too. It's hidden under the bacon and raisin one on table six." Michelangelo doesn't even know what he's explaining but he's just so excited about all this pizza. And thus why he's piling slices on his plate.

"Uh. Twelve, I think? It seemed like a nice round number to start with." Mikey shrugs. "It would've been thirteen but I couldn't figure out which Ray's to go to." Mikey pauses for a moment. "Holy Shell. Maybe that can be next week's theme! We can do an All Ray's Pizza Fest! YES!"

Mikey looks up and over at Raph. "You didn't lose a sai this time, right?" Oooh. Shots fired.

Donatello has posed:
"Uh...huh." Donatello is now carrying the first aid box. It also looks sports a turtle shell pattern, but it's hard to tell what it used to be. First aid kit? Toolbox? Other? He sets it down on an empty chair and starts unspooling a bandage and pulling out a jar of...something. The label is applied with masking tape? It apparently requires shaking, which Donnie is doing right now.

"...did you order these by phone or with MIYAGI, Mikey?"

Raphael has posed:
    *KLNK!*
    *KLOMP!*

One sai hits the table; the other lands on a pizza box. Both leave sticky red marks.

"I don't LOSE sais, Mikey-- I LEAVE 'em. I keep TRACK'a my shit," Raph grumps. Shortly afterwards, the sai slides to the ground as he fishes out a slice of pineapple-gyro-apple-egg, eyes it for 1.5 seconds, then shoves it in his mouth.

"Anyway, thanks--"

Donnie gets no resistance, but there is a Look, a reminder to take it easy.

"-- kickin' ass leaves me starvin'."

Michelangelo has posed:
"This was all me, bro! I told you, until MIYAGI sounds like the late, great Pat Morita it's not worth the hassle, dude!"

Mikey finally drops down into a seat and kicks his feet up. His plate just overflowing with pizza slices of all styles. And now it's time to get to chowing down. Which he does.

"Oh, speaking of, when is everybody free next? We got the next episode of Cobra Kai to watch. As a family." Mikey glares in Raph's direction. He better not've watched ahead. Glare. Squint. Chew.

"Also, where's Leo? Did he not get my text?!"

Donatello has posed:
"Hey uh, Raph...you want to keep your souvenir here?" He gestures at the knife, signaling to Mikey to take a look. "Also let me know if this stings a little. It might sting a little." He's sprinkling a bit of liquid from the totally-not-shady bottle onto a cloth.

"Hey! You know MIYAGI only uses..." Don considers something for a moment. "...yeah, no, that wouldn't work. I guess I'll have to test that one then..."