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[Video] un: Bootyyyshaker9000 - Welcome to Jur- err Skateland

All right, I've put this off long enough!

[He snaps his fingers and some upbeat synthpop begins to bump in the background as he leans towards the camera.]

Greetings fellow crewmates! I would like to officially announce the opening of a new recreational area, particularly geared for those twelve-feet and under, fifteen max but I'll admit, some of the offerings will be limited.

Now, haha, what exactly am I talking about? Well! As some of you may know, my brothers and I have always had a fondness for skateboarding back home. It's not exactly the same down endless hallways of nothing and some do not approve of us ollieing between tables at the bar SO! Without further ado!

[The camera pulls back dramatically as Donnie sweeps an arm outwards towards well...what looks like a legit skatepark at a glance. Entirely indoors as one can see the familiar walls that make up the standard rooms of the ship.]

May I present Adrenaland! (Name pending.) Come, let me show you around!

[The camera follows along after Donnie as he turns and starts pointing out the various features, plenty of massive ramps, a few bowls and half-pipes, a corkscrew and a loop-de-loop that would make a hedgehog jealous.

There's even an area off to the side where one can assemble their own custom skateboards! Unfortunately these are mainly for the turtle-sized beings than anyone pushing 15 feet.]

Don't worry, there's elevators to get you to other levels, I mean, why waste a space, right? I've even got a skateball area set up [Here he finger-guns at the cameras, he's gotchu, bros!] and- and since I was on a roll, a pool!

[He gestures with a finger for the camera or whoever it's attached to, to fly in closer.]

So there you have it, friends. Located right next door to the cool kids room- a.k.a. the Organic's Hangout. I hold no responsibilities for injuries or deaths due to unsupervised stunts or general use of this space.

Donnie, out!

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Shade is enthralled. He's heard the Hourly Pay Squad: Part Timers talk about their amusement park job... but he regrets never having time to check in on them. Right here, he's reminded loosely of it. The vampire flicks his wings to cloak over his chest as he walks curiously around taking in the craftmenship.

Was it all really one little turtle's work? There must of been some help put in, and even with help its an incredible feat.

He hops onto various pipes and skuffles down them with talons careful not to leave marks. Is he exploring, playing. Its kind of like watching a raven discover something new.

He'll be found in various locations. And even admiring some of the skateboards. Frowning in dismay his feet are too big for them. Curiosity loses.

This is what happens when an enterprising teenage turtle blessed/cursed with supernatural abilities by an ancient Cybertronian deity of sorts takes advantage of loopholes in rules that would normally constrain said abilities. And carry over to when you happened to find yourself in the 30-foot body of a Decepticon, able to morph things just as big as you.

Not that Donnie doubted his engineering, but he still likes to be thorough, so he's flying about for an overview of things, a triple check even though he's officially opened the place up but he wants things to be perfect. He's trailed by a sleek purple drone.

It's when the stranger is over by the skateboards that the turtle comes down, thrilled to see someone here at all.

"Hello! Welcome!"

"Greetings." Shade gives a bow, polite as ever as his wings unwind and lift so he may place a hand to his chest in his gesture.

"I saw you on the network and while this is not normally my scene due to." He lowers his hand to point to his large taloned legs. "I still had to witness the marvel in person. Its quite a stage!"

He smiles his fang peaking but there is no threat to beheld. "I am Shademan."

Whoa. That is definitely a style choice.

Donnie grins, bowing back, a big sweeping one because he will never pass up a chance for theatrics.

"A pleasure, sir! I'm Donnie, and it pleases me to have piqued the curiosity of someone such as yourself. Do you have any questions?"

"Well primarily my concern is how well this establishment would hold up in case of destructive behavior. I know you hold no responsibility for the safety of guest." He knows of some certain paycheck earners who might have a thing to say to that. "But the structures themselves would hold firm yet?"

"Forgive such a suspicious question, its simply the first thing that comes to mind given a certain Number I know."

"Further to that. I myself wish to know, are there any wide sized skateboards. I wish to shred, is that what they say?"

