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

[oneeyedterror]

Jetstream will politely decline, she's not much for sweets actually and Rotorostorm well.

"Already full up, kiddo." That and can a Gotsumon eat candy? Who knows.

Of course that doesn't stop Whirl from taking the offered piece for himself and popping it right into his mouth. Because damn, next to alcohol? Candy is the best thing humans ever made.

[justpretending]

Oh well. More for them, then! Sophia grins widely. "Candy!"

It sounds a bit muffled. She's already eating more.

[oneeyedterror]

"Yep, candy," Whirl can't help but actually smile a bit bigger as he nods.

Maybe he's a bit glad his stupid digimon did this, but don't tell anyone.

[justpretending]

After a moment, Sophia swallows it all down and smiles sweetly. "This is my first Christmas gift in a long time. Thank you, Whirl."

[oneeyedterror]

"Huh well," Dangit, he's all awkward again. "This is my first Crissmus ever. So yeah."

Social skills, Whirl totally has them.

[justpretending]

"Ever?" Color her surprised! "They don't have robot Christmas? Wow."

[oneeyedterror]

"Well, being part of a big civil war kinda prevents parties."

That and not having the same core religious values as humans and thus nothing like Christmas at all. But Whirl doesn't feel like explaining that.

[justpretending]

"What's a civil war?"

[oneeyedterror]

What.

Sophia, hope she doesn't mind that slightly stunned look Whirl is giving her.

"It's like a normal war, only it involves just the folks from one place. Or planet."

Best explanation, A+ Whirl.

[justpretending]

She's quiet for a moment, and then she nods.

"Oh. I guess my home's in a civil war too, then."

[oneeyedterror]

Well... That's, something. Whirl is frowning a little at that and hey if Sophia doesn't stop him he's going to uh.

Give her a head pat, because he's not actually the touchy kind of person but considering the kind of civil war he's talking about? Can anyone blame him in trying to picture it with tiny humans and it's not a pretty mental sight.

"Well, eh. At least things aren't that fragged up here, right?"

[justpretending]

A pat on the head? It's been awhile since Sophia's received one of those. She enjoys it, drawing into herself and then rolling her shoulders back to try and look like a brave, good girl.

She doesn't know what fragged means, but there are a lot of words big people say that she doesn't know, and it sounds like one of the bad words she and Carl used to listen for when the adults were talking, so they could make them put money in the swear jar.

That stopped after a few months.

"I like this place a lot better than home," she confirms.

[oneeyedterror]

Oh man, Whirl can't actually... Agree with the sentiment of liking it here more than home. Sure, the last thing that happened back home was a psychopath murdering a lot of people on the Lost Light, and the crew was never going to find the Knights of Cybertron but.

It was home, as fucked up as it is.

"Then... that's good," he finally actually says something, felt like there could have been an awkward pause there in his head. But there wasn't, hopefully.

[justpretending]

She looks up with a tiny hopeful smile. "If everyone back home could just come here instead, it'd be a lot better. The everyone I like, of course. None of the bad people, or the walkers."

After a moment, she says, "Oh. That man didn't know what walkers are, so you pro'bly don't either..."

[oneeyedterror]

He almost says that that's a nice thought but. Yeah the mention of walkers gets a headtilt from him.

Don't people walk, so everyone is a walker?

"Yeeeah, I don't," he answers. "You wanna share?"

[justpretending]

So she answers, rather simply. "They're what happen when the dead come back to life...except they're not really alive. They just get up and walk and try to eat people. S'why my home's messed up."

[oneeyedterror]

The dead coming back to life. Well, that sounds. Kind of familiar, but not enough to get Whirl to show any of that on his face. So uh... have another head pat.

"Then uh, good you're here."

What do you even say to that, for once Whirl uses what little tact he has to not be a complete asshole.

[justpretending]

"Maybe," Sophia says, thinking Whirl completely understands, "my mommy will come here too. And everyone else I like. I know the world doesn't work that way, but I'd really like it."

She stands up on her tip-toes, like nuzzling into the head pat.

[oneeyedterror]

Okay the.. leaning into the head patting is weird, so Whirl is going to stop now. Doing that. And Whirl, kind of understands. A part of him, a small tiny shriveled up part of him, misses home. Although he'd never wish being hu--

No he would wish being here and being human on a lot of people back home, but he'll keep that thought to himself.

"It might not, but it doesn't mean you should let it bug you," He says, grinning now. "If the world frikking sucks you do everything you can to spite the slagger."

A+ life advice from Whirl.

[justpretending]

Sophia's mouth forms into a little 'o' and she slowly nods in understanding. A moment later, however, she frowns. "I don't wanna make anything worse, though... 'Specially if it's already bad enough."

Commandramon, for one, is grateful that his little girl seems to have a good head on her shoulders.

[oneeyedterror]

"... Doubt a little guy like you could do much more damage then what's already happened," It's said a bit absently, but Whirl actually seems a bit.

Serious. Whoops.

[justpretending]

"It could always get worse," Sophia replies, soft but also matter-of-fact.

[oneeyedterror]

He shrugs, honestly if this is the worst it gets? This is easy street, but he's not going to say that.

"Well, it probably won't." A pause then. "Eh, shouldn't you be going and having fun now? Instead of hanging with someone like me?"

[justpretending]

Sophia raises up her head and smiles brightly. "You are fun! We could play games together, if you aren't too tired. ...You looked tired before," she adds, as if Whirl didn't already know.

[oneeyedterror]

"Huh?" Whirl actually looks confused at the mention of being tired, has he looked like that? Normally he'd just rest when he felt like it, so very little, but that's as a giant ass robot thing without a face. So that probably stopped anyone from noticing tiredness.

Damn, somedays he hated having a face. "Nah, I'm not really a games kinda person. S'all."