[001 - Video/Action for Room F1 004]

[genreawareness]

Excuse me.

[It's Kyouko on the D-Terminal this time, and she's sitting on the foot of her bed in her apartment. Labramon is curled up snoozing next to her, nose pressed against against her hip. Kyouko seems to be ignoring her for now]

We've been here a few days now, but I still feel like there's much to learn about this world and its inhabitants, regardless of what Labramon and Izumi-kun have told me. In an effort to gather as much information as possible, I have a request, for all of you.

Could you tell me what your digimon partner's name is? And to all of those partners, could you tell me a little bit about yourselves? What is your species like? Where did you live before coming to the city? Do. . . you require some sort of special diet?

[a beat]

I'd like to learn as much as I can about you, so I'd appreciate swift, accurate responses.

Comments

[video]

[headup_stickontheice]

Some of us are younger than others, of course! You probably figured that out, though. We didn't just all hatch at the same time.

[video]

[genreawareness]

Of course you didn't. I never imagined that you had.

[video]

[headup_stickontheice]

I've been waiting for FIVE HUNDRED YEARS!

[Cam pokes his face into view.

Would you stop with that? She's not going to believe you.

Awww.

[video]

[genreawareness]

Five hundred years does seem like an exaggeration, yes.

How long is the normal digmon's life span?

[video]

[headup_stickontheice]

Well... I mean, we can live a long long time. We don't really...die of age. When I heard you humans did that, I got real confused. And even when we die, we turn back into eggs.

[video]

[genreawareness]

I heard about. . . turning back into eggs. And I suppose, for creatures made out of data, it would be difficult to die of old age.

[video]

[headup_stickontheice]

You humans should get on it! It's weird that you can die so easily-- oh, uh, I mean, sorry...Campbell...

[off-screen, dry:] I'm not even paying attention. Talk like I'm not here.

[video]

[genreawareness]

Our bodies aren't made of data, they're made out of biological material. All biological material has to die at some point.

[video]

[headup_stickontheice]

I guess. It'd be a lot better if you couldn't though. Just go back to eggs when you die! ...What is it, Campbell?

Humans don't...come from eggs.

...What do they come from?

[Pause. Blank. Think Cam, think, thi--] Sex.

...Sex?

[THIS IS NOT WHAT HE INTENDED.]

[video]

[genreawareness]

[interjecting quickly]

If you wish to have this conversation, please do it somewhere more private.

[video]

[headup_stickontheice]

We don't wish to have it. I'm-- I'll just. No. I'll-- you-- can--

I'll just be...

[His voice gets softer and softer and the sound of a door opening and closing.]

...........He just left the apartment. ...This is the first time he's left by himself! Thanks!

[Everything has flown right over Lucemon's head. She seems content to not know.]

[video]

[genreawareness]

[. . . blinks. a little confused]

You're. . . welcome?

[video]

[headup_stickontheice]

[She grins at the camera and winks. What Lucemon knows and does not know are unknown.]

Weeeell, I hope I've helped with your research. Do ya have anymore questions?

[video]

[genreawareness]

You did, actually. Thank you for your assistance, but I think that's all the questions I have for now.

[video]

[for_granite]

Roger, roger! If you ever have any more questions, the Great and Magnificent Lucemon will be at your service~!