Merry Christmas, Chosen...

[terminalmegas]

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.]

Comments

[oneeyedterror]

Guess who isn't dressed for the weather and hung over?

This dude, aka Whirl. He's only here because of three things and two of them are named Jetstream and Rotorstorm. The third is because of the digi-thinger missing and being told, loudly by both digimon, that he needs it. And the note helped too.

So, wearing a thin frock-type dress, sneakers and of course his eye patch a very miserable looking 'girl' is leaning against one of the tables. And not giving a single scrap if either of his digimon make a hassle. Not that Jetstream will do that.

[one_shallstand]

"... Hey Whirl, you got a minute?"

The words came from Monodramon, who was flapping towards her, carrying a box in his hindclaws as he flew using his wings.

"Optimus and me got you something... and I told him I wanted to be the one to give it to you..."

[oneeyedterror]

... What. Whirl cocks a brow at the Monodramon that approached him. Crossing his arms and frowing.

"What?" Don't mind the slight tone of disbelief in his voice, that's totally normal.

[one_shallstand]

Monodramon frowned, and set down, transferring the package from his hindclaws to his hands.

"Just what I said... Please. It would mean a lot to me if you took it."

[oneeyedterror]

"... Okay, whatever."

It was muttered but hey! Whirl is taking the package from Monodramon, still giving the digimon a look that says 'Why are you doing this, weirdo'.

Somehow.

[one_shallstand]

When Whirl opened the package, he would find a variation of the Autobrand inside... on a chain just large enough for him to wear it around his neck.

"... Optimus and Magnus discussed it before big blue got sent home. It's supposed to be the symbol of the Wreckers in their world. I wanted to give it to you because it would mean we were both being recognized somehow... me as an Autobot, and you as a Wrecker."

Monodramon looked away now, rubbing his shoulder nervously.

[oneeyedterror]

Whirl held the... thing up, after he opened the package. His expression doesn't really change, not even while Monodramon spoke. But if anyone pays attention they may see that Whirl's grip on the chain is tight, and his free hand is clenched into a white knuckled fist.

And as soon as Monodramon looked away?

Whirl is just going to outright deck the digimon.

[one_shallstand]

There was absolutely no way Monodramon could have seen that coming. He went down like a pine tree in the middle of December.

He picked himself up, and glared at Whirl.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!"

[oneeyedterror]

"Ow."

That's the only thing Whirl is going to say, shaking the hand he punched Monodramon with and looking like he's trying to not cry. Because yes, he's teary because of punching Monodramon.

It's just punching tears, really.

[one_shallstand]

"..."

Monodramon's jaw fell open a bit. "Wh... why are you crying?! You can't have hurt yourself punching me, could you? That doesn't make any sense, you never get upset about-"

Blink.

"... Oh."

[oneeyedterror]

Swear to god, Monodramon, it seems like the digimon wants to be hit. Because Whirl is moving to kick him now.

And kick him good.

[one_shallstand]

Monodramon had the good sense to dodge this time, using his wings to stay well out of her range. He didn't know what to say here... what he had figured out made him unsure of what to say.

It was just... really, really sad.

So... he turned and flew away.

He may have been making an effort to be more humble, but that didn't make figuring stuff like this out any easier.

[justpretending]

At some point, little Sophia wanders over to Whirl, a small frown on her face.

"You're going to get sick, Whirl," she reprimands. "You gotta wear something warm."

[oneeyedterror]

There is a slight grunt from Whirl, give him a moment to fully register that someone he somewhat likes is speaking to him.

"... It's cold out?" he responds, tilting his head to one side while grinning a little. "Couldn't tell, Sophia."

[justpretending]

Sophia raises her head high and turns it to the side, her mouth in an over-elaborate pout. "I'm just trying to be nice, you don't have to tease."

She's not taking it personally, though. That much is clear.

[oneeyedterror]

"I don't think she knows how to tease." Oh hey, it's a Gotsumon who has made his way to stand beside Whirl. The Gotsumon has a bag on it's back too.

Whirl just snorts and swats the digimon on the head.

"Eh, don't worry about me, little lady," Whirl speaks for himself. "Worry about yourself."

[justpretending]

"Another one!" Sophia's distracted easily. She walks up to Gotsumon, as she hasn't seen a Gotusmon yet. "You've got two, like Sora does. And you look like a rock person!"

[oneeyedterror]

Rotorstorm manages to puff up his chest.

"Gotsumon, but she's named me Rotorstorm." The she mentioned being Whirl. "And I'm her real digimon partner."

Whirl snorts at that, he didn't actually consider one digimon more real than the other. But he certainly didn't like Rotorstorm that much.

[justpretending]

Sophia frowns at Rotorstorm and crosses her arms. "That's mean. Jetstream's real too. I was told all the Digimon are real partners."

[oneeyedterror]

"Hey I ain't the one who was made from a virus, kiddo," Rotorstorm looks like he's going to get started, but thankfully Whirl is tired of the bullshit and kicks the digimon.

In the head.

[justpretending]

It seems Whirl's kick helps, but Sophia still grumbles under her breath, "then why don't you give her medicine?"

Viruses need medicine, don't they?

Commandramon clears his voice. "Sophia! Don't you have something to give to Whirl...?"

Oh! She does! Her face brightens.

[oneeyedterror]

Whirl would probably say something sarcastic to Sophia's mumblings, but he's a bit too focused on kicking Rotorstorm a bit more. But he does stop when Commandramon clears his throat.

"... What." Why are people giving him things. It doesn't make any sense.

[justpretending]

From a tiny backpack, Sophia pulls out a drawing, one of Whirl and Sophia in their dresses they bought a few days ago. Whirl even has his pretty eye-patch. Sophia, in the picture, is smiling widely, and Whirl is...sort of smiling. The picture's drawn in crayon, and Jetstream and a very-poorly-drawn Commandramon are in the background.

"'m sorry I didn't know about your rockmon, I would've put him in too," she says regretfully. "Merry Christmas, Whirl, thanks for being my friend!"

[oneeyedterror]

Whirl takes the picture, very carefully as if he's afraid he met wreck it. The reminder of the dress gets a little frown, but it's gone pretty quickly. He's about to say something about how he didn't get her anything but... Rotorstorm speaks up.

"That's okay, girl stuff ain't my thing," the Gotsumon is grinning as he slides the bag off his back and opens it. Pulling out a small wrapped box. "And hey Whirl got you a gift too."

Whirl almost, almost says that no he didn't but Jetstream has come over to see what is up and she's got a sly grin on her face. He's just, narrowing his eye a bit at that. Kinda figuring out why there is a gift at all.

Also enjoy the gift, Sophia because it's s small assortment of various candies inside that wrapped up box.

[justpretending]

A gift. A gift. Sophia honestly hasn't expected anything, so she gasps and grins and snatches up the box, ripping off the wrapping paper with gusto and staring inside with stars in her eyes.

"A real, real Christmas gift!" She cries. It's been two Christmases without one, back when she was five. Before the walkers, before the dead. Before her original mommy and daddy died. This means more to her than Whirl could possibly know.

Her eyes filled with tiny tears, she hurries over and hugs Whirl.