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

[the_lion_roller]

He really did not bring enough wassail for this. He leaned over more on to one arm, freeing up the other so that he could put it comfortingly around his brother's shoulders.

"H'you're not gonna find all your answers in a day, Chris. Much less a couple of hours."

Or however long it had been since Fluttershy had left.

"And you're not gonna lose her friendship. Even if you don't have the same kind of feelings she might have for you, there's no reason you can't still be friends."

To be perfectly honest, Martin wasn't exactly the most knowledgeable person in the serious relationship department either. ...In fact, he was probably worse. But he did truly believe that, and more than anything he wanted to reassure his brother.

[beingthecreature]

Chris watched him for a long moment, almost as if studying him. His eyes ticked lightly as thoughts went through his mind, and after a long moment he sighed lightly. There was the faintest hitch up of one corner of his mouth; it wasn't much, but it could almost be called a smile.

"Yeah.. 'least there's that."

[the_lion_roller]

His own expression brightened a little at that. On impulse, he pulled his arm in a little, hugging Chris in a bit comfortingly, before releasing a little. He then slid his free arm over to pick up the wassail still in front of Chris, which was no doubt cold by now.

"Hah, alright, you need something better than wassail. I'm gonna get you some of that hot cocoa."

He moved to stand, but then paused, as if something had just occurred to him.

"Oh, hey, I almost forgot..."

He pulled his backpack aside, rummaging through it a moment before handing Chris a small, somewhat flat, wrapped gift.

"H'you're gift had a part two."

He grins a moment, and then shifts his pack back on and turning, briefly placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"You can open it while I'm getting the drinks."

He gave Chris's shoulder an encouraging pat, smiling to match, and then turned and headed back into the crowd.

[beingthecreature]

Chris was just settling back against the table, as soon as it looked like his brother was going to leave, when Martin stopped and a gift descended into his field of view. He blinked twice and sat back a little, taking it and watching him walk away before staring at the gift.

He fingered the side of it a moment; it felt like a book, a soft cover at that. Unwrapping it produced a journal, looking for all the world like it had been made of natural materials. The front of it was unmarked but as he flipped it over, he saw the back had "OPEN HERE" written in Martin's handwriting.

So he did.

Inside was a sight that made him draw in a breath. The first few, pressed-paper pages had been filled with reminisces of past creature adventures, less play-by-play descriptions and more words in a casual way, as if they were talking about them face to face. It started with their first- a joint adventure in Costa Rica -and jumped around until the Tortuga years, where it continued with highlighted trips of the brothers and the rest of the crew. Flipping too far found empty pages and he was confused for a moment, until he went back and found a note tucked in at the last Martin had written in:

"A CREATURE TRAIL'S STILL A CREATURE TRAIL. LET'S FILL UP THE REST OF THESE PAGES HERE; THE CREW WILL NEVER BELIEVE THIS!
-MK"

As he held the book his thumb happened to slip in behind the 'back' cover, and it was here he blinked again as he felt something through his glove. A glance proved it to be a plastic sleeve for small mementos, into which there was a folded newspaper article. Pulling this out wound up being the biggest surprise, as it was a story about the crew and a conservation adventure that had made it to press.

Feeling decidedly mixed up now, for reasons that didn't have anything to do with his current predicament, Chris smiled as he leaned forward and smoothed out the article on the table, giving it a read-through.