[For most, the face on the video feed today is probably an unfamiliar one, as it belongs to someone who arrived with the recent crowd of new Chosen. He addresses the camera casually, one hand resting in his pockets, shoulders slumped as he leans against the wall of a bricked building.]

All right, Digital World, as far as welcomes go, mine could have been worse. I'll rate it a good six out of ten, though this-- er, world-- has a long ways to go before it can improve that score. And whoever the heck brought us here needs to give us anti-theft devices for these communicators. Geez. . .

[He lets out a wry snort]

I deducted points for the bunny--

Elecmon!

-- I'm supposedly partnered with because he's kind of obnoxious.

Mr. Pot, meet Mr. Kettle.

And he isn't nearly as clever as he thinks it is. [After that, Kaito shoots Elecmon a pointed glance] Anyway, I doubt any of you guys care about my scoring criteria much. And the real reason I'm even using this thing is because I wanna know what progress you've made in finding an exit. I mean, some of you have been here a lot longer than I have, right? You've gotta have something by now.

[A beat]

Right?

Such stubborn denial is almost painful to watch. . .

Oh, it looks like we're getting lots of new Tamers! Hi, everybody!

[Guilmon attempts to wave, but the camera feed gets shaky. It's the downside of having his communicator as a bracelet and not a D-Terminal.]

Guilmon just wants to say welcome. I know it's probably scary ending up in a different world with lots of Digimon, but we're not bad! This Digital World isn't as dangerous as the one in Guilmon's world, either. If it was, then all the Digimon would be fighting to absorb each other's data. Maa... you'd probably have cards, too. Guilmon still doesn't understand why nobody here has them. Card Slashes make fighting lots easier and more fun!

[Especially if it's a cool power-up like the White Wings card.]

Oh, and if you're hungry, you should go to the Apemon bakery. The bread there's really, really, really good! Guilmon still likes Takato's bread better, but since he's not here, eating at that bakery's okay, too. The other Guilmon really likes burgers, so you could always have those. Um... you can tell who she is because she likes to say geko! Guilmon just talks like this.

[He scratches his snout, trying to think of what else to say.]

Oh, and Guilmon wants to thank everyone who helped fight that big, mean Kimeramon. I hope you guys made it back okay! That castle was really scary...

[ooc: Don't feel obligated to tag Guilmon with your characters' partners. I am more than happy to thread with Chosen!]

[So, going from celebrating his team's victory over the Decepticons to suddenly being a human? Just a little bit weird. He'd listened to everything that had been explained to him in kind of a weird daze, for the first half of it all thinking that he was just dreaming or something.

But then he'd met his partner and realized that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a dream after all.

After the initial shock wore off, Smokescreen had scooped his companion up, much to her dismay, nd started to wander, only turning his D-terminal on when Hawkmon managed to smack him upside the head with her wing.

So say hello to a smiling, blue eyed young man with a bird sitting on his shoulder, said bird rubbing her forehead as she mumbles something to herself.]

Alright, so. The Digital World. Not sure how the slag I got here and I'm still not sure if this place is actually real or not--

For the last time, Smokescreen, this place is real!

Right, okay, so it's real.

[He shrugs, almost knocking Hawkmon off his shoulder but he catches her, flashing the glaring bird an apologetic look.]

My name's Smokescreen, like the bird--

Hawkmon.

Right Hawkmon--said, and I'm a member of Team Prime, if..that means anything to anyone here. That little..hyper thing that was explaining things to me said that the worlds have combined and stuff...so, what do we need to do to fix it exactly?

Oh, you are hopeless.

Sooooooo letmegetthisstraight: this is some kinda alternate universe that sucks people in, turns 'em human, throws weird organic creatures at them and tells them they need to save the world or whatever, and I'm "chosen" to be one of those poor saps?

[The Wormmon around his shoulders wiggles a bit and makes a surprised noise.]

I-in a sense... You were listening!

Ehhh, sorta, most of the rest of what you said kinda went in one audial and out the other -- EAR! In one ear and out the other. Human anatomy is really weird. Anyway! [Quickly, back to the comm with a broad, dumb grin and a sigh from Wormmon, who squeaks in surprise when Misfire gestures to her. He doesn't notice.] What's up, losers? The name's Misfire, and this lil' thing here is my partner, Crummy.

C-Crummy?!

So I'm not supposin' the names Krok, Crankcase, or Spinister are ringing any bells for anyone out there? No? 'Cos I know for sure Krok will throw a fit if he finds out I've disappeared, and I'd rather not end up facing whatever corporal wrath he'll come up with -- although last time, he just took me off syphoning duty, which sucked but wasn't unbearable, y'know? Oh! But that's nothing compared to that one time --

Um, Misfire?

[Crummy's attempts to interrupt Misfire go unnoticed, and he continues babbling on happily. Crummy looks at the communicator with an apologetic look, and manages to hit "mute" without Misfire noticing. Enjoy the whole three minutes of Misfire just... talking, only with no audio.]

[The feed clicks on to show...oh great. What's Wheeljack up to? This time it looks like he actually wants to be seen on this thing, adjusting it to get it at the right angle. As usual, You is perched on his shoulder, where, surprisingly, he lets her stay this time. No shoving off. Although he could just be too preoccupied to care. But what could have his attention? Spoilers: it's food. He sits there, taking a bite into an apple.]

Okay, since no one's probably gonna address this, and I'm feelin' in a generous mood, I'm gonna let you in on the little secrets about this place, rookies.

You're all human.

[Well no shit, Wheeljack.]

Wanna know what this means?

[He looks at the apple for a second, as if surveying it for any damage.]

You have to refuel. Eat, I think you humans call it. Yannow, restock up on energy. And I mean it when I say -all the time-. [No that's just you, Wheeljack.]  If ya thought you could go weeks on one ration, think again. Ya won't last four days without another, so best accept that before ya learn it the hard way. Good news? Humans make some pretty decent scrap.

Wheeljack...isn't that your roommate's food?

They don't mind. I asked.

No you didn't!

[He ignores You from there on out, turning back to the screen and pinching a piece of his jacket, holding it towards the feed.]

These things. Clothes. They're required. Believe me, I tried to go without em. Apparently it's the equivalent of human armor. Except...yannow, useless. [There's another bite of apple, chewing it before tossing it up and down, as if wanting to occupy his hands with SOMETHING.]

You're also probably gonna get hurt or maimed if ya don't know what a battlefield's like.  Even then, put a bet on gettin' some battle scars. Creatures attack every few weeks so ya might want to look into training. Or a helmet.

[REASSURING.]

If you just let us handle things, you wouldn't get hurt as much, you stupid!

[Oh, that reminds him.]

And these things? [He tilts his head to the Gazimon] Don't become less annoying. Ever.

Neither do you but you don't see me complaining!

See what I mean?

[He finishes up that apple, standing up to go throw it away.]

That's all I got.

[There's a slight pause at the beginning of the audio feed before a monotonous female voice starts talking.]

Identification: EarthConnect, Metals Department, Agent 06-02-F.

Seeking identification of currently assigned overseer. Reason for request: Chain of command is unknown to this agent.

Seeking assignment details. Reason for request: Mission parameters are unknown to this agent.

Seeking in-depth description of already preformed body modifications. Reason for Request: Self Care.

Seeking location. Reason for request: Surroundings unfamiliar, indigenous life appears sentient but is unfamiliar to this agent.

[There's a lengthy pause. The monotone doesn't break.]

Excuse me. If this network is human in nature, please disregard my previous requests. I would, however, like to ask for information on my situation.

Well, that was the weirdest introduction I've ever--

[The audio feed turns off.]