terminalmods: Curious (Culumon)
Terminal Tokyo Mods ([personal profile] terminalmods) wrote in [community profile] thefolder2013-04-03 11:43 pm

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!
brentwood: (robin; dizzy)

[personal profile] brentwood 2013-04-05 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Gabumon!" He shouts, at first not realizing that the other kid was doing something to ease the predicament. It's not that his windpipe's being closed off or anything-- the cape doesn't really do that-- but dear god it's still that flight reaction that burns through at the thought of being strangled to death by your own dumb self.

Gabumon doesn't really help the case. He stops, sure, and Tim doesn't feel like his arm is going to pop out of its socket anymore, but the more the tries to pry his hand away from Gabumon, the tighter Gabumon holds on. Oh joy, oh joy.

Well.

At least now he can steady himself, and breathe, no matter how awkward he may look-- one arm extended all the way out with Gabumon looking on cluelessly, and his head craned back so as to alleviate the. The. Something.

"I'm."

Kind of thinking about melting into the ground.

"Fine. Thanks for stopping." Oh god what does he even say now.