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Who: Harry, his Biyomon, and anyone passing by
What: Harry desperately trying to make his wand work while Biyomon judges him silently.
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Somewhere in the city, near a bench.

All in all, today's events hadn't made him like apparition any more. Even if it wasn't Dumbledore or apparition's fault that he had suddenly found himself in some weird supposedly digital world, where he was chose again for something, he still couldn't help but file it all as "Yet another reason why I prefer flying", well above the physical discomfort in terms of annoyance.

But that wasn't his main concern now. No, what worried him right now, was the fact that his magic was gone. How, he had no idea. All he knew what was his spells weren't working; his wand sat on his hand as he cast them as just a useless stick. This, more than anything worried him, and he was determined to trying everything to get his wand to work, no matter how many times the giant pink bird that had identified itself as a "Biyomon" that had been following him since he got here told him it probably wouldn't work no matter what he did.

So that was what Harry was doing, staring at a can he had been trying to do anything to, from levitating it to enlarging it, face scowling in concentration, while Bioyomon looked at him with a mixture of silent judgement and exasperation.

Ignoring the bird, he quickly points his want at the can and mutters "Engorgio."

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Roze was nursing the last dregs of a raging hangover from the party last night. It was good, great even, and people had really turned out in a good way, despite everything. She'd drank and eaten copious amounts of everything available and paid for it in the morning.

While not prone to sickness, she - like many others - had been trying to drown issues from the previous week.

She was fairly certain she'd tried to kiss someone who was not interested. That or she had walked into a wall. Or both.

Reeling from the night of festivity and in need of getting herself sorted out before showing up for the sleepover - if she was allowed in - the pink-haired Amazon had chosen to shower, eat a light breakfast and go out for a long jog through the mess the city had become.
It gave her the opportunity to assess the damage, clear her head and happen across a confused-looking young man.

At least he got to meet her in something less skimpy than her usual fare.

Slowing in her jog, Roze altered her course and wandered up to the boy as her Kotemon caught up with her, huffing irritably. At six-foot, she was a good deal taller than most girls and some boys. Her mass of bright pink hair was tied back in a simple pony-tail, damp and drying into thick waves and curls. Instead of her usual thigh-high stilettos and too-short tops posing as small dresses, she was wearing plain sneakers, tiny gym shorts and a tank-top that was doing a heroic job holding her ample bosom in place. With tattoos all down her left side and bandages over various places, she could have been an MMA fighter, if she weren't built more like a centerfold with a face for make-up ads.

"Hey, hey kid, you alright?" she asked, cocking her head and coming up around him to smile at his Biyomon.

"Hey there, cutie!" she added, addressing the digimon. She treated everyone the same, large, small, human or otherwise.

"You look a little uh...flummoxed. You just come in?"

Harry was no stranger to tall people, and having even met a honest to goodness giant, Roze's height didn't bother him at all as much as her sudden appearance in what was by all means a compromising position for Harry. Quickly putting his wand back in pocket and giving Biyomon a look he hoped the bird would understand to mean 'quiet' he turned to face Roze.

"Yeah... I just got here. Not... Really sure what's going on, to be honest," he said, at which point Biyomon groaned in frustration. Harry ignored it, though; right now he was more focused on steering the conversation somewhere his wand would be forgotten and he didn't have to answer any questions about it.

Edited 2013-09-19 19:03 (UTC)

No chance. Bitch is nosy, bro.

"Uh, see you're having a bit of a malfunction there?" she asked, nodding slightly towards the direction he'd tucked his wand.

"Minor suggestion? Don't worry about it. Everyone around here has to adjust to being plain, normal human. There's a big-ass alligator guy that's a human now, and some demony types. So whatever you're doin' - I'm gonna assume you're a mage or sorcerer or something - just relax."

She clears her throat, stretching her arms overhead and standing on tip-toe until her back pops before dropping her hands to her sides and perking a brow.

"You had a chance to eat yet? Or find your room? The town is kind of a mess after a little hullabaloo, so I can understand not gettin' your bearings. You did read all the info on your D-T, right? Well...haha, pretty fuckin' hypocritical of me to ask. i threw mine on my first day."

"Please do not allow her to mislead you. She threw it several times, and the only reason you can understand anything she says right now is because she's too inebriated to form her usually incoherent sentences laden with unladylike expletives."

"Mm. Haha. Hm. The mouthy little shit here is Musashi. He's just a peach. And I'm not drunk. I'm hungover. Entirely different. Tch, rude. Anyways, I'm Roze," she sniffs, holding out a hand with bandages around the knuckles. "Welcome to Neverland."

... Well, that was just more take in all at once, wasn't it? Harry wasn't sure he had followed everything, either from bafflement at how she had caught on to him, her casual mention of a alligator man, to her flurry of questions.

Still, he had to admit, there was something oddly reassuring about it; he wasn't sure if it was the fact that other people knew more or less what was going on, or the fact that Roze, either because of her bubblegum pink hair, or demeanor, oddly reminded him of Tonks before Sirius's death. The brief thought of home made him wonder if he was known in some way here too, but his gut feeling was telling him that he probably wouldn't have to worry too much about it.

