[The video feed clicks on, showing a shaky view of Guilmon's face. Seems he's finally figured out how to work that bracelet communicator of his. It's just a wee bit more awkward than holding a terminal, so pardon any shaky cam.]

Um, is this working? Guilmon has never used one of these before...

[Well, hopefully it is because he's got lots of questions!]

If it is, then hi everybody! I'm Guilmon-- not the other Guilmon that's here but still Guilmon. Takato made me, but I don't think the other Guilmon came from a drawing. I wonder why...

[Hrmmm.]

But Guilmon was wondering if there are any other Digimon that came here from different Digital Worlds and don't have their Tamers with them. And has anyone seen Takato? He's got brown hair and goggles and he's good at drawing. And he's from Shinjuku! I know Culumon is here, but Guilmon hasn't seen anyone else from home yet.

[Oh, and there was one more thing, which he adds after a split second.]

Oh, and Guilmon isn't looking for a new partner, so please don't ask, okay? Takato is my only Tamer, but I'm sure you're all still nice!

Uh...hi, I guess.

[A slightly awkward teenager(?) appears onscreen, sounding as uncertain as he looks. He's apparently found apartment F1 001, as the background seems to be a bedroom.]

My name's Waver Velvet, and I just got here recently. I wanted to ask--does anyone know if there's a library or a bookstore anywhere?

[He's in for a nasty shock: the poor kid can't read Japanese worth a damn.]

[After fumbling with the feed, the owner succeeds in getting it on. The feed turns on to the image of a very large, very apologetic teenager with a rope around his neck. The owner of said rope? An impatient-looking red Impmon.

Needless to say yesterday had been a taxing day for the digimon. If he had to be with this kid, things were going by HIS book, not theirs. Leatherhead went along with Impmon's demands to keep the kid leashed out of guilt for his earlier tantrum. He deserved it, he deserved a lot worse.

Leatherhead looks up to the communicator, speaking.]

I was told I was a Chosen...but I am not sure if that is ri--

[Impmon will have none of that. He tugs on the fashioned rope, clearing his throat.]

ANYWAY, before I was interrupted, I was saying I've got a sweet deal for you digichumps. Ever wanted a digidestined? Well lucky for you, I've got the digidestined of your dreams!

He's big, he's burly, I think he's housebroken and he can be yours for 1000 bits! Any offers?

[The former alligator just sinks back further.]

Come on! It's a once in a lifetime offer!

[A Tapirmon appears on screen. He is wearing a brown fedora that matches that of the adult sitting behind him. The adult (appearing in his late 20s) has teal hair and deep brown eyes that seem to be rather expressive. This is Perry and he looks a little nervous and continues to pull at the orange scarf around his neck, adjusting it. Tapirmon, meanwhile, looks like he's just been given very serious news and is troubled by it. He glances up at Perry once but shakes his head and looks to the screen. When the Tapirmon speaks it is with a British accent.]

Greetings friends. I am Bartholomew and this is Perry. My partner would like to apologize in advance for any hassle this may cause, but he is not able to communicate as most of us are used to. He has requested that I serve as a liaison when we are out and about the city, but that he will also likely be utilizing the texting function of the D-Terminal in order to communicate with others. He also wished for me to let you know that his sign language is a tad underdeveloped since this condition is actually a recent development.

Silent he may be, but Perry would like to assure everyone here that he is more than willing to provide assistance if it means that he can be returned to his proper home in a prompt manner. There are apparently two children that he likes to keep an eye on that may be placed in untold danger if he is not around to see to things.

[Tapirmon looks to Perry.]

Does that sound about all you wanted to say, sir?

[Perry gives the audience a thumbs up. He then gestures at the door.]

Oh! Yes. We reside in Room F2 - 009. Perry may not talk much but he has told me that he is a decent mechanic and can operate a plethora of machines if anyone is in need of that sort of assistance.

[Perry nods and tips his hat to the screen.]

Good day.

[Tapirmon ends the feed.]

[Well, being more powerless than what he's been for a while sucks tremendously. Not like that's visible by looking at the transmission! The screen shows a teenage boy, perhaps a little skinny and pale for his years, a miniature fox in his arms and a smile upon his lips. Obviously, his partner, being nocturnal and all, is just about tuckered out from all of the excitement of her first day. It's sort of endearing actually. Perhaps the only reason he's carrying her along back to the apartment block he's been situated, perhaps not.]

...Say. What do all of you do for entertainment here? Other than saving the (digital) world, of course. Call me curious. Also, if a place to eat can be recommended, It'd be much appreciated since I'm pretty new at all this.

There's also another boy I should ask about, but I doubt he remembers much about me. He was very young back then, and our meeting was very short, but there are a lot of things I have to tell him. His name is Sor- [And the feed cuts before she can finish. Again, really bad with technology.] 

[The video feed clicks on to show a dark haired teenager in his apartment room with a Crabmon sitting on the bed next to him. The boy looks a little scowly, but he sounds more serious than angry when he actually starts talking.]

So, my name's Percy Jackson, and this is- [He turns towards his partner, who is just visible in the corner of the screen.] Dude, seriously, why don't you call yourself "Steve" or something? You are a Crabmon, that's like naming your kid Human or Centaur or something.

I don't know! Aren't there other people named Percy?

Sure, but they don't look exactly like me.

Well, do you want me to call myself Steve?

Do you want to be called Steve?

[Crabmon shrugs.] You're the boss!

[That gets a sigh out of Percy - it just seems like he can't get away from people calling him that - who focuses his attention back on the camera.] And this is Crabmon, or Steve, I guess, and this is not the first time I've been given the whole "you're basically here to save the world" speech, and believe me, it's not fun to hear it the second time, either. Or the third, or the fourth. [They get it, Percy.] And I mean, I get it. People are in trouble, and if I can help, I want to. But people are in trouble back home, too, and I can't stay here forever. And I bet I'm not the only one. I mean, I'd at least like to be able to tell my mom where I went, you know?

And I know some of you have been here before, or at least know more about what's going on than the rest of us, but in my experience? Just about any monster wants to eat you if you don't do the right thing around them. And believe me, I've had lots of experience with monsters wanting to eat me. [Still, there's a part of him that feels slightly guilty for insisting that, considering his brother was a cyclops and all, and it wasn't like his partner had been anything but helpful so far, so he makes a little bit of a chagrined face before amending that statement.] I mean, maybe some of them don't, here, but I'd still be careful. You can never be too careful when it comes to monsters. Especially ones that promise they're friendly.

[Sorry Steve. He'll get over it eventually, hopefully. He does actually look a little guilty as he says it, and glances over at the crustacean for a second.] I mean, I guess I trust him, he did kind of stop me from drowning like a loser, but you never know. Just be careful.

[He chews his lip a little for a moment, considering what to say next.] Anyway, I'm not trying to lecture anyone or- I don't know. I just want to help, and something tells me this guy- [He sticks a thumb towards Crabmon.] wants to, too. Let us know if there's anything we can do.

[For a moment, it looks like he's maybe going to say something else, but he ends up just switching the feed off.]