桐生 義弥 「 Joshua 」 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thefolder2013-05-06 06:27 pm
whitefeather) wrote in thefolder2013-05-06 06:27 pm
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Characters: Apartment F3 002 fodder! (That's you Elec Man and Hibiki Kuze! and all hangers on and attachments, not just of the digimon persuasion)
When: 06 May 2013
Where: Apartment F3 002!
What: An open log to get acquainted. No posting order, super casual.
[And. A few hours after arrival, Joshua managed to make it to the apartment block thanks to the directions of his digimon. Who now was exhausted enough to have fallen asleep in his arms. He unlocked and pushed the door open, shutting it with one of his legs. And he looked around.
Not terrible. Kind of pokey, a little small, and the carpet was pretty dire. The most disconcerting thing was the fact he could see three rooms, none of which appearing to have locks on the doors. ....Irritating. Very much so. But it was a roof. That was all that could be expected, especially for free. Unceremoniously, he moved to the living area, curling upon the sofa almost instantly, allowing Viximon to sleep on his torso. And he moved his hands through his pockets, pulling out what he'd been given at the terminal. A digivice, a D unit, and of course his phone. Which still wasn't working. So he examined the interfaces on each carefully, fingers moving to scratch the little digimon behind the ears as he waited for other inhabitants, if they were going to turn up at all.]
When: 06 May 2013
Where: Apartment F3 002!
What: An open log to get acquainted. No posting order, super casual.
[And. A few hours after arrival, Joshua managed to make it to the apartment block thanks to the directions of his digimon. Who now was exhausted enough to have fallen asleep in his arms. He unlocked and pushed the door open, shutting it with one of his legs. And he looked around.
Not terrible. Kind of pokey, a little small, and the carpet was pretty dire. The most disconcerting thing was the fact he could see three rooms, none of which appearing to have locks on the doors. ....Irritating. Very much so. But it was a roof. That was all that could be expected, especially for free. Unceremoniously, he moved to the living area, curling upon the sofa almost instantly, allowing Viximon to sleep on his torso. And he moved his hands through his pockets, pulling out what he'd been given at the terminal. A digivice, a D unit, and of course his phone. Which still wasn't working. So he examined the interfaces on each carefully, fingers moving to scratch the little digimon behind the ears as he waited for other inhabitants, if they were going to turn up at all.]
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[At this point? He wouldn't be surprised. Life's gotten weird lately.]
[. . . And speaking of weird.]
You can feel that?
[Hibiki is both impressed and a little bit alarmed.]
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[A small laugh. This child is pretty obsessed with demons. Joshua's not exactly heard anyone but him use that term for the digimon, which is pretty indicative that his version of Tokyo isn't all that peaceful.
But there's a time and a place for that. Now certainly isn't it.]
...Hm? It's pretty obvious. Look outside. There's elements of both just standing side-by-side in the same reality. Our vending machines, their dull little city. And like I said, it's really not supposed to happen this way. The earthquake which happened when we were brought here is kind of conclusive to that.
Imagine- Hibiki, Floramon, a pane of glass. A cracked one. That's the wall between parallels. Something that keeps one thing on one side, another thing on another. In our little imaginary situation, we're trickling into this world. Drops, if anything. That's what our vending machines are. There's probably multiples because it's way simpler to just duplicate something than find variants. Takes up less space too, if you get my drift.
[And if they don't, too bad. He doesn't want to go into that.]
Now imagine on either side of said pane, you forcing your hands against it. Whichever pushes hardest will certainly win. But the pane itself... It won't be pretty when it finally gives out. Look at all the damage caused by that earthquake just to bring little old us here.