thefolder | HOLIDAY ARRIVALS.

HOLIDAY ARRIVALS.

Characters: Everyone! (Only new arrivals are allowed in the Terminal Room)
When: Starting December 3rd, 2013
Where: Terminal Room or all over town!
What: An open mingle log for everyone to play in!

It has been a long November, and the weather is starting to get colder, a side-effect of the worlds merging. Maybe it's welcome, maybe it's a hindrance, but a rumble rises at the start of the day, signalling new Chosen are starting to arrive. Culumon bounces about the Terminal Room, lonely after waiting so long. Stepping outside, the Chosen will find a bit of a mess before them. The city's been through a lot lately.

Outside the Main Terminal, there is a bin with pamphlets to help supplement the information received on the new Chosen's D-Terminals. The information is...a little bit outdated, with last month's troubling reveals.

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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Misha stopped at the sneeze, flinching a bit from remaining nerves. The world was still just a bit too sharp for her right now and the sudden noise had felt like shards against her skin. She turned to the source, letting the air slowly leave her as she tried to regain her normal pace. It was then that she followed the arms holding the small digimon to the face and tilted her head.

"I know you, don't I?"

It wasn't that she didn't remember Terminal Tokyo. It was kind of hard to forget once she was back. (Whatever quantum uncertainty the worlds' peril lay inside, it apparently didn't exist once you were outside it which was definitely of no help when she was back home.) It was just that there had been a five month gap between her last time here and now, five months of being incapable of thinking about the place. Thelma was easy to remember, as was her situation with Mr. Beautiful Butterfly, but some other things were still taking more brain power to pull out than the rest.

"Yeah, I definitely know you," she said, tilting her head in Cam's direction.

"Friend of yours?" asked Psychemon.

Thelma scoffed knowingly at Pyschemon. There was definitely some rivalry going on there. "Of course not. She remembers friends."

Misha just cut her gaze toward them for a moment, brows raised. Now, guys? Really?

"Uhhhh." Cam doesn't take offense to being called not-a-friend. It's true, they only talked a few times. "Acquaintance."

It's not like he can really say no you don't or something of the sort, avoiding confrontation all together, because eventually that'd come back to bite him. And it's not like he really wants to avoid her or doesn't like her! Cam would just rather keep things as not-complicated as possible, since everything was complicated times twelve for quite some time.

"We, talked a few times. Hi. ...You, uh...left?"

Misha turned back to Cam quickly, jamming her hands back into her pockets. She gave a grin, one she could actually feel, and then tilted her head back and forth in a so-so motion. "You could say that," she said, waggling her brows. "But 'left' implies there was some sort of choice in that, which I definitely didn't have. It was just... one day I was here, then... well, this place never existed to me. Time righted itself or something like that."

"Never existed?" repeated Thelma. She sounded somewhat bereft.

Misha shrugged her shoulders lightly. "Yeah. Whatever's happening that needs to be stopped—it still needs to be stopped, right?" she said aside to Cam, "Well, whatever it is, it's doing some kind of detached process. If it really is gonna hit everyone's homes, they're never gonna see it coming 'til it's too late."

Despite having a muzzle that made it look impossible to pull off, Psychemon let out a low whistle. "Talk about pressure."

This time, the shrug was only one-shouldered. Even less worry than the comment beforehand. Misha was keeping an eye on Cam, recognizing that they were still having a conversation, but also knowing she needed some time to sort things out with her digimon. Both of them.

"Have you been here this whole time, kid?" she asked. "Was it just me?"

That's weird. Like it never existed. Reminds him of how it was for Maya, but Cam doesn't want to assume their situations are anything alike; Cam himself kind of threw a wrench into Maya's life to begin with (which he continuously continuously keeps telling himself to stop thinking, but it's a bit hard).

He briefly nods, almost saying something, yes, it does need to be stopped-- but she keeps on talking so he stays quiet, until he's addressed again. "Wh- yeah, I've been here. Since... April."

In his arms, Salamon watches, still silent and observant.

"Showed up in May," Misha said, nodding along, "the first time. So I guess if I'd stuck around, we'd be relatively even compared to a bunch of others, huh?" She shook her head as if to say what can you do? "Doesn't matter now. How're you doing? How's... Well, I see the city's still standing. Kinda."