"Hah! No, no- that is quite understandable but I assure you, I would not build anything that would be so easily destroyed! Everything in here is solid and unless you found something to disintegrate parts of the ship, I am confident that any of the structures here will hold up against even a full out brawl by the big guys."

He pauses as though reconsidering this as a potential invitation for such to happen before adding, "-but in the case that any of them do for some odd reason or another think to start any trouble in here, there will be retribution." Teenagers should not be so scary but Donnie sounds and looks like he means it, even though he delivers that with a smile.

"Ah, but my apologies for the limited sizes- I wasn't sure what the audience would be like, but I'm sure I can accommodate!"

Quick to jump to the next subject and just as eager to see to another fix, Donnie all but hops over to the selection of boards and parts he'd manufactured.

"Well let's see... making a wider one wouldn't be a problem. Have you skateboarded before?" he asks as he pulls a pair of boards from the shelf, looking between them and Shade's feet.

"I will trust in your strength to shut down any rabble rousing. There can be many high emotional numbers who make poor judgements and are easily roused into attack." He says it fondly, and without much actual worry.

"Oh, I've never done skating. But I have experience with kart racing." He then takes a moment to contemplate that. "Though I do not think that has much in common other then wheels."

Shade's talons and feet grind to the floor. Two toes in front, and a third in back. Easily seen he can pluck someone off the ground if he so chose to. His wings flick as well, another hurdle perhaps for skateboarding.

He'll happily shut them down with violence!

"Hm, no?" Donnie observes those feet, not really ideal for a board, no. "Making a board that would be sized for your feet wouldn't be a problem, but given the design of them, I don't think it would be suitable," he admits, stroking his chin. The wings could work if he keeps them fastened against him though...

"Light bulb!" he exclaims, snapping his fingers. "There's more than one way to shred. If you will allow me to take some quick measurements?"

"By all means," He says as he carefully hovers and finds a spot to sit. "It is quite exciting. I do not normally get these moments to fool around like many of the other Numbers in my circles." He seems quite excited, and it's very clear now even with him sitting he's quite tall.

Being surrounded constantly by people taller than you, someone this height doesn't phase Donnie too much. He'd like to think he's been growing although not nearly enough, still hovering between 5'4" and 5'5". Inwardly he's hoping his apalone spinifera traits kick in and he blows at least two of his brothers out of the water with a growth spurt.

Donnie pulls out measuring tape and sets to work measuring around Shade's feet and then from end to end with such efficiency that there's no doubt he's used to doing these sorts of things. He straightens up, turning to go look through the other parts he's made up.

"Prefs for colors?" Colors are important!

"If available, something darker purple or black. I have a theme here, and I can't be too bright, what kind of Vampire would I be otherwise?" He laughs. "A cute one perhaps." But regardless of his chatter he holds still for Donnie to do his work.

Perhaps he can bring the Wily Numbers in here, if things work out. So many of them are so adolescently coded... He's happy there's more then a game room or a hang out space for someone their sizes.

"Oh no, not at all, that's why I asked. Purple and black- very nice combination," the already purple and black coordinated turtle can't help but add. "You really a vampire or is it just at theme?" Because robot vampires are a thing! Just ask Jupiter Jim!

"So...who're these Numbers exactly? Or I guess what they'd classify as would be more what I meant but..." He shrugs, picking out some vibrant purple wheels, ten of them. They're still a little wide for what he has in mind but that's an easy fix. He starts to set them in a row on the counter, two rows of five. Then he picks up one of the boards he'd selected earlier.

What happens next is hard to describe, given that there's really not much that seems to happen, save that in one moment he's holding a board and in the next, it's... some sort of Shademan-foot-shaped frame, a metal cradle with straps that latch into place to secure them, open-toed and -heeled to take into account the claws. He turns it over, the underside housing some kind of parallel-walled opening, and its here that he picks up one wheel, the shape inexplicably flattening and enlarging just a touch before he slots it into place, following suit with four more wheels. He holds the finished thing up for inspection, giving the wheels a spin with the flick of a claw before holding it out to Shademan so he can get started on the other rollerboot.

Shade watches with subtle bewildering. Its not completely out of the question, manifesting armor is something he's seen Megaman do. But this is abit more of a mystical variety. Oh fascinating.

