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[It's that time again! Wheeljack's here to clear up any and all confusion you people might have about this place. And maybe some tips for those who might be slightly not-human. Don't worry, though! His advice is accurate.

For the most part.

The feed opens up to show him on the couch of his apartment, pretty much just lounging out.]

So, we got an influx of newbies during that blackout, huh. Guess that means it'll be question time again unless someone clears up a few things. And you know me, I like to please people.

[Or annoy the crap out of them. Either way.]

Place is called the Digital World. And no, ya can't leave. Seriously, don't even try.

[There's a little pink ball of fluff curled on his stomach, poking a head up.]

Wow, you're getting right down to it, aren't you.

[With a little smirk, he pushes her head back down, back to sleep or whatever she was doing. Those eyes, however, go back to the ceiling in thought.]

Oh yeah, you're not human here. Yeah, I know. It's fraggin' impossible to do anything. But as long as ya follow the three rules, you'll make it. One. Clothes are your armor. It's pretty bad at bein' armor, but it's all ya got, so get used to it. Two, ya gotta refuel all day every day. Don't worry, their food's pretty good, and they got alcohol--pretty much defined as drink of choice. And three, breathin'. Probably should have covered breathin' first...but you've got to do it. It comes pretty naturally though, so I wouldn't worry unless you're turnin' blue in the face and too stupid to take a cue. [Misfire.]

Oh, and stop livin' on phone booths. You know who you are.

[He takes this moment to look at the crest he attached to his dog tags, inspecting it.]

You're probably going to get maimed here. Hate to say it, but pretty low chance of it -not- happenin. Things attack the city, so until we got some kind of boy scout troops or build a wall, you're gonna have to defend yourself with your little annoyance that follows you around.

I heard that!

Good. [Back to the camera] But, treat your weapon [he gestures to the Gazimon on his stomach] well, get better weapon. Good advice.

[He takes another look at the crest before looking down at You again.]

By the way, we're movin' out.

[And just like that, her head perks up.]

We are??

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... Indoors.

No kidding.

[Sounds like a good strategy to him!]

Push him off, then carry him to the apartments. I'm willing to help. [Seriously, nobody should be living on a phonebooth.]

[Okay, he could deal with games before, but now--]

Look. I got her upset, and--[His voice lowers down a few notches.] I wanna check on her.

Now unless you wanna explain why you impaled me right outside her apartment feel free.

[He holds up his hands, almost daring the bull.]

Wheeljack!

Heeeey, it's a step up.

In your apartment?

[He can tell. Leatherhead places a lot of trust in his word, which, if anyone else were to give their opinion, they'd say what an awful idea that was. But Wheeljack...he can't just turn him away.

So...he'll listen.]

The F word...

[A hand scrubs down his face in thought.]

Wish I knew myself. I could really use it.

Leatherhead knows what the kid's goin' through. If his attempts fail, we go in and drag him.

At least, that's the plan I'm goin' by.

[He snorts again, only this time to make sure it's directly in his face. Mostly because he knows he can, there's not much Wheeljack can do to him in this form.]

I would, but this blasted honor code keeps me from skewering unarmed animals. Get a butter knife and maybe next time.

[...He's still not moving.]

She probably doesn't want to see you anyway.

A little cut-n-dry there...and, uh, if you're young you shouldn't really have alcohol. It can mess up your insides.

That sounds like good advice.

[Blackarachnia glances down at her Dorumon.]

So they get better huh? I was beginning to wonder.

[His eyes close as the bull snorts at him, putting on a face of annoyance rather than fear.]

I don't have time for this. You. Do your thing.

[She perks her ears. Does this mean she can be girlfriend? Oh. This is so girlfriend excuse. Yes. This counts.]

Sprocketttt~ I'd love to snuggle on the couch with you.

Can't really say I see the difference, but...whatever you say kid.

[Guess who learned something new!]

I'm not too good with fancyin' up the words. Best to be blunt, sometimes.

Not like I am either...but someone was gonna put together a pamphlet...like, on being newly human, or on all the stuff that intro the gave us doesn't cover, like the Dark Fields, or stuff like that...before he up and disappeared. You seem...good. At giving out info...

[Do you see where she's going here.]

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Don't make me regret givin' it out. I'm a people-pleasin' kinda guy.

[He looks down at his own, then back to the feed.]

You could say that.

You don't have to word it like that, you know.

[Have you ever seen someone's mood change so instantly?]

I-I LOVE COUCHES! LET'S GO!!

[And with that he prances off. Literally prances. Enjoy that sight, Wheeljack. Let it haunt you.]

[Smirk.]

I make no promises.

[Her digimon shakes her head slightly.]

Should I be worried about being thought about as a weapon.

Probably not.

[Blackarachnia just shrugs before turning her attention back to the feed.]

It sounds like you give this kind of advice out a lot. So how long have you been stuck here?

Huh...hope that works better, then. [Heck, it probably is a better choice.]

But...yeah, willing to go with that if it doesn't work out. Guy shouldn't be sleeping on a phone booth.

[He'll just actively try to delete that image from his mind as the two start to get comfy on the couch. With Sprocket out of the way, he can check for it's other resident.]

'Cee?

[Might as well try her door first.]

He's a Wrecker in my eyes, no reason not to trust him. I...kinda had the same problem with him when we first got here.

It takes patience.

Leatherhead's brimmin' with patience.

Pamphlet? What...ya mean like...info you can hand out?

[What would be easier than these broadcasts, actually. He's just not very arts and craftsy.]

I only speak from experience. I'm not usually this chatty.

[He kinda sees where this is going, young lady.]

[Her door is probably the best door to check because she's, in fact, in her bedroom. Sitting on the bed actually, her back facing the door. It's hard to see, obviously, but it looks like she has an apple slice in her mouth.]

What are you doing here?

[She's surprisingly good at talking with apple in her mouth.]

[He'd compliment her on her ability to talk with an apple in her mouth, but...maybe at a later point. Right now...he'll just lean on the doorframe lazily.]

Well uh...thought I'd check on ya. I mean, you sent the D-Terminal flyin'.

[Since it is just a slice, it doesn't take her very long to finish it up. She looks over her shoulder when it's gone.]

You say that like it was the first time or something.

Saves me the disappointment of you breakin' one then. Still, I'd hate to have to come after ya.

[You looks into the feed at the other Digimon, rolling her eyes.]

Believe me, it's the least of your worries when it comes to your human partner sometimes.

Well, let's just say I've been here long enough. At least four months. By human terms.

First time I got an up close and personal look at it.

[He tries to smile, if only to lighten the mood, but it's short lived.]

Look...I get it. Nothin' more after this.

Uh huh, this of course coming from the Wrecker.

[When did he start playing by her rules? Okay, sure, she throws them at him a lot, but she was expecting more resistance.]

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