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Hit by the A-Train, crashed in an airplane

Who: Deputymon and the Chosen of Terminal Tokyo
What: City Clean Up!
When: December 8-14
Where: The damaged parts of the city

It was just as Koushirou said: a good chunk of Terminal Tokyo was severely damaged. No matter how hard the Digimon of the city tried to put it together, they just weren't strong enough to clear away some of the more heavier pieces of debris. Deputymon, who had decided to lead the efforts to clean up the city was in dire need of help, and hoped that Koushirou's message (and offer of compensation) had reached the Chosen. A week should be plenty of time to clean up, especially since so many could become very strong Digimon indeed.

[[OOC: As stated, the Chosen will only be responsible with the clean up efforts for the week. For every day your characters help out, they will receive 500 BITS. You may talk with Deputymon himself, or you may mingle with other Chosen. It's free game if you wish to plot with others or just tag around.]]

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With an equally excited yell, Golemon follows You as Armadillomon pops back up from his plowing job.

"What? Aw, c'mon, you've got those ears," he says. "Any kinda attack'll do, you can uh... What are Lopmon good at?"

Terra rolls her eyes. "What he means is, I bet you can just do any attack that clears stuff out. Or you can help us..." Do what? She looks at Wheeljack for some suggestions.

The Lopmon looks at the area that Armadillomon just crushed, ears perking up. "I could pat it down...make it flat"

Wheeljack, however, gave her a nudge with his foot. "You pack a lot more punch than that, Him. Show your stuff while pint-size and I figure out how this thing's gonna look.

"!! R..Right."

As the partners get to work, Terra frowns at Wheeljack. "You named your partner Him? Isn't she...a girl?"

And isn't his other partner named You? We are dealing with a master of creativity here.

"Yeah, what about it?"

He starts lifting up some of that debris, as if to help the two a little with the larger, more salvageable pieces.

His Lopmon can only sigh, giving Terra a look. One that silently thanks her for understanding. "Gender labeling is kind of...weird with him."

Terra smiles very thin and sighs to the Lopmon. "Guess I can't expect much from a guy who used to be a, uhm, he was a robot, right?"

She pays attention, okay.

Without waiting for an answer, she gets to lifting a few things herself, not...a lot, since she's not exactly good at heavy lifting, but the things that would slow Armadillomon and Lopmon down.

Edited 2013-12-22 05:00 (UTC)

"Cybertronian," Wheeljack pipes up as he continues to move the rubble. It's not a lecturing tone in the slightest, but a natural reaction to the word 'robot'.

"That's right. I don't mind it, really. Some don't name their Digimon at all." She takes one of her ears, using it like a broom as she sweeps the loose rubble from Armadillomon's roll.

All at once, Armadillomon pokes his head up again. "Oh, really, you don't say, why, Terra, I never could've guessed people didn't name us!"

In response Terra pauses and stares down at him. "Like that, you look a lot like a soccer ball. I could kick you. I'll do it."

He continues his rolling.

That. THAT gets a smirk on his face as he looks at Terra, nudging her slightly with his shoulder as he walks past.

"And ya get on my aft for what I'm namin' my Digi-things."

Him, however, watches Armadillomon roll, playfully chasing after him. Which is a surprise in itself considering her personality.

She frowns and raises an eyebrow. "Get on your what?"

Armadillomon pauses to pat the ground at one point and notices Him's pursuit. ...So he continues rolling around cheerfully to give chase.

"Aft. Yannow...this part."

His hands immediately reach around his back, touching his butt. Yep. Touchin' da butt.

And Him continues to chase, actually giving out a little giggle as it continues. Who said she couldn't have fun every once in awhile?

That is an incredibly awkward moment as Terra's line of sight follows his hand and then swiftly looks up to the sky.

"...Oh, right. Robot." She focuses on the cleaning once more. "That's a robot thing, right?"

It appears like Armadillomon's forgotten what the original job was, because now he just rolls about in zig-zags.

"Nah, it's a Cybertronian thing though."

