I! I. I'm.... not scared. This is another one of your -- hare-brained ideas, isn't it, Reborn? I don't -- care what you do. You've thrown me to wolves already, this hardly... phases me. ....

And -- I don't care what you say. I'm not the next Cavallone boss.

[ooc: Had to be done. It's like -- adolescence and mafia in some intoxicatingly failuretastic potion, and you drink it and then can't walk and chew gum at the same time. Or something. ANYWAY SCHOOLAGE!DINO. :D]

I'm going as Florence Nightingale for Halloween; looks like Enzio isn't feeling too well. Poor guy, I didn't know turtles could shiver. Homesickness?

This place drives you crazy wanting to somehow help everyone out, huh?

Am I late getting to this place? Not that I have anything more than a theory or two on what This Place is.

It's actually oddly endearing here when you realize you recognize a few faces. So -- hey there, anyone have a brochure or map or bandaid?