"I am an honest to goodness robot vampire. Perhaps not in a traditional sense but the theme leads to authenticity. I can even drain another robot of their fuel if I so choose." He states matter of factly. He leans and feels the end of the rollerboot and rolls the wheels making a hum of approval.

"The Numbers... Wily Numbers primarly. There are Light Numbers as well, but mine are Wily. One might consider them siblings to me, perhaps brothers in arms is still a brother all the same."

"Coooool." He has to admit, Shademan looks a lot more stylish than the Robot Vampires from Jupiter Jim, although Donnie still appreciates the classic look.

Wily Numbers, Wily Numbers... Has he heard of Wily? Some other scientist, he figures, assuming that the Light Numbers pertained to the same Doctor Light Rock had mentioned to him once. And as humanoid as they all appeared, they still shared some similar features enough that Donnie can tell. "Huh, I see. What about that Bass guy? He's super annoying." He's not really sure what his relationship is with the guy himself, either he hates him, finds him a tolerable existence or just likes using him for target practice.

What's stranger is that the skateboard deck had certainly been wood in its previous state. The turtle's handing over the second boot, also metal, in short order. "Here, try these."

Shade takes them eagerly applying them to his person. He laughs delighted. "You are full of tricks yourself, I was curious on it before. But now I see, is it some kind of alchemy. Magic? It does tend to overlap so much doesn't it."

Then as he considers the words before he makes a fond face. "Bass is a Special Wily Number. So he gets special treatment, I am sorry for his behavior he can be quite much. He was built specifically to counter Megaman and well you know how those stories go."

He twists his finger in the air. "Doctor Wily can be quite brilliant but I think he focuses much too strongly on aesthetics. But on occasion there is one of us that is created that truly is a marvel."

"Some kind of in-between," Donnie admits, trying not to make a face. "Unfortunately there's no very scientific way to describe it, except that I can only change things so long as they don't exceed my own size." Otherwise, apart from perhaps some very intricate and impossible atomic restructuring, well. That was just it, wasn't it?

"Quite much is an understatement. The first time I ran into him he was crazy and over-juiced on some weird energy. I thought that was just the energy but nope, turns out he's just crazy." And Rock has to deal with that? Well, it makes Donnie feel a little better.

"Nothing wrong with aesthetics, but there should be a good balance," he says, nodding.

"I would love to know more on this when you are free. Magic does have its own rules like Science but its much looser it seems. How quaint." Tap tap to his face. As he thinks on what he heard about Bass.

"He's making friends then, how wonderful." A teasing word as he chuckles. "He's very eccentric yes, but he has an honour all his own. Once you find out how he works he's easy to get along with." Spoken as if that's only half a truth.

"He's primarily why I asked if you could handle the place here if the Wily Numbers got unruly."

"I guess I wouldn't mind it. I'm...admittedly not an expert on magic, still trying to wrap my head around a lot of things, mystic-wise in general because it seems I can't escape it." Especially not when his arms and hands are literally magical stone now.

Donnie shoots Shademan a Look at the friend comment, but he supposes he doesn't out right hate the crazy bot. He'd been a very convenient outlet when Donnie had felt like everything was just falling to pieces around him, a willing combatant to help him blow off some steam. Strange acquaintances at best, maybe.

"Oh. Well, wouldn't be the first time I've had to fight him if it came down to it."

"No one is ever truly an expert in anything. Even famed Scientists." Is that a jab at his master. Who knows. It could even be a jab at Doctor Light. "Is it your hands then, I first assumed they were gloves but they seem much more attached to your body."

He smiles in that ever knowing way he does that a certain friend would pettily call out. "I'm no stranger to the mystic, I have noticed many of us Robot Masters are gifted with things alittle beyond what should be possible." He cackles. "I can understand your plight is what I mean."

"As for Bass, I'm certain once routine falls in he might calm down as much as Bass can."

Donnie looks at his hands, lifting them as he flexes his little clawed fingers that he's preferred to wear these days. "Well, not exactly. That's an entirely different matter but unfortunately no less mystical." He shrugs. "It is actually kind of annoying how much magic-anything has decided to shove itself into my business."

