thefolder | play, play, play! (april 2013-- game start!)

Characters: EVERYONE!
When: 4 March 2013
Where: Terminal Room or all over town!
What: An open mingle log for everyone to play in!

The Digital World had been having a great deal of earthquakes the last six months. The first was the largest of them and had ended in the shifting of the planes. Since then earthquakes happened periodically, often sending new Chosen Children with it. At first it was Chosen that the Digital World knew and rejoiced, but now and then it would send new Chosen.

Today was different, however. The earthquake that rattled the Digital World felt almost as bad as the first, but there was a difference this time. Suddenly dozens of children were making their way to the Digital World. Destiny was calling and so were their partners...

Every chute in the Terminal Room activated while the small Digimon known as Culumon trembled with excitement. There were so many lonely Digimon that had appeared recently and--finally-- their partners had arrived!

OOC: Feel free to mark your characters in different locations! They can be just arriving in the Terminal Room you read about in the arrival post or anywhere on the map! Also feel free to mark the day for each thread. You can also request to play with Culumon, too! Have fun, guys!

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[Holy]

[Shit]

[Talk about faces one didn't expect to see. She has to do a double-take before she confirms that yes, that ridiculous hair style belongs to someone she knows]

O. . . Oowada-kun?

[The voice may be familiar, and it comes from a nearby bench, where Kyouko is sitting, D-Terminal in her lap. Her entire body is frozen in place in surprise]

[ALSO THERE'S A DOG SITTING AT HER FEET but surely you don't care about dogs do you Oowada!1]

[Mondo became a little more attentive when he heard his name called. He wasn't expecting to see anyone he knew here.]

...Kyouko? Is that you?

[As if anyone else who looked exactly like that knew who he was. But he was still convinced that this was some sort of strange afterlife, so he wasn't expecting to see anyone who - as far as he knew - was still alive.]

...And a...dog? [Damn right he cares about dogs, dogs are the best.]

[Before Kyouko can speak again, Labramon perks up, bounding over to Mondo with her tail wagging]

Oh! You know each other? Are you friends? I'm glad Kyouko has friends! She's kind of a stick in the mud.

[The Digimon glances over at her trainer expectantly. Kyouko clears her throat, wiping all evidence of surprise from her expression]

Labramon. My. . . partner, I suppose. [A beat] . . . I didn't expect to see you here, Oowada-kun.

[He looks down at Labramon. Talking dog. Talking. Dog. This would be the greatest thing ever if he wasn't coming to terms with being dead right now.

Actually, it's still pretty great.]

...We're, uh. Classmates.

[Because he wasn't sure that anyone wanted to be known as the friend of an executed culprit. He looks back up at Kyouko.]

Are you...y'know. [There's no way to ask this question that isn't really awkward, wow.] ...Still alive?

Yes.

[Never one to sugarcoat things, Kyouko replies quickly, and honestly]

Naegi-kun, Togami-kun, Fukawa-san, Asahina-san, Hagakure-kun and I all made it out. Alive.

[Meanwhile, as if she senses Mondo's awkwardness, Labramon pads forward a bit and nudges her nose against the gang leader's shin. Then she tilts her head back and cocks her head to the side, eyes wide and questioning. Are you sad? If you're sad you can pet me :c]

Made it out? Out of Hope's Peak altogether?

[He reaches down to pat Labramon on the head. He can hold DemiDevimon with one arm anyways, and really that dog is adorable.

...But there's one think Kyouko said that was just a little upsetting. Or rather, something she didn't say.]

You...didn't mention Ishimaru.

[Labramon pressed her hand against Mondo's hand happily, though she kept her mouth shut as she let the two chosen children talk. Clearly this was a conversation too serious for her to interrupt]

. . .

Ishimaru-kun was killed by Hifumi-kun, who in turn was killed by Celes-san. That was the subject of the third trial.

[She heaved a heavy sigh]

There's much to catch you up on, concerning the fates of our classmates, Monobear, and Hope's Peak Academy in general. Perhaps we should take this conversation somewhere more private.

Hifumi! I'll kill him!

[...And then he realizes that she just said he was killed by Celes. Well, finding out that the person he considered a brother was murdered wasn't exactly conductive to thinking clearly. He sighs.]

...Okay. More private sounds good.

It's impossible to kill someone twice. [a beat] Or so I once believed.

[She turns on her heel, nodding at the meeting hall]

I believe we'll be staying in that building.

I know, I know. But if that bastard ever shows his face around here...

[Okay, maybe now isn't the time for that. He'll plan his epic revenge later.]

At least they give us a place. That's a plus. [Well, you know, a place that they can leave freely without killing anyone.]

It. . . is far better than living out in the wilderness, yes.

And far better than our last accommodations.

What was your last place like?

[Labramon interrupts, curious]

It was nothing, Labramon.

Yeah, it was just...not as nice. [Because he doesn't have it in him to make a talking dog sad by discussing mutual killings.]

...Have you seen anyone else here? From school, I mean?

. . . I haven't. You're the first person from Hope's Peak I've meant.

That doesn't mean the others aren't here.

Yeah. I'll keep looking, I guess.

So...how'd the rest of you guys escape?

. . .

We discovered the Mastermind behind the mutual killings and Monobear's existence. She let us go free.

She? [Well there goes his plan to beat the living daylights out of the mastermind.]

Who was it? Why'd she let you go?

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