"Could be better, though," Psychemon commented. That got her a slight nod from both Misha and Thelma. This relationship was not what Misha would have expected, she wasn't even sure where Psychemon was supposed to fit, but... at least none of them seemed to be at each others' throats yet. Even if just looking at Psychemon was like getting a contact-high. No naturally occurring creature should have all those colors at once. Seriously.

"Uh, yeah... Two weeks ago, uh, a big Digimon showed up and attacked. Titamon. He...wrecked a lot, but then he retreated." Cam doesn't want to say "we drove him back" because that is not at all what happened and he knows it. "We're still cleaning up... Things were kinda rough before all that, anyway."

Things meaning the city, and meaning everyone. Cam glances down at Salamon, not like the little Digimon would know. Salamon's already looking back up at him. The little guy always just seems to be watching.

Misha followed his gaze for a moment. "Titamon, huh? Like a tidal wave, or like a titan?" Either way, those could be totally shit and destructive. She reached out, placing a hand on Thelma's head, fingers lightly digging into the cap that seemed to be a part of the bear's very coding with how often she wore it.

"What happened before that?" she asked.

"Definitely titan. Bigger than anything I've ever seen." Salamon shifts in Cam's arms; he turns and curls and cuddles into him. It's a nice feeling.

The next words are slow and hesitant, since Cam doesn't exactly know how to start them. "How much do you remember about, uh...the Scope Virus?"

Titan digimon. Misha narrowed her eyes, trying to picture something gigantic enough to be terrifying without being so large as to flatten the city into paste. It wasn't too hard, and made her wonder what all the city had been through while she'd been back home.

She shook her head at the question, looking both confused and somewhat concerned. "Scope virus? First time I've heard the term. Guess it doesn't matter if it's biological or digital here, huh?"

Cam gently bites his lower lip. "Well uh...it's like a... The Digimon that attacked sometimes, all...wild? That's 'cause of that. Came from the Dark Fields, I uh...think."

The conversation topic isn't a pleasing one; he knows very well that the last few months' actions weren't exactly his choice, but that doesn't mean he likes to think about them.

"It didn't just infect Digimon. 'Bout...half the city started acting weird, maybe two months back. It only stopped when Titamon showed up." His fingers closest to Salamon rhythmically run over the little guy's fur. "...But, uh, no sign of it, since then."

"So that's what the Dark Fields were for," she said musingly. "Sort of, anyway. Spreading some kind of infection to drive people insane is pretty damn devious. Titamon eradicated it..."

She trailed off, not really caring to voice the rest of her thought. If Titamon's presence or attack had cleared out the Scope virus, what was to say that it was something permanent and not just a temporary measure before it all crowded back in? Then again, no need to worry the kid with her insistence to follow thoughts through with possibilities and ways to counter them. It was the work of a paranoid mind, one taught the hard way to expect anything to come her way.

That thought has crossed Cam's mind as well. He's not entirely the kind to default to optimistic thinking, after all. At least, right now he doesn't pick it up. It's oblivious to him, because there's something else that happened.

"Maybe," he says. "Titamon, uh, fixing it, I mean. We don't really know why it happened when it did, 'cause, well." He looks down at Salamon again. Salamon stares back. "Our...other partners all turned up around that time. ...Have they, explained that?"

Misha dipped her head, not looking straight at Cam but turning to look at Thelma, then Psychemon. Her hands snaked out and sat on top of Thelma's cap; wrapped loosely around Psychemon's horn. She gave half of a smile and shrugged.

"They tried, but I wasn't really listening," she said in explanation. More like she was still far too out of it from the fall into Terminal Tokyo to pay attention. It was hard to take in new information when the entirety of your childhood drama was buzzing around in your head.

"Yeah." A pause follows, as Cam comes to understand the implications of Misha's words. "Yeah, oh, you, probably wanna just...not be out here."

It has been awhile since Cam got here, but he remembers the desire to just collapse and relax. "Uh, I won't keep you, if you're...tired or anything, the apartments are mostly still standing."

Cam of course overlooks the fact that she started talking to him, but, you know, details.

Misha couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up at the attempt. She shook her head, shifting her hands back into her pockets. "That's fine, kid, don't worry about it. Hey, why don't you be a gentleman and walk me? I'm not sure I remember the way back, anyway."

It was a blatant lie, but it was either call her out on it or just go along and give her some company for the trip. Not that her digimon were bad company... it was just easier, sometimes, to hang out with your own species, someone unrelated but who might understand the human condition anyway.

"Besides, you might as well explain what's going on with other partners. I thought it was one per customer?"

