Just in Time for the Movies.

[terminalhelpers]

Characters: Everyone! (Only new arrivals are allowed in the Terminal Room)
When: Starting August 4th, 2013
Where: Terminal Room or all over town!
What: An open mingle log for everyone to play in!

Last month, there was no earthquake signalling new arrivals.

That's not a pattern; the ground quakes, the chutes in the Terminal Room activate, and Culumon trembles with excitement. There are so many lonely Digimon that had appeared recently and--finally-- their partners have arrived!

With Chosen disappearing every now and then, fresh faces will be very helpful.

OOC: Feel free to mark your characters in different locations! They can be just arriving in the Terminal Room you read about in the arrival post or anywhere on the map! Also feel free to mark the day for each thread. You can also request to play with Culumon, too! Have fun, guys!

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[robotfightclub]

[Ratchet's question strikes Arcee silent for awhile, walking along without a single word. For a moment, it almost seems like she's not going to answer at all until she finally gives a sad sigh.]

...No.

[That's it, that's all she can manage right now.]

[rustypistons]

[Everyone should be at the base--at least, that's what he assumes. Of course, so should Arcee. He hasn't been gone for that long, unless Shockwave messed around with his chronometer as well.]

It's...better that they aren't. Safer than here.

[Except for the part where Megatron threatened them, and the team, and the base, and Ratchet has no reason to believe he'll leave any of them alone. But he won't say that.] It doesn't seem like there is a way back. But there ought to be, correct? We can't be expected to just sit here while everything goes on without us.

[bigsoftie]

Like what? Power naps?

[And almost immediately Leatherhead rushes over, giving Impmon a reprimanding look.

Hi uh, big awkward teen with feet and arm bandages here. Don't worry, they're not hurt.]

I am sorry. Impmon likes to tease, even when it is not wise to.

[rustypistons]

[Well, Bearmon has leather belts around his fists. So really, the bandages aren't that strange. Just concerning. A bit. Impmon was not the best person to place in front of Ratchet at the moment or ever, but the arrival of this new human seems to temper things a bit.]

This isn't a good time for teasing.

And it's not the best way to make friends.

[Ratchet crosses his arms and gives Bearmon a bit of a stare. Friends. Yeah, that is the farthest from Ratchet's mind right now.]

...I'm just saying...

[bigsoftie]

Well excuse me for being around sticks in the mud.

[Leatherhead delivers the digimon another glare.]

No, it is not.

Are you a new arrival?

[candeloro]

I just- I can't believe that this is all really happening... if anyone deserves another chance at life, it isn't someone like me.

[rustypistons]

[Who wants to see Impmon vs Ultra Magnus everybody raise their hands.]

Very new.

I'm so glad my Chosen finally arrived! [Aw, Bearmon. He looks so unbearably happy. And Ratchet just cannot match that. At all. Does not, in fact, even make an attempt.] It feels like I've been waiting forever. I was just saying that transitioning to here tends to be hard on everyone--at, least, so far as I've seen. It's not something Impmon should be giving someone a hard time over. [Huff. So there.]

...I was there, now I'm here, in a strange body, with a bear claiming he's my partner. It's been a rough day. [To say nothing of what he was just coming from.]

[velveteenmage]

[Waver paused, carefully sorting through his thoughts before speaking. He hardly knew this girl, so he couldn't speak to what kind of person she was. But Mami seemed nice enough, and more importantly she was distressed. So he chose his words as carefully as he could.]

L-look, I...don't know much about who should or shouldn't get a second chance. And I know you probably don't want my opinion, but...they keep calling us 'Chosen'. Like some force is going through all these different worlds picking out people based on some prerequisites or algorithms I don't understand. A lot of us seem ill-suited to be chosen for anything, but...I feel like we're here because this place really does need us specifically, not just some random group thrown together from as many parallel universes.

You seem like a nice person, Mami. I can't say whether or not you or any of us deserve to be here, but I don't think arguing or questioning the world will accomplish much.

[bigsoftie]

[Hand raise.

Bearmon you need to calm down.]

How do you even contain all that sunshine?

[Whatever, Impmon just rolls his eyes.]

