Hit by the A-Train, crashed in an airplane

[gemmon]

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.]]

Comments

[wheeljackofalltrades]

"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.

[for_granite]

"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.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

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!"

[for_granite]

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."

[wheeljackofalltrades]

"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.

[for_granite]

"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?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

"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?"

[for_granite]

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?"

[wheeljackofalltrades]

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!"

[for_granite]

"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!"

[wheeljackofalltrades]

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.

[for_granite]

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.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

"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.

[for_granite]

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.