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Who: Kiyotaka Ishimaru (

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What: To Oz We Go!
Where: The Northern shore of Cavern Lake
When: Mid-day, 20 May

[If a Digimon falls into a lake from a great height, and nobody else is around to hear, does it make a sound? The answer to that may be debatable in some circles, but there is no denying the uproar when said Digimon's partner crashes into the water a quick moment later, shirtless and screaming, having been swept up in the middle of changing.]

What just happened? What did you do?!
Nothing!

[When Ishimaru agreed to take a break from studying and train with Ryudamon, he didn't say anything about swimming... While he may be learning new things about the mechanics of this world every day and teleportation doesn't seem as far-fetched as it used to, it's clear from the way Ryudamon flounders around to stay afloat that dropping into the middle of a lake wasn't either of their idea.]

Well, we must get to land!
I can't swim...
Very well, I will teach you later! Please, hold on to me- and my clothing!

[Suddenly, Ishimaru lifts a hand out of the water, presenting his slacks and boots to Ryudamon, who takes them with a resigned sigh that causes him to choke on a mouthful of water.]

Ffffft! Why do you need-

[As soon as Ryudamon's claws are on him, Ishimaru sets off at the fastest crawl he can manage, heedless of anything else until they reach the shore. As Ryudamon clambers onto land, shivering and shaking water from himself, Ishimaru catches his breath in the shallows until he can manage to shout off into the forest.]

Hello! Is anybody here?! Good afternoon, we're lost!
Shh! Are you trying to get us attacked?

[He frowns and takes his sodden clothing back, going to hang it up on the closest tree as Ryudamon speaks.]

Not everyone here's going to help you! I don't know how to get back to town, but... maybe we should wait. You know, quietly.
Why? Do people pass by often?
Well, probably not...

[A contemplative look passes over Ishimaru's face, and he starts to clamber up the tree before he yells into the woods, again.]

Would somebody help us? Hey- Please, excuse my state of undress! It was beyond my control! Hello? We are located next to the lake!

[If not found immediately, he'll be here for a while, alternately shouting or debating at a more moderate volume with his Digimon.]

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[Wow, this guy is really really energetic! And happy! And cheerful! It's almost overwhelming.]

How come you were still wearing it if you're not enrolled in school? [She knows she showed up in hers, but she ditched it as soon as she could.]

[What isn't there to be happy about? They have a veritable team on the lookout for tracks now, and there's no conceivable way that this situation could be his fault. Though, he's growing increasingly agitated as he speaks, now.]

I haven't found a suitable replacement. Since I arrived here, my priorities have been studying and training with Ryudamon. Furthermore, there is no standard of appearance in this world... to be frank, I don't understand how to decide on clothing in this chaos!

[Okay, so now she raises an eyebrow and tries not to slow down. Rather she scuttles a few steps to the side to give him space.]

Uhh, yeah, dude. Because you just...pick it out. [She pulls at her gray and black t-shirt and jean-shorts.] No standard, just what you like.

...What I like?!

[For a moment, his resolute scan of the woods wavers to glance at her. He's clearly shocked by this revelation.]

It's so simple! Is there really nothing else to it?

[He's a nervous bird. He's a frightened nervous, twitchy bird.

She nods slowly, letting out a nervous laugh.] Preeeetty much. I guess there's what looks good together, but that's all...up to you, anyway.

I see! So, I must learn what looks good, soon.

[His brow furrows, he glares off into the trees.]

How embarrassing, I should have been prepared- I always expected that I would have more time... Tell me, where can I study fashion?

[WHO THE HELL IS THIS GUY.]

You don't study it, you... well, I guess maybe some do? Fashion schools, that, but they don't have any of them here.

[Hey, he's already painfully aware of the lack of schools!]

Well- how can I learn? What were you going to say?!

[Before she can even answer:] Tell him, Terra!

[Gotsumon sounds distressed because it looks like Ishimaru might cry.] O-okay!! You just kinda know it, or, or find someone else who knows, I'm sure there're fashion people here, somewhere, it, comes naturally!

[A fashion person, she is not.]

It comes naturally...? No, there isn't anything that can only be achieved by natural talent! There must be a way for me to learn!

[Yes, there are some tears with that statement, but he barely even seems to notice. Ryudamon just silently shakes his head as he trudges behind, having already gotten enough time enough to see how Ishimaru can be passionate over just about anything.]

...I simply need to find someone who will teach me. Thank you, Terra!

You're...wel...come... [Just go with it, just go with it. He's weird but well-meaning, it seems.] Glad to help...

[Just ahead, it appears oddly enough that the world's gone dark. The forest hasn't become any thicker, but instead it's gone immeasurably black, though if they peer enough, they'll likely see the faint outline of train tracks, leading north and south.]

That's...weird.

What is this?

[No reason to stop, that's for certain. Without waiting for an answer, he charges forward to examine it while Ryudamon, looking more skeptical, protectively sticks close to his side.]

Hey-! There are the tracks!

Uhh... I dunno, um... you sure?

[She also approaches a bit more cautiously; no flashlight here, no way to see in the dark.]

...I am not! I can't see them clearly.

[A few paces into the darkness, he stops and turns back.]

Well, we've made an interesting discovery!

[His enthusiasm even now surprises her, but she takes a few steps forward. Gotsumon pokes the darkness(?).]

Uh, yeah... A creepy one. Doesn't help us get back if we can't see where we're walking, though.

[He peers back into the visible forest.]

That isn't true! If we follow the boundary, we may be able to find where the tracks lead!

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Yeah... I guess... Get outta there, it's freaking me out. [She looks to the North, though she has no way of telling which direction it is, along the border of the darkness that doesn't mean they'd have to walk through a river.]

Don't worry, I will not delay us any more!

[He marches back out, sets off in the direction she's looking without stopping.]

It would be troublesome if we're still lost at nightfall!

[Whoa, she didn't expect him to just charge off! Gotsumon cheers and runs after, and Terra trails after them.]

Y-yeah, but-- you didn't delay us-- okay, fine.

[As they walk, they'll eventually reach the end of the dark area, which curves to the West, and the tracks come into view. If they follow them, they'll come to a terminal. The Beach Terminal.]

[He sees no reason to do anything but follow and, predictably, he's pleased with his decision when it turns out to be more constructive than aimless wandering.]

That was simple! Thank you for your assistance, Terra! I'm grateful! I would not have known to search for tracks without you!

S'fine. We're both stuck out here, so might as well. Huh, wonder if we just tell 'em to take us back to the city...

[A Trailmon's at the station, of course. Terra can't help but wonder about that dark place, but she's just grateful to be getting back.]

I don't know, I have not yet traveled out of the city!

[He'll just go on ahead and- well, introduce the whole lot of them to the Trailmon first, and then see to asking for transport.]

[Indeed, the Trailmon can, and they're on their way back, though the chatty Digimon keeps conversation up even during giving them a ride.

Terra's just tired enough to be amused.]

[Perfect! He has plenty to say; he still has a lot of questions about the Digital World, after all.]

How convenient! It would be wonderful if all public transport could talk, isn't that right?

Hmmm... I dunno, it'd probably get a bit annoying.

[The Trailmon lets out an affronted gasp.]

N-not you! I mean, like-- uhhh, those darn, jeeps! Cars, so rude. [What's she even saying???]