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

[bigsoftie]

"But you did not need to!" he liked getting presents, but he felt as if they did not need to go to such effort with him.

[headup_stickontheice]

"You didn't need to get me anything either, but." Cam raises his very-prominent eyebrows with a knowing smile. "We're gonna go on like this forever, don't worry, LH, I've got a lotta siblings, I'm used to gift-shopping."

Even if he's not that good at it. And yes, he did just shorten Leatherhead's name in conversation.

[bigsoftie]

"But I do," the name-shortening makes the ex-alligator blink in surprise. He honestly didn't expect that.

Back to the presents. Leatherhead lugs a big makeshift weight onto the table, something that looks mushed together from metal and scraps.

"...I hope you like it."

[headup_stickontheice]

It takes Cam a moment to figure out just what it is, but when he does, he smiles and lifts the weight into his arms. Very heavy...but not so much that he can't hold it and get a good workout in.

"Thanks, man. It's great." In some way, it reminds him of the gifts his younger siblings have made for him in the past, and that sends a tiny twinge of pain through his heart. He doesn't let it show.

Cam sets the box on the table and slides it over. Inside is an orange and white jersey, with the words LEATHERHEAD 68 on the back, as well as orange sweatbands resting atop it.

[bigsoftie]

The big teenager can hardly believe it. He takes it in his hands, feeling at the fabric, looking at the colors and his name.

He looked as if he could start tearing up at any moment, "It is beautiful...the orange...it is like Michelangelo's sash...I..."

Hold on Cam, it's hug time, "Thank you..."

[headup_stickontheice]

A hug isn't what Cam's expecting, but there's little he can do to stop it, especially with how strong and tall Leatherhead is. He swallows down a stammer and flushes, returning the hug with one arm.

"You're welcome, buddy. 'm just glad you like it."

[bigsoftie]

Eventually he eases up, patting the shoulder of his friend. He smiles, the wetness gathering up in his eyes, "I did not expect...anything from anyone."

[headup_stickontheice]

Cam smiles up at Leatherhead. "You're a great guy. Lotta friends. People wanna get stuff for you."