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.]

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[notmyprophecy]

A grim look passes over Hollyleaf's face. She remembers the memory she'd seen. She remembers his mother, the name "Scar," she remembers... Well, she sighs and looks down, closing her eyes as she does. "It matters a lot to Kovu, and talking about it... I don't think that's something he can easily do."

Swiftleaf, in the moment after, suggests, "Maybe he needs a visitor."

"Swiftleaf, there's no way he would even let me inside," Hollyleaf reminds her.

[thescaronhisface]

Strabimon shares a look with Lopmon, and they both nod. Strabimon folds his arms. "Then we'll let you in."

The smaller rabbit Digimon is now wearing a face much more serious than would be expected on him. "Kovu needs someone to talk to, since he won't talk to us."

They aren't about to let their partner hole himself up forever and just hide away from everyone. He's here for a reason, and he needs this. After this week...both of them can tell that. Without something big, Kovu's never going to be able to move forward, and he's going to stay like that - scared of his own shadow - forever.

[notmyprophecy]

They're right. They have a point, but Hollyleaf doesn't want to push him. She knows what it's like to need space.

But the more she lets him wallow, the more he'll sink back to being more and more antisocial. She doesn't want that. She doesn't want that at all.

"I'll go. But first, please, give him this?" Hollyleaf hands to his partners something from a little bag. First, she removes a bottle of green liquid. "It's chervil juice. It's for wounds, though it probably won't do anything while he's human... It tastes good, though. It's sweet." And then, a bottle of yellow liquid. "And this is honey. It's also sweet, and it makes swallowing easier. In case he needs...medicine, or something like that."

She couldn't think of anything to make it better. So she retreated to her medicine cat teachings, as few as she knows. Leafpool was, however, a good temporary mentor. A very good temporary mentor.

[thescaronhisface]

Lopmon takes the bag from her, holding it while she shows them the two bottles. Strabimon wrinkles his nose when she pulls out the chervil juice. "I thought Kovu didn't like sweet stuff."

Lopmon frowns. "He doesn't, but if it might help him get better we're gonna make him drink it anyway."

[notmyprophecy]

"It probably won't even help," Hollyleaf says again. Her complete ear flicks self-consciously. "Listen, I probably shouldn't even go today. With all the festivities...he's probably even more grumpy."

She places the bottles back in the bag that Lopmon holds.

[thescaronhisface]

"So you're just gonna let him sit around all day, sulking?" Lopmon glares at Hollyleaf as she puts the bottles away. "You care about him, don't you?"

Strabimon's not saying it, but he's thinking the same thing.

[notmyprophecy]

It's a sudden shock to her entire body, and Bearmon looks away slowly when Hollyleaf glances at her and Veemon. It seems everyone's been thinking it.

"He's...a very good friend," Hollyleaf says slowly. "...I can't push him into doing anything, Lopmon. Sometimes if you push, someone just strikes back even harder. ...But I'll visit him tonight, when there are less people around to ask me questions."

[thescaronhisface]

"Fine, later," Strabimon interrupts, before Lopmon can answer her. He looks down at the ground to one side, and the slowly collecting snow. "Just...show up, all right?"

Lopmon eyes the wolfish partner, now all too keenly aware of just how often he'd heard something like that - from Kovu.

[notmyprophecy]

"Of course." Hollyleaf's voice is gentle. She shuts her eyes, and her tail curls around her. "Give that to him, okay? I promise. I'll be there tonight."

[thescaronhisface]

"Thanks, Hollyleaf. He'll be glad you showed up." Lopmon pulls the bag close, peering into it one more time.

Strabimon closes his eyes, and slowly lets out a breath. "C'mon Lopmon, we gotta give out the rest of these." He doesn't wait for an answer before he starts walking, and again it strikes his smaller partner just how alike he is to their Chosen.