[This video broadcast is brought to you by Shaky Cam™ because, really, whoever's handling the D-Terminal could really stand to buy a tripod. The image starts off with a lopsided view of the floor, then some sheets dangling over the edge of a bed before finally showing a teenage boy from behind, back bent and arms crossed. You'd swear he's prematurely grey with his silver hair.

The camera lingers on him for a few seconds, with some quiet mumbles from the camera 'mon in question before the boy looks over his shoulder and rolls his eyes.]

Man, why do I even need to use this thing? Not like I've got anyone to talk to.

But you could! Um... if you want to, anyway. Wouldn't it be nice to make more friends?

[He shrugs, shifting to face the screen.]

But over some silly computer? If I really wanted to go out and meet people, I'd do it myself.

But what about all those questions you had, Rik--

[The Replica grimaces, pulling his eyes away from the Digimon. For a brief moment, the camera turns to reveal the face of a Kotemon and, while her mask hides her face in shadow, there's a sorry look in her eyes. When she speaks again, it's at a low whisper.]

Pst. I think there's something wrong with my partner because he's really grumpy and he's been saying all kinds of stuff about being fake and his name not really being his name. What's up with that? I know there's bunches of other Kotemon, and we all have the same name and face. Are people not supposed to be like that? I guess that makes sense, since most humans aren't Rikus. That'd be really strange!

[The Replica groans.] Okay, fine, you win. No need to start gossiping about me; I'll talk.

Wow! I didn't think that'd work! [But soon the D-Terminal's passed to its rightful owner, and the image finally stabilizes. Cue a close-up of one exasperated teen.]

You know, I must've missed the memo because last I checked, the dead don't come back that easily. Is that normal here? And this whole "Chosen Children" thing... have they ever gotten mixed up before?

[There, he asked some questions. Now it's just a matter of seeing if it was worth it.]

So, who knows anything about AI and/or fixing some seriously delicate hardware? Both, even. Got a buddy of mine who fries like an egg in sunlight here and I'm hoping to get him up and running like the good ol' days. My nest egg seems to have disappeared from the last time I was here, but... I'll do whatever I can to pay you back for your time. Errands and stuff.

Seriously, I would really just appreciate getting ALFRED back. It's weird not having him around. You know?

Who the heck's Alfred?

You've seen her cool glasses? That's him!

[Two digimon have gathered for this show, both for their own different reasons: Monodramon to watch blossoming love (as he called it) and Duke to watch this inevitably crash and burn.]

Oh my gosh oh my gosh it's happening!

It already happened before you dork.

[Distractions aside, Leatherhead prepares himself. He even put on the nicest pair of hand-me-down clothes he could manage.

He cleared his throat, trying not to appear so completely flustered. He had to let Mikey know, that's why he made this private video.]

We have been through much, my friend. It has been hard on you...

I want to make it better. My friend told me of this thing...and I wish to try it with you.

Would...[Heart going a-flutter here.]...date with me?

[Yang is sitting on the railing of one of the bridges in the city, her long legs dangling over the side as she swings them back and forth. She looks pretty cheery for someone who just got ripped from their home and whose abilities aren't working like they should. She waves at the camera.]

Hello. I saw some of the rest of you doing a broadcast like this and thought it looked like fun. Besides, there's no way I have the time to wander around trying to run into everyone and make friends that way. Especially not with Bearmon getting us lost every time he tries.

[She doesn't seem too concerned and continues.]

For those I haven't met yet, I'm Yang.

I'm 17, I like parties, my favorite color is orange, I like listening to The Achieve Men, and I was attending Beacon Academy before I came here. My partner is currently operating the camera because he's too shy to talk to everyone. He's a Bearmon.

[She hesitates, frowning slightly as she starts to realize something] He...honestly hasn't told me much about himself. I don't even have a name for him yet...

[A soft voice speaks up then. It sounds closer to the camera, so one can assume it might be the Bearmon the bubbly blonde mentioned.]

Honey.

[Yang blinks in surprise, her legs ceasing their movement as she peers past the camera.]

Huh?

[Bearmon replies in an even softer voice than before and he speaks fast. He sounds so nervous and like he REALLY doesn't want to be talking right now.]

M-my name...Honey. You kept calling me that. I-I thoughtitwasmyname...

[Yang looks very stunned. Apparently she hadn't expected Bearmon to say anything, let alone decide on a name. She collects herself very quickly though and breaks out into a grin, hopping off the bridge's rail and lunging at the camera. The D-Terminal clatters to the ground and you can now get a skewed view of Yang hugging Bearmon tightly, giving him a noogie on his cap.]

Oh that's so cute! Your name can totally be Honey! I love it and I'm so proud you finally talked to someone other than me!

[Bearmon is talking softly again, you can see his mouth move, but it's so soft the camera doesn't pick it up. Yang laughs and sets the bear down.]

Right, right. We should finish this up.

[Yang plucks the D-Terminal back up and offers it to Bearmon again. Her partner takes it silently and Yang brushes out her hair as she turns back to the camera. Bearmon, or Honey, has steadied the camera once again.]

As I was saying, Honey and I are apparently staying in F3 006. I'd like to thank everyone again who helped us out around town. You'll be seeing a lot of us, I promise. And for those I haven't met yet...I look forward to it.

[Yang winks at the broadcast.]

Okay, Honey, I think we're done for now. You can stop the feed.

[He does.]

[Kovu's looking maybe a tiny bit exasperated, or at least annoyed and slightly confused, as the feed comes on. His partners don't seem to be around, but if you're listening closely there are some thumps in the background that might be pillows smacking into things.]

...Okay, what is this "Christmas" thing everyone keeps talking about? And what's "snow"? I tried asking Beastboy but he won't tell me anything.