9242/Down in the Flatiron

Down in the Flatiron
Date of Scene:	22 December 2021
Location:	Flatiron District
Synopsis:	Donnie needs to calibrate a hydra meter, gets seen by Joan, Mikey can't say Hygrometer. But can pull off sweet video game moves.
Cast of Characters:	Donatello, Michelangelo, Joan Wright

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Donatello has posed:
     As the sun went down on New York, the underground turtles would start to emerge from the sewers. On tonight's agenda, at least for Donatello was adjusting some equipment he placed discreetly in one of the alleys.

  "Okay, the winds pews measurer is fixed...now to calibrate the hygrometer and affix it to the unit." Up on the edge of the alleyway was a humanoid turtle, hand deep in tools and what looks like a makeshift...TV antenna? No, a windmill. No, there's more things too, but nothing like how you would normally see a weather station. "You said you beat your score in River City Slugfest Five?" He asks, making conversation. "By how much?" He placed a spanner onto a wristband magnet to keep it in place.

Michelangelo has posed:
    "Uh huh," Mikey is saying, while he leans on one of the alley's walls, keeping an eye out for trouble. "Hydra meters, sure." He's not listening, really, at least until the conversation shifts.

    Then he grins. "Oh, man, like... 500 points! It was /epic/! I've got the combos down so fast now, it was like... pow pow pow!"

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan? Working late? So soon to the holidays? But but... It's almost Christmas! What on earth could have her working far beyond the normal working hours? Well. Funny one should ponder that. For while the antics may die down on the actual Christmas day. There's ALWAYS that one Villan who decides to start up their own Christmas Special of Holiday themed hijinks. And who do you suppose has to step in to do the repairs?

DAMAGE CONTROL.

So, the end result is a woman is making her way out of the Damage Control building. Joan's still dressed in her office attire (Still pants, dammit). A satchel hangs diagonally across her chest and her short brown hair is tucked behind her ears.

Despite the late work, the architect is smiling. Ok yes damages had to be reviewed and repairs coordinated on behalf of a store front due to an incident involving a mecha Santa. But come on. Mecha Santa. How do you not smile at that?

Still not smiling? Fine. With the end of work tonight, Joan is also free until next Monday. So there. Four day weekend. She's going to hang with the parents in a couple days.

As Joan comes closer to the alleyway where she can pick up the sounds of chatter, wary brown eyes look over towards the entrance way. She definitely doesn't want someone jumping out at her at night and part of her considers the possibility of crossing the street. But the glimpse of some type of- Huh. Well that's not standard construction stuff.

Curiousity wins out over caution as Joan slows to a stop. Looking to the two, surprisingly shorter figures inside, she pauses. Hmm. Well she saw a whole lot of Red from the mecha remnants earlier today. Figures now is a good time as any to see a whole lot of green.

Donatello has posed:
     "No, not hydra meter, hygrometer. It measures the amount of relative humidity in the air and can help in predicting...you don't really care, do you?" He sounds just a little defeated before shaking his head. "You did the thing? The half-back circle quarter front back front punch? I told you it was good, but you just gotta get the ohsht. Shhh." He says, ducking his head into his shell, as if that would make the fact that he is hanging off the side of a building, looking like a green Con-Ed workman, and no part of sticking his head in his shell takes away that he is an almost six foot turtle, still hanging on the side of a brick wall.

Michelangelo has posed:
    Mikey's been going out a lot lately, under the cover of being "Cowabunga Carl," but right now he's not on /that/ kind of duty and old habits die hard. As Donnie reacts so does he, trying to step back into the shadows to hide himself. Which is a shame, because he /really/ wanted to tell Donnie exactly how he executed the half-back circle quarter front back front punch and how many times and in what combination with other moves.

    River City Slugfest Five really ought to get better names for its moves, but you take what you can get, right?

Joan Wright has posed:
Despite the amount of shushing and head in shelling, Joan doesn't take the hint. The figures moved quickly away from her but she KNOWS what she saw. Well. Not what exactly. But she knows she saw a pair of somethings. And once there's first glimpse-

She steps to the entrance of the alleyway, keeping most of her feet to the main sidewalk area.

