August Missions!

[terminalmods]

TERMINAL TOKYO MESSAGE BOARD

Wanted: 6 artistic type fellas to help Neku with a mural!	We need fish! Lotsa fish! Go get some, 'kay!	Seeking any and all who would be willing to help keep our patients happy and comfortable. We thank you for your time!	WHOEVER IS SETTING PARK BENCHES ON FIRE, YOU BETTER QUIT IT!
Needed: 6	Needed: 10	Needed: 10	NEEDED: 10
When: 8/5	When: 8/6	When: 8/8	WHEN: 8/10
300 BIT	40 BIT A FISH	300 BIT	600 BIT

[OOC: Please, only one mission per Chosen so that others have a chance to take part as well! This will act as a mingle log. There really is no sign up for these. We just request that you do not go over the max number of participants. Enjoy!]

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Mural-AUGUST 5

[terminalmods]

[With Deputymon's permission, Neku is going to be working on a mural on an assigned space near the Terminal Building. However, Deputymon thinks that the kid needs some more friends, and is calling out to the Chosen to give him a hand.

So six more BESIDES NEKU are requested for this endeavor.]

Re: Mural-AUGUST 5

[badluckbabe]

Jinx and Noir as a Kuramon are no strangers to art. Rather Jinx had taken a job the first month she had arrived to help beautify the city and had done so by painting images of trainers and Digimon past and present in the areas that needed brightening up.

This would be more complicated though and she was not the leader of a team. So this time she arrived with her supplies in a bag and a smoothie in hand waiting to see how things would work.

[scratchitti]

Neku was already there, having set up over the last hour. Not only did he have an array of spraypaint, but also various housepaints as well, along with brushes and rollers and everything anyone could need. His intent, originally, was for a project for *himself* but the Deputymon had insisted on this in exchange for free reign. He could... handle that, but he was pretty sure the digimon were taking his crest too literally.

Neku himself was decked out in old paintstained jeans and a battered tee-shirt, a bandanna protecting his hair. Knowing his luck SOMEONE would spill SOMETHING, he was prepared. The recently hatched Zerimon was also near by, hopping in a few paint splatters and leaving tail streaks and perfectly round tracks all around her.

"Good, at least someone came prepared."

[badluckbabe]

"Always." Jinx took a brush from her bag and twirled it skillfully between her long delicate fingers.

"I gotta admit though, I'm not sold on this group art project bit. Not yet. I tend to work better solo." A comment that made her partner roll his eyes. But he said nothing to argue the point.

[scratchitti]

"I'm usually not either, honestly. But the Deputymon wouldn't give me the space otherwise."

He huffs, pondering what she said. "When you said you work solo... you paint?"

[badluckbabe]

"It's a soothing hobby." She explained and her partner swooped down snatching her D-Terminal and popping it open to show Neku pictures of her work. Jinx had apparently been painting images of Digimon and chosen heroes both current and long since gone. She's not bad for an amateur.

[perrytheperson]

Perhaps a little late to the party, but it was better late than never. Perry was probably not what most would consider the artistic type, but when you couldn't speak, you tended to hone whatever non-verbal communication skills you could. He was honestly more of a doodler than an actual artist or painter, but he did like to try his hand at new things.

So it is without much fanfare that Perry approaches Jinx and Neku carrying his own bag of supplies for the mural, Bartholomew at his side floating along.

[scratchitti]

"Wow these are... actually pretty good. I'd compare notes but I didn't bring my sketch book. Guess actions will have to do."

He smirks a little, only to notice their third.

"Oh hey... Perry, right?"

Go Fish!-AUGUST 6

[terminalmods]

[With the new Chosen coming in, the Damemon need several Chosen to go out and catch some fish for dinner! Obviously they can't do it themselves because they're too busy cooking (also, their little arms are just too short).

Those who go out will be paid by the fish, and the biggest fish get a huge fish dinner as a bonus!

Even if everyone can get fish for dinner...]

[velveteenmage]

"This isn't so bad. At least it's quiet." Waver admitted, legs swinging slightly off the edge of the pier.

"And we're getting paid for it, with any luck." Wizardmon added--the fishing line was tied to the end of his staff, and the two had been passing the makeshift rod back and forth between themselves for a while now. "I can't help but notice we've been having a little trouble on that front, have we not?"

"We'll be fine." Waver countered, crossing his arms. "I'm used to supporting myself. I don't need anyone's help."