He took Roze's hand, shaking it. "Hi, I'm Harry."

Her handshake was firm and strong without being overly aggressive. Just a big, tough girl making nice with little awareness of how rough she could be. Amusement glittered in her eyes too bright green for normal humans.

"Nice to meet'cha Harry! Sorry if I was just...woosh. Y'know?" she remarked, gesturing over her head with one hand to indicate a rush of words and information passing him by.

"I can be kind of a bit much sometimes, for some people. Ha, well. Okay probably like, everyone, ever, but that's just 'cause people can't handle a chick with grit. Not my problem."

She shrugged, propping her fists on her hips with a wince. Whether from the bandages around her knuckles of the bandages peeking from under her tank-top was his guess.

"S~o, how can I help? Anything, just ask. Chances are pretty good if I don't have the answers I can get you someone who does!"

She grinned then, and her mouth was full of perfect teeth - normal teeth - but she still evoked the image of a smiling shark. All teeth and predatory nature, but harmless as long as it wasn't hungry for you.

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but Biyomon, apparently deciding he was tired of being quiet, got ahead of him, frustration still in voice. "I've been trying to get him to read his D-T since we got here, but he kept ignoring me."

Harry frowned at Biyomon. Truth as it might be, that was rather unfair. Being transported elsewhere, and then suddenly having a bunch of little monsters telling you stuff that was supposed to be impossible wasn't exactly easy to accept, not did it inspire much trust. "Well, I wanted to figure out what was going on, didn't I?"

"But it's all there!"

"Well..." This part was admittedly rather embarrassing, but he'd been spending most of the year away from technology for almost six years now, and he's never seen something quite like it before, so really, he didn't have much choice but to confess. "I'm not actually sure how to work this thing..."

Edited 2013-09-20 18:49 (UTC)

"No tech or lo-tech where you come from?" she asked, reaching around and taking his D-T to start flicking through it.

"No worries, I'm sure plenty of people don't quite understand it. I'm more used to Androids and I-phones, personally. Musashi helped me out. You should listen to your beautiful little friend here," the girl remarked, winking at the Biyomon. Pink people had to stick together.

"Here you are. All the info is there for you to check out at your leisure. I'm runnin' off this scummy feeling from the party last night, so I'm not gonna hang around. Much as I normally would, I promised myself I'd hit some goals today so...look over there."

She points to the tallest and largest building towards the center of town, drawing Harry's attention.

"That's the apartments. You're a new kid on the block, so you'll have a room in there somewhere. Your name on it and everything. You wanna call me any time for help, the name is Roze. Surname Ichishi. I'm on floor three, apartment nine, okay? And my boy Dante in room five is good people, you can talk to him too. That help?"

He just stared blankly at Roze as she talked about I-Phones and androids, since him being a literal 90s kid, has no idea what that is.

Still, this was... certainly lucky. It certainly beat having to fiddle with that thing for who knows how long until he finally got it right.

"It does, thanks. So I just go to this room, and that's it?"

"well, there's more to it than that. there's all the stuff about like...Dark Fields, and Lotusmon and...well, your digimon can explain some of it, and your roomies will get the rest, but you should definitely go to the apartments and settle in. You can get yourself a shower and somethin' to eat."

She laughed, clapping a hand hard on his shoulder before ruffling his hair good naturedly.

"I know I think better on a full stomach. So head for the tall building, look for your name, and find your room. And like I said, you gimme a call or come find me later. My door is always open to friends!"

"Alright... I'll ask my roommates, I guess."

... And then it hit him.

"Ah... How do I call people with this thing?"

Edited 2013-09-22 00:38 (UTC)

"Oh! Right, right. Like this," she mumbled, reaching over his shoulders casually, resting her chin on one as she held the D-T and plinked away at it, pointing.

"That's for private calls. So you know. The normal setting is for things to broadcast openly. Its a big community and honestly, you wanna network with as many people as you can because you never know who you're gonna have at your back in a crisis. But if you wanna call one person, you do this..." she went on, explaining a few more things about the terminal, but being purposely vague in the end.

Leaning back and dusting herself off, she nodded towards Harry's digigmon.

"That one there can help you more than anyone else here though. You should listen to your digimon. They're not as annoying as you think."

"Thank you!"

Harry frowned slightly. "I don't think you're annoying."

"Only because you didn't really speak to me," Biyomon said, rolling his eyes.

"Are you saying you'll be annoying?"

"... No, I won't."

"... Anyway." He turned to Roze. "Thank you. I think I got it now. I guess I'll go find my apartment."

Edited 2013-09-23 19:12 (UTC)

"Yep! Sounds like you're good to go! Your roomie and your partner can totally help you with everything else," she barked with a broad smile, clapping Harry a little hard on the back before tousling his hair.

"You take care of yourself! I'll be seein' you around!" she called as she turned to jog off down the side street.

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