My fellow chosen, I have a pressing concern that must.  Has there always been a casino in this world?  In the middle of the desert?  It is a beautiful place I must admit, but it's beauty is not a normal one.  But more of an abstract of something that does not fit in.

Like an Oasis in the middle of a bone-laden desert.

Eleeeeeeec let's go back to the gambling and games!  It's fun!

[...Also someone has an issue.]

Also I might be in need of a gambler's hotline.  Little Flamemon has a problem, and even though I can do much, I can't stop this.  I fear for my money pouch.

RUDE!

[The feed clicks on to BlackWargreymon in mid-flight. Clouds pass by overhead rapidly as he travels, but he's not difficult to hear.]

I have located Fluttershy, and I will arrive in Hospitown with her shortly. Someone please be ready to meet us, she in need of medical aid I am unable to give her.

[With no further words, The feed clicks off. He doesn't have time to waste on speaking to a screen.]

[ooc: BWG will arrive with her just a couple hours after this post hits the network.]

[The D-Terminal is showing a new face today, and it doesn't look happy. This little Impmon has been lost for a while now.]

Okay, I think I got this thing working. So what's the deal here? One minute we saved the Digital World, the next minute it's all gone to heck and there's a new big bad Digimon destroying everything? What's the deal here? I can't find my friends! I can't even find my partners!

How long was I out for, anyway!?

[He inhales. Sighs. You're gonna be nice, Impmon. You're gonna be friendly and polite. Even though you're mad. You're gonna be nice.

When he talks again, his voice sounds significantly more calm, though still distinctly unhappy.]

Okay, sorry. Sometimes I lose my head. Uh, Guilmon, Renamon, Ai, Mako... heck, I'd even settle for seeing the cream-puff again at this point. If you're out there, let me know.

[His voice immediately takes a hard edge to it again.]

Not that I'm afraid or anything! I just don't want any of you tiny-brained numbskulls gettin' into trouble while I'm not around to watch your back!

[The message ends. Impmon will be exploring Hospitown trying to find a familiar face, but he won't object to meeting a new friend who's willing to help him out!

Well. He may object. But he probably won't actually mind.]