At this rate he's not surprised to hear that even these Robot Masters have potential access to something different than what one would otherwise expect from scientific and technological methods. He wouldn't be surprised if it was due to some experimentation with unknown powers. That seems...a pretty fair culprit, and he can't help but think of the strange power crystals he extracted from Bass when the guy had first been about on a near literal meltdown.

"Heh. Somehow 'as much as Bass can' doesn't sound like it'll be much difference," the turtle observes, but he sounds at least a little amused. "So what do you do? And have you been settling in all right? It seems like we keep getting more and more of you guys, assuming that most of the humanoid bots I've been seeing pop up on the network are related to your Numbers or Rock."

"That certain seems to be a case for many science types. Perhaps a cure can be found, but a curse can be so fickle." Shade nods as if he seems to grasp the depth of this. Even with that little context it seems to him to make sense its a curse.

"Oh what can you do with wild youths." Says one who is not much older regardless. He fondly sighs. "How envious." Laughing at his own joke he stands to test the rollerboots weight distribution.

"Ah wouldn't that be wonderful to know. I am multi functional. Recon, intelligence gathering. Stealth based primarily." He grins awkwardly. "I suppose since we're all on the same side in such a place, I can reveal a little more. I can also create ultra sonic waves with my voice, and hypnotic glares." Chuckling more.

"I was meant to hypnotize the masses, but it seems my vocals only work to harm and my glances don't work well in large crowds. As for the family, The Wily Numbers are quite numerous, it is no surprise to see more then the Light numbers come through." He strides forward sliding with grace.

"I would not be surprised to see a Cossack number some day."

The turtle's face sours at the curse labeling. "...I guess it's more of a perspective thing. This was an accident," he says, wiggling his fingers before he morphs his hand into a blade. It's a fun party trick. "The turning things into other things....I'd consider that more of a curse because the source was a big jerk." But he can't deny their uses, and nor can he deny that the Gauntlets can be considered a curse given everything that's come with it, but he still doesn't regret having them. Things would have been a lot different if he'd never gotten them stuck on his hands. The thought that it could have been Leo always turns his stomach. He'd never want any of his siblings to have to deal with this.

"Hey, nothing wrong with stealth-based!" Donnie says, morphing his hand back. "As a ninja I can appreciate such a build. Sonic waves sound pretty cool though, although given the implications, not something I think I want to be caught on the other end of."

He watches as Shademan tests out the skates, well, rollerblades, that usual sense of eager anxiety in seeing something he's made be put to use for the first time.

"Cossack? Is that another scientist's line? Wow, how many of you guys are there?"

"I see then, you'd be quite formidable. Morphing hands for adaptability, a bit of magic to boot, then ninja training on top." Shade seems to be quite pleased with this. Or at least enjoying the concept. "I know a certain Robot Master of similar style. So the admiration is returned."

Then he chuckles. "I can only hope not to use it, its not devastatingly dangerous, my voice is much better suited to music." the skates move smoothly, Shade flaps his wings as he just lets it move him forward without using his legs broadly.

"Yes, Doctor Cossack. Its quite a story of his involvement. As for the number of Robot Masters in existence. Actual Robot Masters, not subordinate AI. Perhaps 57. Including Protoman, Bass and a dear miss Roll."

As much as Donnie loves to show off, he knows (somewhat) better than to show all his cards. He's not quite sure how he'd explain the whole ninpō thing anyway. But he grins, proud to feel he's capable enough to hold his own, and at the very least he can give bigger opponents second thoughts about messing with him.

"Music? Oh, do you sing? Musical preferences?" He grins as he watches Shademan skate. Rollerblades were definitely a good call, he decides, satisfied. Skateboarding wouldn't have best accommodated the wings. This way, the skates are more supplementary and Shademan can take advantage of the mobility while making use of his wings whenever he feels the need. Donnie bets he can pull of some pretty sick tricks too once he gets a feel for things.

"...okay but that is a lot of Robot Masters. You're all amazing."