Wizardmon gave his partner a look, but said nothing on the matter as he pulled in a pitifully small fish.

"Hm...have to start somewhere." He dropped it into a bucket of water behind them, handing the makeshift pole to Waver to make an attempt.

[for_granite]

"I don't suppose you thought of getting a fishing pole first, huh?" Terra, who approaches the duo from behind, has a fishing pole of her own over her shoulder. ...And Gotsumon's chasing a butterfly nearby. Looks like he's got his own entertainment. "'Cause I dunno if that'll catch much."

[velveteenmage]

"Waver seemed to think cutting corners in this case would be more efficient." Wizardmon remarked, tugging lightly on his wide-brimmed hat in a polite greeting.

"Do you have to say it like that? You might as well just say 'we couldn't afford a fishing pole'." the magus countered, frowning.

[for_granite]

"Wanna use mine for a little? Ya know, redeem yourself."

Terra walks over and plops herself down beside them, pulling a plastic bag full of bait out of her pocket.

[velveteenmage]

"Thanks, but it's fine. We'll manage." Whether Waver actually believed that or not was anyone's guess.

[for_granite]

"F'you insist."

She gets to work at baiting the line.

"If you can't afford one, maybe you should get a job."

[velveteenmage]

"I have one. It's just that someone eats way too much." Waver shot a pointed look at Wizardmon, who pulled his collar a little higher over his face with a sheepish laugh. "But it's fine. I'm used to taking care of myself, so we'll manage well enough."

Candy Striper-AUGUST 8

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[The Digimon Hospital has had an influx of injured Digimon enter through their doors, many who do NOT want to be there. A request has been sent out for Chosen and their partners to come and help put the Digi-Patients at ease. Keep them company, play games with them, whatever you think will help them stay put until they are better.]

Re: Candy Striper-AUGUST 8

[lovespinkbirdies]

[ You know, Chika thought that helping out at a hospital would be... well, better than this. Sure, she knew that not everyone took to being helped all that well. Or wanting to stay still, and that taking care of digimon and people was hard work.

But she didn't expect to get yelled at a lot just for trying to make some of the digimon more comfortable. A few of the more aggressive digimon even threatened her and she needed to put Biyomon back in her digivice to keep him from attacking to protect her. Hopefully the next patient that she and Biyomon were set to go take care of and spend time with would be... well, nicer.

But waiting outside of the room wouldn't do, so she and Biyomon walked in, and Chika forced a smile on her face. ]

Hi there! My name's Chika, and I'm here to visit you for a bit if you want company.

[sonati]

[Sonata, in the meantime, is in the next room over, putting on a performance for the Digimon. She's singing Uhho uhhoho, though it's receiving mixed reviews so far.]

Come, come, all you lonely people
There's no point in feeling blue
Everyone, everyone has their doubts
Let's just sing together and have fun

[lovespinkbirdies]

[ Chika blinks, before giggling a bit. ]

And I guess Sonata-chan is here to sing for everyone too.

And don't worry, I'm sure that you'll all get better in no time.

[ Part of her wants to go say hi to the other girl, but she's going to wait until Sonata comes over here, at least. She can't exactly leave her patient alone, after all. ]

[sonati]

[Sonata doesn't take long to join up with Chika- she's been doing mostly one song a room unless they want an encore]

Chika! You're helping out here, too? Sonata's been singing for the Digimon.

[lovespinkbirdies]

[ Chika giggles and smiles. ]

Yep! I am. I'm not doing singing though, I'm just mostly asking if they want anything and helping them out with it. Like, if they need more pillows or food or if they want to talk or something.

[sonati]

Is that so....

But singing helps make others happy, too! Chika should sing the next song with Sonata.

Fire!-AUGUST 10

[terminalmods]

[Starmon has had it with whatever Digimon has been setting the park benches on fire! He's only one Digimon, after all, and needs some people to not only put out the many fires, but to capture the culprit so that he or she may be punished (a little jail time never hurt anybody, right?).]

[betrayalcutsdeep]

Why someone would be setting park benches on fire, Jin had no idea. It seemed like a senseless act of vandalism that only really punished the people living in the city. But maybe he would find out once he caught the firebug. For now he would be at the park, dealing with the burning benches.

"Yukito, try not to freeze this one solid."

The Sorcermon huffed, pointing his staff.

"There was hardly anything left, anyway. Ice Illusion!"

The localized blizzard piled snow on the bench, putting out the flames...and leaving the scorched seat covered with snow and ice.