[Well, it's been about a week, don't let it be said that Airachnid goes back on her word.]

Arcee! If I know you, you're just itching to have a go at me. But, before we go at it, how about I introduce you to my, aha, partner?

[A sullen looking Impmon appears on the screen. For whatever reason, it doesn't say anything. At this point it probably knows better, the poor thing.]

Say hello to Tailgate! It's not that much of a talker, but I'm sure it carries the spirit of the Late Tailgate just fine. One must do their part to honour the fallen.

[Airachnid cares just as much about digimon gender as she does for anything else in this wretched place.]

So, come and find me, I dare you~

HEY! ALL OF YOU!

You busted sons of bitches! Yeah you. Everyone with bumps and bruises and cuts adn scrapes and everyone that had the shittiest of shit weeks, you stop hiding. You come out of your room and you find someone else hiding and you come to the cafeteria.

That means you.

YEAH YOU.

You know how you are, with your gloomy face and your aching back and nervous glances. You're not the only one that had a horrible week.

This is a shout out to all you fuckin' heroes, you men and bots and turtles and other weird shit, you hardcore bad-asses and even the ones that ran around like chickens with your heads cut off: Come To The Party.

Don't make excuses not to show up. People are comin' with broken bones and bloody noses. I ain't about pretendin' shit didn't happen, its about celebrating surviving, makin' peace with your beasts and checkin' on the people you worried about.

And gettin' drunk. Some people need to get drunk.

ALL LITTLE KIDS ARE INVITED. Until bedtime. There's the after-party for grown-ups that need to bitch, cut-loose, drink and fight and just get this shit off their chests.

So if you're not doing anything important, you got NO GOOD EXCUSE not to come to the party.

Swillin' around in your misery don't solve a damned thing, and there would be plenty of faces relieved to see you there.

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...

COME SEE THE DISCO BALL I MADE.

*click*

[So Bro's been here for a few days now- not that anyone would know it. He's flipped the elusiveness switch and has been getting his bearings the entire time now. It doesn't help that he arrived in the middle of a blackout, so it's not like he could even do much. But he hasn't really alerted many people to his presence while he's been here, not until he's figured out a bit more about this place.

For anyone who knows him, it should be pretty obvious that he would be happy to be here. This place is fucking right out of the anime, so how could he not? While gathering info and being an elusive bastard, he's also been enjoying himself quite a bit. But he figures it's about time to break radio silence, especially because he's figured out Dave is also here.]

Do you have any idea how much of an inconvenience it was, coming in during the middle of a fucking blackout? That is the epitome of Bad Timing. You'd think if they're bringing in people, they'd time it better, but no. Apparently fucking not.

Whatever though, it's not like I lacked shit to keep me busy- like the fact I was given a fucking Digimon. It's like having the pet I never knew I wanted. It looks like a fucking Chocobo, too. Talk about a nerd's wet final fantasy. Maybe even I came a little when I saw it, the world will never know. You'll never reach the end of this tootsie pop.

Anyway; the name's Bro Strider. Figured it was about damn time I introduced myself, so here I am.

And here I go.

[Click.]