She stares over to the bit of shadow she saw one of the figures scoot off to before looking to the device and headless wonder hanging alongside it. "You know I can still see you, right?"

Donatello has posed:
     His right hand reaches up and scratches his head while still in the shell. "Yeah, but...I'm kinda attached to the wall...so it was worth a shot. Can't fight gravity." He pops his head back up and looks down to Joan. "Master's gonna be pissed..." He comments, sounding just a little forlorn.

  "Umm, hi. Don't mind me, just...putting up a weather station."

Michelangelo has posed:
    Michelangelo steps out of the shadows, expression abashed. "We /really/ need to work on our sneaking around. Although actually, I trailed a couple of mutants for a good mile the other day and they didn't notice. Gave them directions and then we had milkshakes." Directions where to? That's sewer stuff that can be explained /later/.

    He nods rapidly to Donnie's statement. "He's calibrating the hydra meter." How can he say words like 'calibrate' just fine but not 'hygrometer?' "It's really important."

Joan Wright has posed:
"A weather station?" Joan repeats, looking to the device, and then glancing towards the street side. She takes a calculated risk, stepping into the alleyway. "So... air pressure, rain guages, and wind speed? All of that?"

As Michelangelo steps out from the shadows, she tilts her head a bit before giving a smile to the nearest one. Being she's had time to register them being turtles from the dangler. Surprise has had time to die away quickly, "Hi." She glances up to Donatello and then to Michelangelo ... "Siblings?"

Donatello has posed:
     Donatello's head perks up extra at the mention of parameters it took. "Dew point and rain gauge too, self-draining. I...wanted to put a radar on...but it would have been found too fast."

  Despite Mikey's repeated use of 'hydra meter', Donnie focused on what Joan had asked. "What gave it away?"

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan looks up to Donatello once more. "It seemed like a safe guess. Similar appearance, hanging around together. Odds are kind of in the favor of some genetic connection."

She looks to the device, "...Have you accounted for the wind tunnel effect that the buildings have down here? Won't that throw off your readings?"

Donatello has posed:
     "Yes, I have. There's another measure up higher. I'm measuring the coefficient of change between unrestricted air and down here."

  Donatello loosens his foot from the loop where he was holding himself up, dropping to the ground about six feet below. "Lucky guess. And yes. Brothers. I'm Donatello, this is Michelangelo."

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan tilts her head up, determining how high up the building is. "Ok so basic variance." Joan considers. "Alright. I'm assuming other devices around to get you a large enough sample size to determine a proper range."

She pauses, stepping back a bit as Donatello lands on the ground, looking between the two as they make their introductions. "Joan." She offers back, smile strengthening. "Interesting choice of names. Parents big on renaissance artists?"

Michelangelo has posed:
    "Totally," Michelangelo says with a grin. He's been leaning against the wall because, look, all this tech stuff /really/ isn't his thing. He's got no idea what a coefficient is and he's blissfully happy not knowing or caring. That's what Donnie's for, right?

Donatello has posed:
     "Of course, it wouldn't be a proper sample size with just two." Donnie says with a smile. "We-I have many instruments that are...improvised." He turns junk into gadgets.

  Donnie gives a nod. "Renaissance artists are his favorite. So he went with a theme. Go figure."

Joan Wright has posed:
"Parents seem to like themes." Joan admits, "For my mom it would be architects." She doesn't volunteer the names. She gives one last glance to the device before turning her attention fully to the two turtles. "Are you new to this area of town? I do see a lot but I'm sure I would have remembered seeing persons of your likeness around here before."

Donatello has posed:
     "Ahh, nice." Donnie offers, before taking out a small tablet. "Looks like we have signal!" He pumps his fist in the air, before looking to Mikey, and then back to Joan. "Ehh, we tend to stay out of midtown. We've been on this island all our lives. But we...don't go out much."

  The tablet is put away again, before the subtle sound of a vibrating cell phone can be heard, and Donnie picks a turtle shell looking phone out of his belt. "Dangit, it's Leo. Says he needs to see us." The purple one lets the orange one know. "We need to go...but it was a pleasure to meet you!" He'd give a wave with his three fingered hand before he starts to run off, but not very far, it seems, at least soon after they run into the alley, their footfalls couldn't be heard anymore.