[When the feed starts up, Guilmon cracks a gigantic smile and waves at the camera.]

Hi, everybody!

[He turns around, surveying some of the rubble-- it looks like he's in the middle of Roaming Park... or what's left of it. Splintered remnants of trees lie in a heap in the background, and for a few seconds, he looks over his shoulder before turning his gaze back to the camera.]

I know there's lots of damage out there, and I'm sure most of you are still tired from all the fighting. We're gonna have to do a lot of cleaning up, I bet, and I've already seen people talking about it. But what Guilmon was wondering is if we could have some kind of big training party! ...When we're done cleaning up, anyway.

[Yes, he just used training and party in the same sentence.]

With everyone getting their crests, that means your Digimon can evolve to Ultimate, right? But they might not be used to their new forms and attacks. Plus, there could always be more bad Digimon out there. So, if we all trained together, we might be able to do an even better job if more bad guys show up. And now that Takato's here, I can evolve to all the levels-- all the way to Mega! So, Guilmon would be happy to help if you wanna go up against someone super strong.

[Oh, and there's something else, Guilmon realizes, once his stomach starts growling.]

Me and Takato were thinking of making a big bunch of Guilmon bread for it, if anyone wants to come! And you could bring other food if you wanted to. Fighting takes a lot of energy, and I know I wouldn't want to evolve on an empty stomach. That'd be hard!

So does that sound like a good idea? Guilmon sure hopes so...

Hey guys! Now that the fighting is over, I wanted to put out an offer to anyone who might be injured and want some help. My brother and I have some training in the first aid area- [He chuckles a bit, shrugging slightly with a bemused smile.] -most of it firsthand. You gotta learn fast when you're out in the wilderness, after all.

We've got a few supplies too, so if someone still needs some tending to, we're more than willing to do what we can- [And then suddenly a hand places itself on the side of his head and pushes him out, and now Martin's in the shot.]

And if anyone needs a place to stay for a while, my apartment's open. I've got plenty of space.

[And he's shoved right back out by Chris, who grunts a little.]

Right. [He smiles back at the feed.] Just drop us a note if you need a hand, and we'll do what we can!


((OOC: Most of the replies will be from Chris you're not even in your apartment Martin get out, but who knows when Martin will push his way back into them.))

[A video appears on the feed, showing a Gomamon lying down on a pillow on a bed in a seemingly empty apartment. He lets out a sigh and drops his head onto his claws, staring at the D-Terminal that he just switched on.]

A'ight so.....s'been a long time comin' so I figured I'd go 'head and say this while the town ain't bein' destroyed and all. Plus I...got a lotta people t'apologize to.

[Fearless? Apologizing?
Stranger things have happened.]

...When th'lights were out I....got really mad at Hic. Like. REALLY mad. I ended up Digivolvin' and I don't remember a whole ton about it, but some things are startin' ta' come back.....he told me I Digivolved to Gigadramon, wasn't listenin' to nobody....

[He hesitates, glancing away from the screen.]

...Paolo, Choco. ...I'm....I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for hurtin' you guys. I didn't mean to, really. And Donnie and Fluttershy...I'm sorry for how much that must'a hurt ya guys too.

...Mostly you Donnie. ...I messed things up real bad fer ya and Marley, I-I know. ...Now she's gone, so... I can't even apologize to her.

[He lifts his head a little, shaking his head.]

A-and I know you ain't ever gonna see this....but Marley, I'm sorry too. Ya were such a good person, and I never.....meant ta' hurt ya. ....I loved ya....

...But....it wasn't right'a me ta'do what I did. If I cared 'bout ya so much, I just would'a let you and Donnie be happy. But I didn't.....and I'm sorry.

Anyone else I've hurt, with bein' Gigadramon....or just bein' a big fat jerk anytime....I'm sorry. I'm....tryin' ta' learn. Been taught th'hard way how far keepin' a forked tongue gets me..

And....what with these "real" partners or whatever. ...Yaknow, maybe I wasn't 'sposed ta' be Hic's partner. I've already screwed up ENOUGH. I let 'im get killed, so if that ain't screwin' up I dunno what is.

But I ain't goin' anywhere without a fight. But I'm gettin' off topic- Look bottom line? ...I'm gonna work on doin' different from now on.

Maybe then things'll be better.

[And with that, he reaches out and turns off the feed with a claw.]

[Broadcasting from the outskirts of the city, Magnus starts up a comm as soon as he wakes up, noticing the destructive aftermath of Titamon's visit even from where he stood.]

[The sight incites a very human reaction he wasn't quite used to - it felt like his heart was sinking to his stomach. He hadn't been there to support the others. What must they be thinking?]

[Steadfast and stern was the voice that came through, betraying none of the emotion he felt internally.]

This is Ultra Magnus reporting in. I will be needing a status report on all Autobots and the events that occurred within the past few days. I appear to have been caught in a data stream.

[A little fatigue enters his voice.]

And.. I apologize for being absent when I was needed.