terminalmegas: Gentle (Terriermon)
terminalmegas ([personal profile] terminalmegas) wrote in [community profile] thefolder2013-12-23 02:18 am

Merry Christmas, Chosen...

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.]
perrytheperson: (What Are You Doing)

[personal profile] perrytheperson 2013-12-31 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
Luckily for Nes, Bartholomew was very much used to nonverbal communication thanks to Perry. Bartholomew started looking at the platters as Nes pointed them out. "These look very good. You really don't mind sharing?"

Don't underestimate Perry's ability to wait out a silence there Chris. When Chris was finally ready, Perry looked over to him. He blinked once, wondering how he kept finding himself in these situations where he was expected to give relationship advice. For one he couldn't talk and two he really didn't have a love life, his job demanded too much. Not to mention where was someone supposed to find a female platpus in the tri-state area? But, wait, he was getting off topic and starting to rant badly like Doofenshmirtz.

Perry took a breath and raised his hands. It was a noncommittal gesture. He'd had people tell him that, but probably not in the way Chris was saying. He had seen a lot of soap operas though...if that counted.