Dealing with it better than Heather on his first day.

[Oh Leatherhead feels great shame, hanging his head.]

...it did not end well.

[rustypistons]

[Bearmon's eternal quest will be to make Ratchet be visibly happy for more than two seconds at a time. I did say eternal.]

People deal in different ways. I'm a fan of ignoring right now, in place of dealing with it, for example. Presumably it will backfire on me in some spectacular fashion in a few hours.

...Are you sure you don't need a doctor?

[Ratchet sighs and runs a hand--through...his hair. There's hair he has hair that's so organic and human and that feels. Strange. Don't mind if he plays with his hair, just a bit, while he talks.] I can't imagine anyone ending up here, out of the blue, with the story they've given us, handling it well.

[codes]

[ Pretty much, but she might have a soft spot for this Digimon in particular. ]

Yeah, maybe I could. You know people don't give stuff away for free, so you'll owe me a favor later--er, that's if I agree to it in the first place. What is it that you want?

[candeloro]

[Mami listens to Waver as he speaks, though she still has her doubts about being remotely near fit to be a 'Chosen', as Salamon put it. She was a defender of justice before, and look where it led her? Her selfishness put others into despair.]

... Salamon said something along those lines as well. [A small laugh; while the puppy-like Digimon might not have thought Mami heard a word she said, the ex-Puella Magi had caught the bit about being here to help save the world.] While I still believe I'm the least qualified person to be deserving of being here... I suppose there really is no use in protesting, is there?

[If this is punishment for her selfishness then so be it.]

[robotfightclub]

[Arcee says nothing more about the children. Don't get her wrong, she agrees. There's no way she wants to see them here. It's just a hard subject right now...

So instead she goes right for the other hard subject.]

We're not expected to sit, we're expected to fight. Congratulations, you just got drafted.

[There's a pinch of bitterness in her words. Even after four months, she's still just as upset about being dragged here.]

[revvinguptheharley]

"Soooo you're sure I'm not having a breakdown?"

"Pretty positive."

"Positive?"

"Positive!"

"You know they say only fools are positive."

"Are you positive?"

"Positive!"

Harley blinked at that and then grinned as she realized that the fluffy little plush toy looking monster had just pulled a fast one on her. He grinned smugly and she stood up throwing her head back and cackling wildly.

"Alright, you can stay!"

"Gee thanks. But for the record you need me more then I need you."

"Uh huh, you just keep telling yourself that."

She scooped up the Digimon by his belt and began skipping along swinging him along like a new handbag while he flailed and shouted in protest.

Clearly these two were off to a great start.

[rustypistons]

[If there's only a dash of bitterness in heres, there's a truckload in Ratchet's.] They're a little late for that. Don't they realize how difficult it is to fight in two wars at once?

[Hoo boy, that's a topic to steer clear of as well. Things might...actually be getting close to ending. But how many times through the years have they thought that?]

But I don't imagine we'll be going back home to continue our own, are we.

[robotfightclub]

I was told we'd be able to go back "home" after we were done with this scrap.

[She sneers to herself.]

If they don't keep their end of the bargain, they're gonna have another war on their hands, I can tell you that much.

[That other war being Arcee.]

[velveteenmage]

Afraid not. I'm sure people have probably tried putting up a fight already. [He smiled a little awkwardly, trying to calm her down while being a little uneasy himself.]

at the park

[woodenstarfish]

[Greetings Terminal Tokyo, there is a new visitor among you. Whether she is a stranger from the stars or a proper young lady is left for you to decide, but a girl sitting on a bench with a wooden carving of a star(fish) in hands really makes you question your decision.]

[But to Fuko, she was perfectly normal Fuko.]

Fuko? Fuuuko.

[Her partner, an Peguinmon, had been trying to get Fuko’s attention for awhile now. The girl was much too enthralled in her carving, too determined to make it just right. Even though her hands were starting to hurt and Tomoya would probably start yelling at her if he were here.]

There, all done. [Penguinmon cocked her head in confusion before Fuko shoved the carving in the Digimon’s face.] Here you go.

O-oh. Thank you. [Penguinmon blushed, her first present from her partner. Maybe Fuko did like her afterall, and she was just shy.] Such a pretty star.