Girl he's gonna teach you that til you get it right. But he reaches over, helping with a considerably bigger piece of rubble.

And Him seems to be hopping along after him, unable to keep up ~~if she went straight she'd be better off, but whatevs~~, but giggling all the while.

If anyone pointed it out, she'd probably stop, but for now she's in ignorant bliss.

"Okay, Cybertronian. Touchy."

She appreciates the help, though. As Terra stretches out, she catches sight of Armadillomon and Him, playing. She smiles, since Armadillomon hasn't really taken to Gotsumon yet, so it's nice to see him having fun. And Wheeljack's Lopmon appears rather stoic as well.

"Hey!" A call signifies...it looks like Golemon and You are returning with a cart and... Golemon's carrying quite a lot of supports. "We've gotta fix the foundation!"

Terra wonders just how Golemon found that out, raising an eyebrow. "Who told you that...?"

"The Damemon are real helpful!"

Ah. So it figures.

Stoic was a good word for it. Wheeljack had never even seen her raise her voice above 'calm'. So the giggling definitely grabs his attention, watching her chase Armadillomon through the rubble.

His head tilts up when You comes back, carting some supplies. She certainly looks pleased with herself about it, too.

"Lookit all we found, Wheeljack! Aren't you impressed? It's okay, you can say it. We're all friends here."

Her wool puffs up in pride, before she's shoved on the nose by his palm.

"Yeah yeah. Not bad."

There's a nudge from her head into his side, before looking at Terra. "Hope you're ready for a workout!"

Terra winces and tries to smile. "You, uh, might hafta do more of the heavy liftin'. I'm more for endurance than strength."

"I'll help, Terra!" Golemon cries, pleased about the praise.

"'Course you will, bud."

Edited 2013-12-30 04:38 (UTC)

"What, can't lift this scrap?"

He's teasing, giving a playful nudge as he gives her a hand with the most recent piece of debris.

"So which part should we start building first...?" The Lopmon puts a hand to her chin, tapping it thoughtfully.

"Excuse me for being human," Terra remarks, just as joking.

While Golemon lifts up another large piece of debris and Terra rolls her eyes at Wheeljack, Armadillomon rises up on his hind-legs next to Him.

"Well, I say the bottom, 'course. With that cement?"

Do any of you even know how to do this?

Edited 2014-01-01 20:54 (UTC)

"Excused."

And he's joking as well, giving her a nudge with his shoulder.

Him, however, pulls her ears around her as if hiding her face in them. Almost embarrassed.

"Right. Of course. Let's go...start to make i--No no! Let's...flag the area.

We have to have it sections off, right?"

Terra chuckles lightly, finishing up with more debris.

"Exactly!" Armadillomon cries, throwing a paw into the air. ...Wait for it.

"What's all that mean?"

The Lopmon is silent for a moment, before giving a soft (but noticeable) giggle.

"Think of it like a giant inflatable pool to put the cement in. Only with no bottom. A fence."

You, however, is way ahead of her, sticking her head up to support that idea.

"Him's the Mon with a plan!"

"I like to swim! Let's build that pool!" Armadillomon might be even worse than Gotsumon, Terra thinks idly.

"You don't swim in cement."

"I know that, it's an encouraging statement!"

Him can't help but hide her face with her ear again. Something about Armadillomon's cheerful disposition just made her laugh.

Not that she'd try to show it or anything.

"C'mon you goons, are you gonna help or what?" You tosses a comment over as she starts unloading the cart.

Oblivious, Armadillomon bounds over and starts to unload. "Wouldn't it be easier to go back to Rookie where you've got hands?"

It's a standard question.

"Who needs hands when you have GIANT HORNS?"

...okay. There's a point to that, really.

Although what that point is has yet to be seen. Either way, she seems content just using them to mass carry over some bricks.

Armadillomon shrugs and gets to moving as well. Golemon's done with debris clearing, so he's a big help with the process...as long as he doesn't step on anyone.

"Hopefully we'll build it to last this time," Terra comments.

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