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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 The information is...a little bit outdated, with last month's troubling reveals.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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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.

It's a reaction that Cam is quite familiar with, so he's not going to ask. He's not going to intrude, because he knows if it were him? When it's been him? A little privacy is welcome.

"Yeah. After last group, it's been just me." He opens the door for her, into the Meeting Hall's lobby. "Last few didn't really...decorate their rooms, so you won't have to worry about that."

"Damn," Misha said in mock disappointment. She stepped inside and let her two digimon get ahead of her before waiting for Cam. She would let him hold the door, but she wasn't going to leave him behind or anything. Once they were on the way again, she continued, "And here I was hoping I could just use leftovers and save my cash. Empty rooms are pretty lonely."

A mild nervous laugh follows. "Miiight have to be empty for a bit, considering. Ya know. Mass destruction. Sorry."

The room itself, of course, is close. The benefits of having one on the ground floor. Cam fumbles a bit with his key, as he has Salamon still nestled in his arms. The main room is still rather bare. A mini-fridge, a microwave, both next to the TV. Beyond that, no extra furnishings.

"I've got the one closest to the door. 'Sides that, uh...yeah, everything's free."

She waved off the mass destruction thing, coming inside to inspect the room itself. Somehow, Misha wasn't all that surprised by the state of it. Pyschemon trotted over and planted herself on the couch with a long, pleased sigh.

"We should get a futon," she enthused. "We could play games out here all night with TV on, or get some music!"

Misha couldn't help but smile at the idea. That sounded like a hell of a lot of fun, but... She glanced toward Cam. "Nah, if we're getting a futon, it'll go in my room. They're big enough for all of us if we don't mind cozying up."

Thelma nodded in agreement. "We'll make it work! Which room do you want?"

Psychemon was already pointing to the end of the hall by the time Misha said, "Furthest from the door suits me fine. And our new friend, apparently," she added once she saw Psychemon.

It's now Cam's turn to mouth his thanks, as Salamon wriggles out of his arms wordlessly and starts to stretch. Seems Misha has...at least an understanding of how greatly Cam appreciates peace and quiet when he can get it. All-night partying is a bit...much for him.

Someone else, however? "Lucette'll be outta work later. I bet she'd love to take you up on that, one day. She likes...fun."

Misha gave a magnanimous shrug in response to the thanks. She wasn't going to be an asshole just because it was fun. Thelma had made her way to the couch and was motioning Salamon over so they could all talk some more, digimon to digimon. If they were going to live together, it would be a good idea to get things settled.

Noticing the motion and choosing to ignore it, Misha kept her attention on Cam. "You say 'fun' like it's a poison or something. C'mon, what kind of fun is she into?"

It takes him a small moment to understand that the Bearmon is referring to him, Salamon, the tiny puppy. He raises a silent paw, me?

"Uhhhhh." Cam clicks his tongue. "She started dating an Elecmon right after meeting him 'cause she thought it'd be interesting. One time, she brought home a Damemon saying it'd brighten up the room. She's got a sock collection, all left socks, weird colors."

He pauses to think for a moment.

"Contemplated bungie-jumping, before I pointed out she could fly. That took away the thrill."

Thelma grinned toothily and repeated the motion. Yes, you!

"God," Misha said emphatically. "She sounds like a riot. Also a handful. I'm lucky Thelma seems to err on the quieter hobbies, if not less energetic..." With a shake of her head, she turned to give the digimon a sidelong look. "Who knows what Ms. Psychedelic over there is going to get into."

Blinking his large eyes, Salamon jumps up to the couch, huddling into a nearby pillow. He does not speak.

"Well," Cam replies, a fond smile spreading, "she's still sweet, at least. Heart's in the right place, but a little bit overbearing. This one time, I caught her putting my name on cheesy poems she wrote, to send to Maya-- oh, uh, my girlfriend."

He's one to talk, about cheesy poems. He just says that stuff in person.

Thelma gave Salamon a quick pat on the back as a welcome. She turned and eye Psychemon for a long moment. "You going to get us into a lot of trouble?" she asked, voice kept in a hushed tone to try and keep their partners from listening in.

Psychemon turned and regarded Thelma contemplatively. In the same tone, she said, "What's wrong with trouble?"

Misha gave an amused shake of her head. "Playing match-maker, huh? That takes a whole 'nother kind of guts."

Sensing the rising animosity between the two girls, Salamon shakes his head and paws to try and encourage them not to fight.

"Not really." Cam smiles a bit sheepishly. "Like, not really matchmaking. I was already, uh... ...She was just trying to, do something nice."

Thelma paused, looked at Salamon, and deflated just a tad. Psychemon puffed her cheeks out and reached out to poke the puppy 'mon in the forehead lightly. "You'd like a bit of trouble now and then, wouldn't ya?" asked Psychemon. "No one can be a goodie two-shoes all the time."

"That's not the problem," Thelma mumbled.

Misha grinned. "Like putting your girlfriend in a good mood?"

The poke offsets him just a bit, and Salamon almost tips over. The perfect picture of grace, isn't he? At Psychemon's question, he shakes his head even harder, his ears flopping back and forth.

And by everything, Cam wishes he could stop the blush rising. "Uh, y-yeah. Like that."

Psychemon gave a surprised mumble at the Salamon's complete lack of balance and then huffed. "You two are such wet blankets. I'm sure Misha wouldn't mind it."

"How exactly would you know that?" Thelma asked.

"Did it work?" asked Misha, definitely interested now.

A tiny mumble finally comes from Salamon. "We should all just get along."

"I, I mean, I," Cam coughs and clears his throat. "Lucette didn't get the chance to give it, I, cut 'er off at the pass. Didn't wanna seem, too, you know."

"Where's the fun in that?" asked Thelma.

Psychemon gave her a surprised look, then nodded enthusiastically. "Not like we're gonna attack each other over it!"

Misha gave him a playfully scrutinizing look. "Sappy?" she suggested.

He's outnumbered. Salamon sinks his head down slowly.

With a look to the ground, Cam mutters, "She'd make fun of me forever."

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