terminalmegas: Gentle (Terriermon)
terminalmegas ([personal profile] terminalmegas) wrote in [community profile] thefolder2013-12-23 02:18 am

Merry Christmas, Chosen...

Who: Venusmon, everyone
What: The giving of the D-Streams
Where: Terminal City, Roaming Park
When: December 25th, 2013, morning

At the stroke of midnight on December 25th, every Chosen and their partners fall asleep wherever they are, with nothing able to wake them. They won't stay there all night, however. Bright and early, as if turned on by a switch, the Chosen will awaken in their beds to find their Digivices missing. The individual Digimon -- those without rooms, brought in like the Chosen -- similarly fall into slumber or stasis, waking where the stand in the morning in the morning.

They will all wake up with a note in their rooms, written in beautiful script. "Come to Roaming Park," it says. There's some kind of noise outside. Something drawing everyone out. Noticeable first is the fall of snow, so far absent from Terminal Tokyo. It covers, among everything else, Roaming Park, where on a bench there sits a Venusmon, with a very large sack. Around her are tables full of all sorts of food, and Digimon there both partaking in it and setting up more. It's a whole feast, not spoiled by the weather, but enhanced by it.

[ooc: Below there will be a thread to interact with Venusmon, where she will answer some questions and give out the D-Streams. Every non-canon Digimon character will receive a D-Stream, whether they see her or not. At the end of the day, they will appear in the Chosen's hands. This can also be used to generally mingle with each other and enjoy the snow.]
wheeljackofalltrades: (Huh...)

[personal profile] wheeljackofalltrades 2013-12-24 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Ever since learning about her cold (define 'learning', it's more like 'oh god she's broken'), Wheeljack had actually been trying to make things easier for her. Slowly, the Wrecker was learning the meaning of being a partner, as well as a significant other, and opening up seemed to be the key to doing that.

And with this...he took to the library.

He's not nearly as dressed up as she is, only in his ratty jeans and ugly sweater, but he finds her, wandering over with a medium-large container in his hand, and something tucked under his shoulder. Already it's pretty worrying.

"Hey, didn't expect you to show, after how I saw ya earlier."
robotfightclub: (Get fragged)

[personal profile] robotfightclub 2013-12-24 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Wheeljack is a welcoming sight. At least she knows now if she were to fall over, someone would be here to pick her up. And hold her. ...Close. ...And maybe do some other things.

"Trust me, I don't want to be here," she can't stress this enough. "If someone didn't steal my device, I'd still be sitting in my room, nice and warm."

She misses warm.

Her attention is soon drawn to whatever it is he's carrying. Please don't tell her he brought explosives to the party.

"So what's with the cargo?"
wheeljackofalltrades: (Hey it's not like I like you or anything)

[personal profile] wheeljackofalltrades 2013-12-24 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
You know he'd do all of the above, Arcee, even if you're sick. Partially because he doesn't exactly understand the biology and mechanics behind behind being sick. Just that she's got to get better.

"Soon as ya get it, head home. Get me if ya want company."

He'd offer you his coat he's not using, but you're covered in that area. But when her attention turns to the container, his face spreads into a smile.

"Somethin about a human holiday. Ya give somethin' to important people. Partners match up with the criteria."

Those hands hold it out for her, to take. It's warmth radiates slightly through the not-tupperware, so it was made just before coming, at least.
robotfightclub: (srsly)

[personal profile] robotfightclub 2013-12-31 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Arcee can't help but look suspicious. Anything Wheeljack's carrying that's warm can't be good.

"Since when did you give a scrap about human holidays?" she knew she didn't.

Also she still seems to believe he's carrying an explosive.
wheeljackofalltrades: (Hey it's not like I like you or anything)

[personal profile] wheeljackofalltrades 2013-12-31 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, not EVERYTHING he makes is dangerous. Just 90% of it.

"You know me. All that bonding, friendship scrap Team Prime's all about." That sounds weird when he says it, giving a chuckle and scrubbing a hand over his face.

But when he looks back at her, he's all smiles.

"Figured since I got a partner I oughta treat her special. And You wants me to get rid of all these."

To which he nods his head towards all the sweaters he bought. It was a good investment at the time.