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

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Food's only his favourite thing ever Leatherhead ugh worst son for even doubting him. He sees the oversized kid walk up though, a smirk spreading across his face. He's glad the alligator even showed up, it makes things immensely less awkward.

"Hey kid."

And then, he's presented the bags, to which his eyes flick down, then up again. For...him?

"Really?"

Genuine shock right here.

[bigsoftie]

It's not so much Wheeljack but Leatherhead himself. Boy has a lot of self-doubt.

But now he would forget about that, giving encouraging nods to his adopted father figure.

"Yes, for you...."

[wheeljackofalltrades]

He takes the bag, gently pulling it away from Leatherhead before tucking it into his coat. Coincidence, as Wheeljack had something for the gator too.

A finger is held up as he digs in his pocket, pulling out...

Dog tags.


"Here ya go kid."

Inscripted on them, if you looked closely--was the Autobot symbol and some Cybertronian.

"Rough translation of your name. Don't really got a word for 'Leather', so You and I worked around it."

[bigsoftie]

His eyes have never been bright as they have been now. He took the dog tags, letting them dangle from his hands.

Is this what it felt like, being accepted? Being part of a family? Because he could get used to it.

"They're...your language is...amazing to look at."

As bad as his vocabulary can be, the sentiment stands.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

"Bah, it's nothin."

But there's a soft smile, followed by a hearty pat on his back. Just seeing Leatherhead's reaction...it was enough.

"Glad ya like it, buddy. Cause you're stuck with us now."

[bigsoftie]

He smiles right back at the Wrecker, draping the dog tags over his neck as he does so.

"I am glad to be stuck with you."