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Just in Time for the Movies.

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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[It's pretty impressive, shutting Bullmon up, given that he's...a big brightly armored bull. Of all things.]

Everything? I very much doubt that. Unless you have a way to explain slipping into a parallel dimension in these bodies, at least in a way that's better than that letter explained. [Arcee can weather his frustration and general wat, he's sure.

Bearmon on the other hand just pats a comforting paw on Ratchet's leg.] It's not that difficult--but maybe I just think that because I'm a Digimon?

[He looks at the bear, who is not helping, at Arcee, at Bullmon, and just...deflates, shoulders sagging and a grumbling sigh crawling out of him.] All right, one thing at a time, before I blow something.

[Arcee gives Ratchet a sympathetic look, knowing very well how he feels. Hell, he's taking things a tinge better than she did. Although she has no way of knowing if he punched Bearmon yet...

Still, she's glad she caught him when she did, she has so much first hand experience to share with him. If she were the envious type, she'd almost be jealous that he even has someone to go over the ropes with him. It's no fun winging it alone, trust her.]

Come on, I have a place all to myself. Nice, quiet, and away from...this.

[She gestures to, well, everything. It's a city full of weird monsters and humans. Nothing is good about this ever.]

Or at least as away as you can get.

[Without anything more, she gives Sprocket a small tug on one of his horns to signal that they're moving now. She's not about to move too fast, there's no need to lose Ratchet as fast as she found him, but she's not going to stand around either.]

[No, he's managed not to punch the fuzzy partner. He might just punch something less sentient, though. The only reason he's not taking it worse is because--well, partly shock, partly his insistence on one thing at a time. It all still feels relatively like a hyperrealistic dream.

Ratchet follows, but he's distracted by said partner plodding along beside him. At least he's not being excitedly dragged around now.] So you're coming along?

Of course! We belong together, remember? We have to fight together to save the world! [He sounds way too happy about that ideal for Ratchet's taste right now.

Still, the medic won't lash out about it. Yet. He even finds it ironic.] ...I admit I have not had someone to personally look out for. [Unlike Arcee, for example, where his attention now turns.] Are any of the children here in this...strange land?

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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.

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.]

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.

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.]

[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!

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.

[Plain is fine. The base was plain enough, and it worked out well for everyone. Trinkets would just get in the way.

When Sprocket shrinks in size, body dramatically changing, that certainly gets Ratchet staring. How did--what-- While Bearmon just makes an impressed noise. He wants to be able to do that someday! But better not to push the topic yet, not so soon.]

Isn't that always the case? We never have good answers for anything, and the few answers we do get are...poor at best. You would think we'd be used to this by now.

No, I wouldn't. I'd actually be disappointed in us if we were used to this scrap by now. Just accepting things means you've given up without a fight.

[Calm down, Arcee.]

...Go ahead. Sit down.

[She motions to her tiny dinning table while she begins putting food in its proper place.]

I'll get you some water.

...Arcee, wait.

[He doesn't sit, but approaches as she's putting things away. Settles a hand on her shoulder. She's trying to settle him down, but he's gotten her so wound up. It's not unusual for her to try and diffuse a situation by being as blunt as possible, but he does feel a little guilty for putting her into this aggitated state.

To be honest, Ratchet didn't know what he was going to say. He's never been one for comforting words, unless it's about someone's recovery. So it's almost good that he gets distracted from his words.

Now that they're here, somewhere out of the way, somewhere they can talk, he's trying to clear his head, sort everything out. Now he's considering how this is Arcee. It's her voice, of course. Her memories, her attitude. Even, now that he looks at her, really looks, he can see a similarity in the general build. She looks like she could sneak around, do a few acrobatic leaps, and smack someone unsuspectingly in the face.

He supposes, if he uses his imagination, he could see where some of the more human features come from. Her eyes, too, still have that bright blue, and, looking close, some of that purple as well. Still, even though he knows he's talking to Arcee, just as she knows she's talking to Ratchet, to see her now like is--much like everything else about this trip--jarring.

To say nothing of himself. He hasn't even seen a mirror yet, and he can't do any self-diagnosis, get any readings or feedback that he normally would.

His hand tentatively slides from her shoulder down her arm, marveling at the change in sensation--not smooth metal now, but fabric and skin. Her fingers are still long and flexible and almost dainty, especially compared to his own hand holding hers.

In Ratchet's mind, it's all scientific curiosity and wonder. At least to set aside his anger, his concern. It's not his intent to be weird about her, but, c'mon, she's been through the whole human body thing, too.

On the other hand, to Bearmon, it looks like something else. He's turned his cap around, pulling the rim of it down over his eyes, backing out of the room.]

I-I'll give you two some space...

