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There we go! It's on!

Yeah? [ There's an intake of breath. ] If you say so.

All right, hands up if you're a "Chosen Child" who is actually over 18 years old and not actually a child. Metaphorical hands. Please don't actually raise them, you won't do anyone a lick of good here. So far as I can tell, this place is far too insane to be run by children and would be some kind of prank if Kera wasn't some kind of... talking... squid... thing. Still not sure what the hell, by the way.

Also: need suggestions and directions to good places for dinner. If I'm going to be stuck here, I am not going to live off bits and bytes and takeout, all right? Not happening.

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[not having accents was probably our tradeoff for everyone being otherwise perfect, really]

[Waver frowned in disapproval, but didn't complain any further. He'd met less agreeable Digimon, after all. And the guy he was partnered with didn't sound all that bad.]

I really don't know why 'children' is the default term for it--probably the usual age range for people with these partners until all of us started showing up. Now that you mention, it really isn't all that fitting in the given situation.

[ Shannon is definitely more agreeable, although that doesn't mean he's incapable of being an asshole, either. Partners are perfect for each other in one way or another... it just might take a while to figure out why. ]

And by "the situation," I presume you mean the end of the world. Because that's what I'm understanding the situation to be.

I wouldn't say it's that pressing. At least not usually. The catastrophe of the moment tends to vary in severity from 'giant monster attack' to 'glitch making it literally rain cats and dogs.'

How is a giant monster attack not that pressing?

There's not one right this second, that's how.

[this kid has seen some shit, friend]

If it were the actual end of the world, I'd think day-to-day circumstances a little more dire than this.

There are no restaurants left. [ Checkmate, Waver. ]

Speaking of day-to-day... Is that it? We just hang round 'til the problems come to us? Really?

At the moment...basically. I think at least one person spends a lot of time trying to work out whatever code this place is built on. A few more of us were taking steps to organize some kind of group to respond a little less haphazardly to dire situations, but so far we can only do so much without knowing when something or someone will just turn the place into a mess.

I assure you I'm aware of how futile it sounds.

Emergency reaction plans are never a bad idea. If things get as crazy as you say, then you just need to plan for equally crazy contingencies — but that's the sort of thing that could probably be useful around here. Who told you it sounds futile?

All the other kids, probably.

No one, I just said it. I'm frustrated by the state of things and how much we can only react to, rather than prevent. If any of us had been better at information gathering or anything of the sort, maybe the city wouldn't look like someone dropped a bomb on it.

It's irritating to know we're supposedly here to save this world and yet we're this limited in our efforts to help it.

What happened to the city?

The 'giant monster attack' bit wasn't metaphorical. We used to have a nice marketplace, park, and Tokyo Tower in one piece.

Ugh. What's the progress on getting all that fixed? Don't tell me there isn't even proper contingencies to deal with property damage here, I might just give up here and now.

I would assume A) most are still recovering from one thing or another, B) the more organized of us are attempting to formulate efficient plans and praying people cooperate, or C) both of the above.

I'm placing my money on C. Or I would if I had much of any.

Count me in for group B, then. If you need more hands.

Or eyes.

Hah. Very funny. But, no, at least I can help organize. Paper pushing is part of my job back home.

That would be about where I am, too. I'm just a student, so organization and research is about all I have as far as skills go.

[ There's a small chuckle. ] Not a student anymore, thank God, but I'm sure my skills can be put to use anyway. Who do I look for to get this ball rolling? You know?

What, like who's in charge?

[Pausing, Waver seemed to be seriously considering this for a minute.]

I don't...think anyone is, now that you mention it. Not in a concrete sense--there's usually a handful of the reliable type you'd expect to step up in an immediate crisis, but nothing I could call definite.

Jesus Christ. You guys aren't even limping around here, you're writhing around on the floor.

[ He sounds amused under the dismay. Organization in any meaningful way must be impossible without some kind of hierarchy to follow in times of crisis or the follow-up. ]

You sure the kids aren't in charge here?

...Well, when you poke holes in it like that, it sounds much worse than it probably is. Having said that, now I'm really not too certain myself.

Sorry--I got so sidetracked I forgot to ask your name.

Yeah, you gotta wonder how exactly anything runs around here. I wouldn't say I'm blind to the problems it can cause, but in a case like this, some sort of governmental structure would do wonders to response times and post-monster attack recoveries.

Shannon Vaughn. Keramon! Kera. I'm Kera. ... Yours?

It kind of works out, somehow. I hadn't thought too much about it until now.

I'm Waver Velvet. [Said with so much of a straight face he has to be telling the truth.] My partners are Palmon and Biyomon--god knows where they've gone off to. It's nice to meet you both.

Excuse me if I doubt the efficiency of "it kind of works out, somehow".

[ ... Waver Velvet. Well, then. ] Partners? Plural?

Yep, some people are just so greedy they need a second one. Don't worry, I know you'd never get tired of me and upgrade for the newer model, Shannon.

Don't be too sure.

[Remarkably, his managed to not be the strangest name around. God only knew what Sola-Ui Nuada-Re Sophia-Ri's parents were thinking when that birth certificate came around.]

Plural, a lot of us have two at the moment. It's...complicated. Simply put, there was this whole huge incident recently where we learned the ones we started out with--in my case, Palmon--are replicas in some fashion. The second ones we met are the ones we were apparently intended to have when we arrived.

What that means for people like you that just showed up with one, I'm afraid I'm not certain. It's proven to be a mess about two steps short of 'widespread existential crisis'.

[ Dear God, that name is terrifying. ]

I'm your intended partner, by the way. Accept no substitutes.

Okay. So... what you're saying is that some people got knock-offs and now they've got the real deal, and the rest of us are just skipping that entirely? [ He's speaking to both Waver and Kera now. ]

Like I said: they got greedy.

[the world of fate doesn't really get english names. see also: luviagelita edelfelt.]

Honestly? I...don't know. The whole situation's nothing I could have even tried to predict, I'm pretty sure most if not all of us were blindsided entirely.

So it's hard to say just what the facts of the whole thing are or even why someone went to the trouble of trying to replicate our intended partners.

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