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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]]

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[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?"

[newmemorywhodis]

Link responds by simply holding the spear next to the Slate. The spear dissolves into blue energy, and disappears into the device.

[purplexing]

"...."

He'd figured as much. It's no less annoying. "Of course."

[newmemorywhodis]

"I told you. It hold things." Is Link laughing at Donnie on the inside, just a bit? It's hard to tell. He's not an easy person to read.

But maybe Link is ribbing it in a little. Just a teeny tiny bit.

And since, as far as Link's concerned, all of Donnie's Sheikah Slate related questions have been answered...he doesn't see much reason to stick around. "Bye," he says, before stepping back towards Muffin, and leaping up onto her back.

[purplexing]

Given he draws a breath then it seems Donnie's loading up for a comment on that. Internally it all devolves into the equivalent of a mental keymash as Link abruptly bids him farewell.

"Wh- Hey! That's it?! That doesn't explain anything!!" he sputters.

[newmemorywhodis]

Link looks down at Donnie from Muffin's back, head quizzically tilted to one size.

Seemed like explanation enough to Link. It carries things. Weight and quantity isn't an issue. "What else would you need to know?"

[purplexing]

"'What else do I need to know'- How would be sufficient but obviously that is not something you have an answer to." Donnie shakes his head, rounding up his thoughts, narrowing down his questions.

"Does it have a size limit? Quantity limit? Is it limited to storing only inorganic material or could it potentially carry living creatures?"

[newmemorywhodis]

Link - still seated on his horse - taps again at the Slate.

What he pulls out is a lizard. A living, still wriggling lizard. He keeps a tight grip on it in his palm, as he holds it out towards Donnie.

[purplexing]

The turtle actually yelps at that, jumping back.

"Okay, while I appreciate the visual demonstration over a simple yes or no- you just randomly store lizards in there?!" He's...not really sure where he sits with that bit of info. On the one hand that's one question answered. On the other, it only spawns a dozen more.

"So somehow it can breathe, suggesting that either there is a physical space they are stored or alternatively, possibly placed in some form of stasis until brought out." Donnie eyes Link. "Do I even want to know how many of those you have in there?"

[newmemorywhodis]

"Twenty-three." Nevermind whether you wanted to know or not - you get to learn either way.

"Probably stasis," he says, with a shrug. Not that Link really knew for sure, but the slate had the Stasis rune, and it was maybe similar to Link's own time in the Shrine of Resurrection. He didn't change much while he was in there either. The Slate having a kind of stasis made sense, at least to him.

"Food stays hot," he adds, because that always seems relevant.