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

[strengthinkindness]

She nodded a little. She understood that too. "That can happen too. And it's okay to take it a little at a time. When you're not used to people, it's best to spend a little at a time, so it isn't too overwhelming. Eventually, once you get used to being around others, it gets easier..."

[fuckinstoplights]

"It gets easier..."

He repeated her words very quietly. As if memorizing them. And then nodded. If she said it got easier, he had to trust that, didn't he? She'd been nothing but helpful.

"I didn't think anyone here would feel as I did."

[strengthinkindness]

She gave him a soft smile. "Part of making friends...is learning that you have something in common with others...Even people who seem very different could have something in common. It's that thing in common that can bring them together."

[fuckinstoplights]

"That's all it takes to make friends?" He tilted his head. He'd thought it was more complicated than that, really. But, then again, the more he ended up speaking to this one, the more...

... it didn't seem that way at all.

[strengthinkindness]

"Well, that's how it starts, how it can bring people together. After that, you get a chance to learn more about the other person. And the more you get to know each other, the closer you become."

[fuckinstoplights]

He all but sat down in front of her, peering at her from under the dark, unkempt shock of hair hanging over his eye.

"Okay. What else?"

Go on.

[strengthinkindness]

She blinked, a little surprised. "What else...? Oh, well...Friends also...do things for each other. Nice little things, to make each other smile..."

With that said, she reached into her bag, pulling out a box with his name on it, and presenting it to him. "Like giving each other gifts..."

[fuckinstoplights]

"I remember that," he admitted. "Doing things for him. Because it made him happy." He just hadn't realized it applied to other people. Other... friends.

Then his eye got very wide, and he even shook his head a little. "But I don't have anything for... you."

[strengthinkindness]

"It's okay...I wanted to get you something." She held the box up to him, smiling gently. "It would mean a lot to me if you accepted it."

[fuckinstoplights]

He almost refused. But then she said the last part. He bowed his head, shoulders following. Very rigid. Very formal.

"If that is what you want."

Then he would accept.

[strengthinkindness]

She smiled. "I-It's not much, but...I hope you like it."

[fuckinstoplights]

Another brief sort of bow, before he took it. And... right. He was supposed to open it. A quick look around showed that much.

[strengthinkindness]

When he did, he would find a red knit scarf with three white stripes at each tail end, red tassels hanging from the edges.

She smiled shyly, tucking strands of hair behind her ear.

[fuckinstoplights]

He blinked. Several times. Looking down at the box, then up at her again. Fortunately, there were a lot of people with scarves on, so the immediate question in his mind didn't need to be asked.

Instead, he bowed again, keeping his head lowered.

"Thank you."

[strengthinkindness]

She smiled. "You're welcome..."