What? [He blinks, looking back up, startled out of his reverie. Very confused for a moment before--

Her hand is immediately dropped, and Ratchet is also immediately out of her space, hands up.] What, no no no, that's not--Bearmon, get back here!

[Arcee gives a mental groan out of irritation when Ratchet refuses to do what she asks. She gets ready to turn around and repeat herself, but things suddenly change when he touches her shoulder.

Her eyes double in size as she realizes what is happening. No one's...ever really touched her like that before. Or at all. The most she's ever gotten were playful nudges from Wheeljack and even then it only lasted less than a second. She never had an opportunity to realize it before, but touch feels a lot stranger when you're human.

But not only that, it actually calms her down. Her mind soon floods with thoughts, what was she doing? Ratchet just got here and here she was hoping that he'd get over it the moment they got to her apartment. Her apartment. She shouldn't even have an apartment, this is ridiculous.

Guilt begins to set in. Was she rushing him? Now that she thinks about it, she had to rush when she got here. She was all alone, after all. Trapped in a city, trapped in a body, surrounded mostly by teenage children. She had absolutely no one to relate to and explaining herself felt like an uphill battle. She had no choice but to "just get used to it". ...Which was exactly what she just described as giving up earlier. That realization hits her hard and she no longer looks surprised as Ratchet continues to study her arm. Instead, she only looks sad and disappointed in herself. This city changed her so much...

So go ahead, Ratchet. Take your time, explore her, erm, arm. She won't say anything or let it bother her, this is a completely normal reaction and she realizes it now. She's just glad she could be here for him during what she knows is a difficult time.

...

And then Bearmon had to ruin it.

The moment her hand is free, she goes back to her irritated state and grabs two glasses in a huff. WELL, SO MUCH FOR THAT.]

Think I'm gonna need something to drink, too...

[She then starts grumbling to herself, although what she's saying is anyone's guess.]

[Bearmon, ruiner of moments. The bear anxiously makes a motion to continue, he'll just be out over here away from them, up until Ratchet snatches the hat off his head.]

Go. Sit. Stay quiet. Please. [That 'please' is ground out and almost doesn't even make it out of his mouth.

Thankfully for all, Bearmon does as he's told, climbing up onto one of the seats and looking very distraught. Ratchet, hat still in hand, turns back to Arcee and clears his throat, though doesn't meet her eye. Awwwkward, Bearmon. You made things super awkward.]

A drink would be fine. And perhaps at some point I should take a look in a reflective surface.

[Things get even more awkward while Arcee gets them some water. Reflective surface? Like...a mirror?

Oh dear.]

Might need to go somewhere else for that.

[As Arcee removed all her mirrors for...personal reasons. Don't expect her to explain, Ratchet, she refuses to.

Instead, human lesson number one. She walks over and hands him one of the glasses, mentally preparing herself at the off chance this somehow turns horrible.]

Whatever you do, don't breathe while you try to down it. Trust me. I'm not responsible for any mess you make.

Maybe the less I'm around whatever my new face looks like, the better.

[Oh boy, lessons in being human. Reading up on them isn't anything like actually being one, and he raises an eyebrow at her warnings. Certainly won't ignore them, of course. Well, here goes nothing.

To his credit, he doesn't choke or sputter, but he does make a face.]

It's a wonder human even managed to evolve as far as they have. [Mutter mumble can't even cycle their own air properly grumble.]

Don't think of it as your face, think of it as a mask you're being forced to wear while you're here. That's how I sleep at night, anyway.

[Oh right, sleeping is a new thing now, too. The more this goes on, the more impressed she is that Wheeljack and Bulkhead were able to figure this stuff out on their own.

But hey! Ratchet passed the water test, at least. That's...something.]

If you think that's bad, you're not gonna like anything else. Eating and drinking's the "fun" part.

The children always managed to find fun. [If by fun he means danger.] If...this is how we're meant to be, with no alternative, then I suppose it is all we can do to be dilligent about keeping up our human bodies.

[Besides, since when does Ratchet like anything, anyway?]

Arcee...how long have you been here to understand what's going on, at least as much as you do?

Too long.

[Again she sounds bitter. Her lip even curls slightly as she attempts to recall the exact time.

...Sadly, she hasn't really been keeping track.]

Four? Five months? You really stop caring after awhile, you just want it to be over with.

Months? [He keeps hold of that glass, but he very nearly drops it. Better just go set it down.] How can you have been gone for months when I only saw you the other day?

[Oh yeah, about that.]

This place doesn't like to play by the rules when it comes to time. I don't blame you if you don't believe me right away, but yeah. It's been awhile.

...Just another mystery of this place to solve, if temporal distortions are at play. If there's a laboratory somewhere, or anywhere I can start doing any kind of research, maybe I could come up with a solution. [When it doubt, science it out.]

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