It's not a star. It's a starfish. [Fuko stated with the utmost certainty as she was already working on another carving.]

Eh? [Shock of all shocks, Penguinmon was taken a little aback by the sudden statement.]

It’s a starfish. [She reitterated.] Why would I be making something as silly as a star?

Star carvings are silly? [The Digimon was even more confused now. But Fuko nodded a sagely nod.]

Yes of course they are. I mean, just look at it. Starfish are much cuter than stars, don’t you think? [Fuko said with a smile, before falling into a cuteness overload. Maybe you can see the starfish and sparkles floating around her. No argument was going to convince her otherwise.]

I-I guess so- Eh? Fuko? [Penguinmon shoved at Fuko a little but no dice; Fuko was completely gone at this point. Only a sudden scene shift would break her out of this.]

[rustypistons]

This is aaaabsolutely ridiculous. There must be someone in charge to complain to. With everything happening, there isn't any time to spend here.

But... [Bearmon's been quiet and listening intently this whole time, and his voice is a bit small when he does finally speak.] You're here to help save worlds! You wouldn't be here if it wasn't really important.

[candeloro]

I can imagine. [She knows Kyouko or Sayaka would.

... But it's best not to let her mind dwell on them right now, and instead, she forces a small smile.]

... I suppose I should apologize for my previous behavior, then. Allow me to re-introduce myself; my name is Mami Tomoe, and I'm a third-year student at Mitakihara Middle.

[sonati]

[The earthquake meant new arrivals, right? That was how it was the last time it happened. The last time it happened, Yuuko had arrived, as well.

But Yuuko wasn't here anymore. Nor were Orine or Makoto.

Still, that doesn't discourage Sonata from at least holding out hope that she'll see someone else she knows- maybe Suzuko, or even her sister. Penguinmon's been doing his best to discourage Sonata from getting her hopes up toomuch- he doesn't need her moping around the place again, even if he misses when she wasn't speaking to him.

As Chosen and penguin make their way through the park, Sonata has to do a double-take when she spies Fuuko with her own Penguinmon. As far as Sonata knew, hers was the only one she had ever seen.]

Ah! You have a penguin, too!

[robotfightclub]

Yeah, well they could've grabbed someone who wasn't busy.

[Apologies for scolding your partner, Ratchet, but his frustration must be rubbing off on her. This is stuff she's been trying her best to keep bottled up, but it looks like it's starting to seep out.

THANKFULLY, after a somewhat long walk, Arcee finally gets to both her apartment building and thus her apartment room. Unlike the Meeting Hall that houses the majority of the Chosen, Arcee's Crest district is lacking in residents and is therefore a lot quieter than most places.

Just like she said it would be.]

FINALLY. No one call the bed, I'm taking a nap after this. You people drain me.

[Thanks Sprocket.]

[rustypistons]

[Ratchet could certainly use a rest, but then, when couldn't he? Or any of them? And there were still so many questions.

At the very least, he can help unload the bags off of Arcee's partner. Grumbling the whole time. Naturally.]

There must be billions upon billions of beings in the galaxy. Why us? Why now? And why do we look like this?

Well...it's easier, isn't it? What if a giant came here? They wouldn't fit in any of the buildings! Or someone as small as a baby Digimon. Everything would be too big!

Easier for whoever built this place, not for us!

[velveteenmage]

Don't worry about it. [He waved a hand dismissively, trying not to make her meltdown seem like anymore of a big deal than she wanted to.]

I'm Waver Velvet, a student at the Clock Tower. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[robotfightclub]

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Sprocket acts as if he's 100% done with everything. Once all his bags are taken, he immediately turns back into his usual Tapirmon self and gives a nice big yawn.]

If you need me, I'll be in my sleeping chambers.

[And by that, he means Arcee's room. He toddles away.

Seeing as she has stuff she needs to get done, Arcee helps lead Ratchet to her kitchen hub. It isn't anything fancy, in fact...nothing in her apartment is very fancy. There's barely anything in there, only things deemed important enough. As such, it ends up looking rather plain.]

Trust me, Ratchet, you aren't about to get a good answer anytime soon.