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Who| Don and OPEN
What| He's back in the Capitol. Again.
Where| District 9 suite at first, then throughout the Training Center
When| Anytime after Don woke up!
Warnings/Notes| None at the moment.

It was weird to wake up alive again, feeling his arm back, and yet not feeling anything but annoyance. Especially as he had not accomplished what he had set out to do. And he had been taken out by Sigma. But Sigma also died, so it was a comfort. A small one.

Quickly he turned on the television, breathing a long sigh of relief as he saw that Lottie was alive. For now. Maybe she could find others. He could send her supplies. Somehow.

With that, he stood up and walked out of his room. Perhaps he could find Lottie's mentors, convince them to get sponsors for her. That would at least he helpful. Then, he had to figure out what else he could do. There was the girl with the long hair, that he could try and help as well...

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"Its...probably just random. It certainly feels that way sometimes." Ding. "Ah, we're here. Um...is there any particular drink you're fond of?"

"Oh, you ask them they'll say it's all due to some very careful algorithms and calculations and so on, but honestly I agree." She winked. "Darling, there's no such thing as a drink I'm not fond of. Just go ahead and surprise me. Bright colors are usually a good place to start."

"Hmm..." Don thought for a moment, then looked at the bartender. "How about a Pink Poodle?"

The bartender looked quite shocked when Don ordered it, given that he never ordered an alcoholic drink. Still, he made it, sliding it hesitantly towards the turtle.

"Here you go." With that he handed it to Valeria, noting the barkeep's sigh of relief out of the corner of his eye. "I'll have some tea."

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"Ooh, good choice," said Valeria approvingly, enjoying how the fluorescent pink matched her make-up. "But I can't say I approve of your own. Are you going to be napping later?"

"I was thinking of meditating later. The tea helps me to relax." Don took in a deep breath from the steam and scent. "I only really drink tea, water, or coffee. I'm not a drinker of much else."

"Mediation?" Valeria wrinkled her nose. "That sounds dull. As do your beverage choices. Can you even get drunk?"

That's Don. Mostly dull and boring.

"I'm sure I could in theory," he shrugged. "All animals can get drunk."

"You've never even tried?" Valeria asked, genuinely shocked. She'd had her first drink as a little girl, though she hadn't been properly drunk until her teenage years. She wasn't sure if she'd ever met someone who had never been drunk before, although admittedly she didn't ask everyone she met.

"No." Don shook his head. "My brother's had a few when he thought none of us were looking, but...you got me. I'm a teetotaler."

Valeria stared, taking a drink as she did so almost without realizing it, the motion automatic. Finally she just shook her head. "Why on earth not? I mean, I can understand trying it and not liking it, some people are not their best with a few drinks in them, but never?"

"Nope, never." He took a sip of his drink. "It...just never piqued my interest to drink alcohol to begin with. I never found it to be a stimulating thought to try it, even though I've been around it my whole life."

The experience of swimming in sewage littered with crushed beer cans and broken bottles, then wading into dank tunnels that smelled of beer hops wasn't one that led itself into temptation.

She shook her head. "That's just--that's a key part of the human experience you're missing out you realize." She looked Don over and corrected herself after a moment's reflection. "A key part of life experience."

"I know, but like I said, I was never interested." He smiled. "Well, my brother's had some, but...we all learned he's an angry drunk. Not the most pleasant of times."

"Oh, the angry ones," she waved a dismissive hand. "Can't let that sour you on the whole experience. You just ignore those, call a Peacekeeper if they get too rowdy. Or, no, what would you have back home? A 'cop'?"

"Yeah, cops. But they wouldn't be answering our calls back home." Don smiled. "Turtles and all."

She squinted at him, as though looking for some sign of the criminal element. "Why not? They don't like turtles where you're from?"

"Not mutant turtles," Don replied. "We're...a little bit different than normal turtles back home."

"You're mutant--like a muttation? I've never met one that could talk before," Valeria said, then corrected herself. "Well, obviously, I've never met one at all, before."

"Well, I seem to be the equivalent of a muttation, in terms of this world." Don nodded. "So, in a sense, you've now met one."

He sipped his tea.

"Though, my mutation certainly wasn't intended. In fact, it was a completely random, if not serendipitous, event."

"An accident." Valeria tapped her nose and grinned cheekily. "I was one of those too. What were they trying to do, if not end up with, well," she waved a hand at him. It seemed like an amazing result to her, she didn't think the Gamemakers had ever achieved sentience in their creations, for one.

"Actually, they were just transporting radioactive waste and some of it got lose in a freak accident," Don replied, giving her a smile at her comment nevertheless. "It fell into the sewers, we fell into the sewers with it, got covered in it and...that's pretty much it."

"It just...happened?" Valeria asked, wrinking her nose. "That doesn't seem very scientific." It was kind of funny, actually, imagining the faces of any of the scientists she knew upon hearing this.

"It wasn't." Don smiled. "It was a just an accident."

"A lucky accident then," she said, finishing her drink and waving at the bartender for another. "For you, of course, and the Capitol. Everyone just loves you, don't they?"

"Heh." He wanted to say how much he didn't like most of them back. So badly. "Its certainly different from back home, that's for sure. I can walk in broad daylight and no one runs away from me screaming."