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terminalrookies ([personal profile] terminalrookies) wrote in [community profile] thefolder2013-12-03 02:39 am

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 The information is...a little bit outdated, with last month's troubling reveals.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!
darkened: (surprised)

[personal profile] darkened 2013-12-15 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[The Replica's eyes go wide when Commandramon mentions the room.]

That's where we're staying.

[Talk about a crazy coincidence. Kotemon giggles a that fact, placing one of her sleeves against her mask.]

Good! That gives you another reason to play nice and socialize.

[Well, he can't exactly argue that, especially around a kid...]

Well, I guess we can take you there.
justpretending: (our hopes and expectations)

[personal profile] justpretending 2013-12-16 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
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[A tiny oh falls from Sophia's mouth, and Commandramon looks between the Chosen.] Uh... You're both different looking, Sophia's a little kid. Is that okay...?

It's alright. [Sophia speaks up.] I'm used to being around older people. [She then looks right at the Replica.] I was told not to talk to strangers, but that was before. I'm Sophia.
darkened: (Regret)

[personal profile] darkened 2013-12-17 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
I'm...

[He hesitates, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. Man, how's he gonna explain this to a kid?]

Well, I... don't really have a name. It's sort of complicated.

[While Kotemon still doesn't see the problem here, she doesn't pry. Instead she chimes in with a cheery tone of voice.]

And I'm Kotemon! It's great to meet you, Miss Sophia.
justpretending: (our hopes and expectations)

[personal profile] justpretending 2013-12-17 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
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[Oh dear, Sophia's curious.] But you're really old. [Wow.] How come you don't have a name? Did you lose it? My friend Carl lost his eye once, and he couldn't remember stuff. Is it like that?
darkened: (Sad)

[personal profile] darkened 2013-12-17 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
It's--

[He hesitates, looking away for a moment.]

Nah, it's nothing like that. I was just... created, that's all. I'm a copy of somebody else.

[Normally he'd use the word replica, but who's to say she knows what that means? It's hard to tell with kids.]
justpretending: (our hopes and expectations)

[personal profile] justpretending 2013-12-17 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
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How?

[She asks immediately. She doesn't really get it.]

A twin?
darkened: (Regret)

[personal profile] darkened 2013-12-19 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head.]

Not exactly. I was... well, I wasn't born like most people. Like I said, I was created. Someone took data based off of Riku, and I'm the result.

[Sighing, the Replica places a hand over his brow.]

So it's like being a twin, just without parents. Sort of... I guess it's like taking a drawing and putting it through a copy machine.
justpretending: (this ship is taking me far away)

[personal profile] justpretending 2013-12-19 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
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[And she tries, really she does. She frowns and tries to understand it. Thankfully, Commandramon speaks up.]

It sounds a lot like Digimon, Sophia. We're made from data of other things...and so's he.

[There is quiet and she nods, whether it's from understanding (not likely) or acceptance that she doesn't understand it.] What can I call you?