At least he's entertaining, so Cam thinks. He nods roughly, face flushed, and gestures with his head toward the Meeting Hall. "Isn't that far of a walk."

He sets off and Salamon stretches out his neck and, surprisingly, speaks for the first time. "We were in stasis." Like Cam himself, he's got a lower voice than one would think from his appearance. "Uh, the other partners, all of us."

A surprised chuckle is Cam's response, and with a free hand he rubs Salamon's head. "Started to think you forgot how to talk. Yeah, they showed up with Sakuyamon-- d'you remember her? -- and said she found 'em in Titamon's...base, whatever that is. The others, um... I guess technically they're...clones, but...Lucette -- um, my partner, she's working -- and the rest of the Digimon we got here. They're like...a part of these guys. Like... Twins. Ones that don't look alike."

It's a bumbling, utterly twisting response, but throughout it Cam fondly scratches behind Salamon's ears.

"You hear that?" asked Misha, turning to the two partners walking on either side of her. Like she was ready to tip over at any moment. It wasn't an unfounded worry, and she tried to ignore it for now. They were keeping an eye on her, which she could appreciate. "You're fraternal twins. Sibling rivalry," she said, pointing between them. "Totally knew that was what was up with you guys."

"Siblings?" Psychemon said, clearly aghast.

Thelma harrumphed, readjusting her cap. "Don't sound so excited. Oh, does that mean I'm older?!"

"Hey, no!" argued Psychemon. "I'm older! I was in stasis, right?"

Misha pinched at the bridge of her nose again. "Doesn't matter. I'm older than both of you, so there." Perhaps not the most mature comeback, but she wasn't here to be the adult responsible for everyone else.

The exchange makes Cam laugh. "'m lucky he's too mellow to do anything like argue with Lucette," he comments, while Salamon twitches his ears. "...or maybe just too quiet... She's enough of a handful."

He looks at the bickering Digimon and comments, "you know, you both wanna protect her, right? Can't you get along because of that?"

"I'm sure they'd do fine in a fight," Misha said before the other two could speak up. "But what's to keep them going when they don't have a common enemy?" That seemed to be the crux of the problem. What hurt them even more was that Misha obviously had history with Thelma, despite Psychemon's apparent position as the 'original'. There was no real winning right now until they could all sit down and figure out how to approach things.

"Misha's right," Thelma said with a bobble of her head.

Psychemon nodded along emphatically. "Don't even joke about me wanting to protect her. That's obvious."

As they approach the apartments, Cam just barely contains his laughter. Looks like this idea worked well. He looks between both of them.

"Well, then you're just fine. This lil' guy and Lucette are the same." He nods at Salamon, who shrinks a little at being talked about. "Would suck if you like...tore down the room trying to fight each other, it's happened."

The poor room. At least they're there now, just about.

Misha smiled faintly and mouthed a thank you over the digimons' heads. It wasn't going to solve everything, but she could deal with an unholy amount of bickering as long as they didn't get into fisticuffs over it.

Speaking of the apartments, Misha pulled out her D-Terminal to check on the message from Koushirou. It had her rooming assignment on it, after all, since the room wasn't the same as last time. It had probably been filled since then. "Floor one, room two," she read aloud. "Nice and close to the entrance, at least."

A somewhat frozen smile roots on Cam's face. "What?"

He leans over to look for himself. Oh, well, that certainly says what he thinks she'd said.

"Uh, that's my room."

Misha turned, regarded Cam silently. After a moment, she just started to laugh. "You're serious? Oh hell, that's just hilarious. I'd say what are the chances, except then they'd be pretty high. You don't mind, do you?"

"I'mean." He gestures around with one arm in a sort of how can I really say no? while nodding his head at the doorway. It's a very impressive feat. "Uh, yeah. I mean, no- I-- I don't mind."

Talking is hard. Because of how much the virus messed him up, the most talking he's done lately is to Harley, and maybe Maya. Now he's got a roommate again. That means more talking. "It'll be good. 've been alone for awhile."

Misha gave him a thumbs' up after she deposited the Terminal back into her pocket. "Good is right. I am an awesome roommate, trust me. I had to share with my brother for a couple years, when—"

Fuck. Wow, she really was out of her head. She swallowed, then averted her gaze, shoulders squaring unintentionally. Nothing was said to explain the sudden interruption, nothing to apologize for or otherwise try to make up for it.

"Is it just us?" she asked. She could deal with this kid, definitely, but an unknown third might be pushing it just now.

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