Time to move on.

[digilight]

Who: Evacuated Chosen, Hikari
What: The start of the Migration
Where: Primary Village
When: January 1st, 2014

Primary Village. The baby Digimon are crying, and Elecmon's rushing about in shock, trying to care for all of them.

Hikari stands among it all, holding a Digi-egg in her arms. She's quiet, and she's sad. She's waiting, though. Waiting for anyone who would come here.

What to do? Whatever she can, even if it's not much.

Comments

[amygdalae]

[Flashing a smile at Dorumon.] We'll try our best.

[Not that Bruce can say they won't be dirty... since after all, its not like they have a definite roof over their heads at this moment.

Anyway.]

I don't mean here, of course. There was a message earlier - there's a place called HospiTown where they've set up to help us since the city got destroyed. We're going to have to travel so get there, so on the way we can stop around and see if we can find things that might help.

[arrogantalloy]

Hospitown? Now there's a name.

Yeah we should probably head that way, it might be a little less... Pastel.

[He glances around at all the baby-themed cuteness.]

[amygdalae]

They say it'll at least take us a week to get there. We can take the Trailmons, but we can stop off at places to find the stuff that you need.

[Not that he's entirely sure where, but this place is pretty big. Surely there can be something, right?]

[arrogantalloy]

A week? I can rough it a week.

[He starts to fidget with the note book in his hands]

I've done 3 months in dryer conditions. What's a week in a sentient train?

[amygdalae]

[A smile from Bruce here.]

It's decided then, I guess. We should start tomorrow, or tonight.

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony runs another hand slowly through his hair again with a sigh.]

Tomorrow, I don't really feel like dealing with it today.

[amygdalae]

[Bruce nods, completely understanding.]

I'll get us prepared. [A week is still going to be a while, and they're probably going to take longer, too, considering things.] We'll leave first thing in the morning.

[arrogantalloy]

Uh, yeah.

[He stands around for a second after sticking his hands in his pockets.]

Anything. I should do?

[amygdalae]

[Bruce shakes his head.]

No, it's fine. I can handle the logistics. [Not the first time he's done this, after all, and hey - actually knowing is even better.] Take a break; you need it.

[arrogantalloy]

[He sighs when he's told he needs the break.]

Uh, yeah. People keep saying that to me.

[He scratches his eyebrow, then looks at Dorumon who's still clutching both of their pillows.]

[amygdalae]

[A small, wry look from Bruce.]

Because you need it. [And then he glances at Tony and Dorumon.] Rest. I'll get the both of us prepared.

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony just sighs again and wanders over to a squishy fluff cube and sits on it, looking at Dorumon as he does.]

So. Rest?

He is right. You've barely slept since you got here.

What have I told you about being Pepper? Just leave me...

[He rubs at his face tiredness seeping into the frustration of his movements.]

Just put the pillow on this... Uh... Play cube thing.

[Rolling her eyes, Dorumon puts his blueberry pillow on the cube and he lays back to get vaguely comfortable on it.]

we can end it heeeeere

[amygdalae]

[Bruce just watches them with amusement for a while, making sure that they're both okay before he leaves them to their own devices, going around to find Floramon and get his help with getting ready for their trip.

It's going to be a long one.]