"I have a soft spot for cheesy pop music, little bit of Opera, primarily indie. In truth, I think I just prefer anything that allows me to belt out notes." Shade admits, which makes sense and is perhaps troubling paired to the fact he has super sonic screams.

He spins turning back to Donnie's direction. Its kinder to speak face to face. The tail flicks to help balance and his wings angle to straighten him back up.

"We are full of potential! And I refuse for our new species to be snuffed out before we're even a decade old as a whole." Shade says suspiciously. "I've noted how we're all in different points in time as well as space and that is hope enough for me."

"Oh, I love pop music! My go-to since you can't really sing to most techno. Opera...not so much, but I do love some good showtunes." Opera is more his dad's thing. Not at all hip.

Donnie blinks then as he soaks in this information. "But why would someone..?" he starts. He really has no idea what sort of background any of them were coming from. Rock had only mentioned that there were some built to help with maintenance...? "Ah, time is definitely a strange factor here," he says, not looking terribly crazy about that detail himself, but he's well aware that not everyone has such extreme existences like he and his brothers seem to have.

"Before my arrival I was... recovering some of my siblings from an assault on our home. Many were nearly fatally damaged. A nightmare of a visitor tore through our forces and left us even more at the mercy of what it sealed within it." Shaking his head. "A force which desired to annihilate the entirety of Earth."

He stops blading and his wings wrap round himself. "Went from one impossible enemy to 8. And I do not think I enjoy the prospect of death all too much. But its a problem I can not deal with in this moment. So why should I focus when Time is bendable and perhaps able to be turned back."

That's...not at all a pleasant scenario. Donnie grimaces, folding his arms tightly against himself.

"...things need to stop deciding to take over or destroy Earth," he mutters. Things he has to look forward to whenever and if he's ever sent back. That's also something he dreads, really. Not entirely for what he has to catch up with, but for what and who he'll be leaving behind here if it happens. But there's also a part of him that wonders if he'd be able to go back at all, now that he's connected to this dimension through the meddlings of not one but two Primes, essentially. That's a whole different box of feelings in a tangled mess that he hasn't touched, and he shoves it back into his mental closet before it tries to unpack itself again.

"Unfortunately it's as unpredictable as our comings," he observes. "But I'm sure whatever happens whenever it happens, you'll do what you think is necessary, and to the best of your capabilities. That's the only thing we can trust, right?" Themselves.

"An unfortunate sentiment. The nightmare originally seemed only to be after our master Wily, and perhaps us Numbers as well. How this invader knew his name and location, I have theories and they are none too pleasant." Folding his arms over his chest.

"And even if they were only after our creator, that is simply an outcome none of us want." Then he smiles somber some. "Luckily I am prepared for my own return. So when the time comes..."

He frowns. "I will simply exist as I am here and now. And worry later. Come now, onto better pasturing topics."

He bows and skates closer. "I must assume a ship as this has a karaoke bar."

Right. Nothing they can do here. There's no guarantee that they retain their memories when they go back, but if they did, Donnie wonders if he'd be able to thwart a potential alien invasion. He shakes his head.

"I- Huh. That. Is an excellent question actually. We have a bar, but I have not seen a karaoke space. It wouldn't be a difficult thing to set up though, either at the bar itself or in another space entirely."

"Perhaps something to put on an agenda to build later." Shade seems to perk right up, as if it was so easy to forget the world around him.

"It will be so exciting."

"I'll bring it up with Mikaela. She's always up for some good entertainment," Donnie grins. "But for now my meager offerings of a skatepark will have to suffice."

"A most humbling gift indeed. I will treasure it. And perhaps bring some hyperactive Numbers with me next visit." He bows. "I must go try it all out then, I will give you a report of my time, and if there's anything amiss or needs tempering I will alert you."

"-not that there should be anything amiss of course, but it hasn't been properly stress-tested, so any input will be appreciated." Donnie sweeps an arm out towards the rest of the room.

"Go forth and conquer!"

With that Shade takes flight, lands on a new surface and salutes. "As you command." He playfully says and boosts himself down a ramp.

It must be a sight to see someone so refined partaking in such a sport.

