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[newmemorywhodis]

[User name: liiiink]

Hi

I'm going to look for our stuff

Tell me what you lost?

[There. Link has successfully managed to Communicate Using The Network. He feels very accomplished.]


[[ooc: Plotting post for this is here. If you want to get involved in helping to retrieve items - or you'd like another character to retrieve something for you - comment there too]]

Comments

[purplexing]

[It's a good thing Donnie's not psychic.]

Likewise. Raiding the city's probably out of the question if their chip system keeps track of everyone, unless you have someone who still has it along with you, but I think you'd have to stick close with them.

Otherwise hitting the external locations is the best option.

[newmemorywhodis]

I can stay close to someone

[and maybe Link just...would like to see what Zephyr like. He's abided by the Rebel's instructions to stay away so far, but...he's curious. And not really used to the idea of places he isn't allowed to be]

[purplexing]

That's only part of the problem. Do you have information on these depots? Layouts? Security issues? Then there's the whole matter of sneaking anything out that you might find. It's going to look mighty suspicious wandering through the city with a big load, and you also have to assume that anything you do at one place will be a head's up for other places to be on the alert.

[newmemorywhodis]

Not yet. I'm going to go look

I can carry stuff in my Sheikah Slate

[purplexing]

Your what now

[newmemorywhodis]

It can hold a lot of things

[purplexing]

What is a Sheikah Slate?

[newmemorywhodis]

It's Ancient Sheikah technology

I would show you a picture, but it's the thing that takes the pictures

[purplexing]

So your communication device...can carry objects? Does it somehow break down matter and then reform it again? I need to see this in person.

[newmemorywhodis]

Yes

I don't know

Okay

[purplexing]

Okay where are you?

[newmemorywhodis]

In the jungle, south of Witches Camp

I'll ride back

[Because Link does realise that he's going to be pretty hard to find out the in jungle, particularly if Booty hasn't done as much exploration of it as he has]

[purplexing]

The -jungle- why would you

Okay. I'll be by the command center.

[newmemorywhodis]

I was hunting. And collecting mushrooms

Okay

About forty-five minutes later, Link arrives at the command centre, riding on Muffin. He has...absolutely no idea who he is looking for. All he has to go on is 'bootyyyshaker9000'. He's not sure what a 'booty' is. Maybe a special kind of boot? Which someone likes to shake, for some reason?

But the fact that Link is on a horse - and mentioned riding back - might give Donnie a clue that Link is the person he's after.

[purplexing]

Unfortunately it's not the best to go by on the account that Donnie is neither wearing boots nor shaking them.

The turtle teen's loitering about outside of the command center, leaning against wall, arms folded across his chest. He looks up at the sound of...hoofbeats? And half-wonders if the flying, talking horse has made a comeback.

[newmemorywhodis]

Technically speaking, yes, the talking horse has made a comeback. He's just not a horse anymore. Instead there's a short young man, with pointed ears and long sandy blonde hair on the back of the horse, looking around.

Link does however, recognise the turtle-person. He's not sure if this is 'Booty', but he seems to be the only person hanging around outside the command centre at the moment, so...maybe?

With a soft kick to Muffin's sides, Link rides closer. "Hi," he says.

[purplexing]

The ears are certainly interesting. Donnie arches a brow as the rider brings his horse in. He blinks, then squints.

"Talking horse guy?" They hadn't really introduced themselves at the party, had they?

[newmemorywhodis]

Well, Link wasn't a talking horse guy anymore. But he nods anyway, before dismounting and giving Muffin's nose a good rub.

He looks at the turtle-person. He'd figured that the identifier on the network wasn't an actual name, but...that still left many unanswered questions.

"You like shaking boots?" he asks.

[purplexing]

"What? No-" He cuts himself off asking as he works out where Link's getting at. "It's just username, never mind, forget about it," he hurriedly resumes. "Anyway, name's Donatello. You're Li..nk?"

[newmemorywhodis]

Link nods. “Link,” he says again, since the turtle person - Donatello - had said it a bit weird. Probably because of all the extra ‘i’s’ he’s had to put in his username to make it work.

“This is my Slate,” he says then, pulling the device off of his hip. It looks rather like a kind of tablet, if one with a rather unique design.

[purplexing]

Donatello nods at that. He's hardly one to question anyone's choice of username, really.

Any uncertainties instantly dissolve once Link produces his device. The green teenager slips over rather quickly, ninja that he is, fingering his chin.

"Okay, uh-huh, interesting. So how does it...carry stuff?"

[newmemorywhodis]

Link shrugs - he doesn’t really know how it works, it just does - before tapping at the screen a few times to bring up the inventory.

Then he taps on it again, and suddenly an entire spear - one longer then Link is tall - manifests into his hand.

He looks at Donatello. See? It holds things.

[purplexing]

The sudden appearance of a spear makes Donatello jerk back. "Wh-" He frowns, squinting suspiciously at the spear as he reaches out to poke it. It sure seems solid enough though.

"Oh don't tell me, it's more magic than tech."

[newmemorywhodis]

Link shrugs. Don't ask him how it works; he doesn't have a clue. And it's not like he can go ask Purah or Robbie if it's magic either.

[purplexing]

The turtle sighs and then looks towards the tablet again. "Okay, and then to 'store' it, it's just a matter of another tap of a button?"