Gold Mask had dropped everything and come running as soon as he saw the video. He was already bursting with excitement as he came through the door and looked around. It was even better than it had looked on his datapad. He grinned and hopped from one foot to another, before bursting into a run to more closely examine the nearest ramp.

Even without knowing how to use a skateboard at all or what you would even do on one, the array of things spread throughout the room and the way the person in the video had talked about it made it seem like it was the next best thing to hitting a home run. And maybe it was.

He ran a hand down the material of the ramp, and was surprised and pleased to find out that it wasn't wood at all as he'd thought at first. Good. Wood had its place, but if you wanted anything to survive long, metal alloys were often the best bet.

"I've got to show Quick," he said with a more quiet smile, thinking of the sort of things he could get up to with the robot master in a place like this.

Metal just made things more durable, and when you were in a ship surrounded by beings that where at times so big they could crush a normal skateboard ramp into toothpicks with one foot, it just seemed the way to go. Donnie built things to last, and he wanted this to last.

But there was the enthusiasm that he'd been hoping for, even if it was from an unlikely source. There were so many bots he didn't know more than by a data entry on his comm.

"Hey!" he greeted, zipping down to land by Gold Mask.

Gold Mask heard a noise approaching, but he didn't turn at first, optics moving here and there as he tried to imagine what could be done with the treasures in front of him. His soft expression went softer as he took it all in with a look he usually only gave his brothers or a well done play.

Finally he turned his head. He blinked once at seeing Donnie up close, but his smile didn't waver at all. "Hey, yourself. You made a nice introduction, and did a better job on making all this. Name's Gold Mask. I'm an Iron Leaguer. I was built to be the best at soccer and baseball. I don't know how to play skateboarding, but..."

He turned back to the equipment, optics shining. "I can learn, if you can teach. And you mentioned stunts. So I'll take it that once the basics are learned, you can trick gravity into thinking you can fly. Thats where I want to be."

"A pleasure, Gold Mask. I'm Donnie. Are you by any chance an acquaintance of Magnum Ace?" The build style struck him as similar, anyway.

"Well, you don't 'play' skateboarding, necessarily. The act of playing is in skateboarding itself, if we have to get technical." He grins. "The concept is quite simple. You have your board, your wheels, you stand on it and propel yourself with one foot to keep it in motion. Balance is key. To maneuver, you shift your weight on the board, which has a very subtle flex which influences the wheels and the direction you wish to turn towards."

Donnie stepped over to take one of the already made boards from the hooks it hung upon, setting it on the floor to mount so he could do a quick demonstration.

"Stunts will come after you have mastered basics. It is easier said than done, but once you get a feel for it, then we can start teaching you how to fly. But I'd recommend the bowls first, once you feel comfortable enough with staying on a skateboard. It'll give you some flexibility and it's not as steep as the ramps but it's good practice."

BRO! This might be one of the coolest things you've built to date!! I can't wait to tear it up.

Schedule that skateball game for ASAP. It's been too long since I wiped the floor with you guys.

[And screenshotting for posterity's sake.]

I am available whenever you and Michael are good for it. Your premature overconfidence is noted.

There's no such thing as overconfidence. Plus that only applies when you aren't the reigning skateball champ

Yeah, but when was the last time you played skateball?

When was the last time YOU played skateball? You spend like 95% of your time in your lab.

Okay fair but you're like

Older.

[Donnie mentioning the Taboo Topic of his age did throw Leo off a little, but that would not stop the banter.]

I am shocked and almost offended you think we would hang up our skateboards. All it means is I got two years more experience and tricks up my sleeves.

[Donnie has to pause because he is still snickering from when he'd sent the earlier response.]

Okay but you're clearly going to have to prove it.

[The idea that Donnie was calling him "old" doesn't even cross Leo's mind because it is such a ridiculous concept.]

BRING IT!

[Ridiculous or frightening to acknowledge that Leo is practically an adult now?

....actually now that Donnie really thinks about it it is kind of weird and unsettling so he's going to very pointedly try to divert his attention to some skateball practice.]

OH, consider it BROUGHT.

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[Action] How are we doing, fellow kids.

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