[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~

Are you sure you should be doing this Blackarachnia? Wouldn't it be nicer to introduce yourself before just showing up and walking in?

[The video feed shows the hallway to the newbie apartments and at the moment, a certain she-spider's partner digimon giving her partner a look that clearly said 'This is a bad idea'. Which, Blackarachnia is pointedly ignoring.]

What fun would that be.

[The image quickly turns to a door to apartment 007.]

This is floor three right?

Yep.

[The door opens and she glances around before making herself at home on a couch. Now it was just waiting for the roommates to appear so she can see who she's dealing with. Hopefully they won't make her wish she had her gun still.]

[HOORAY, EVERYONE CAN SEE AGAIN.]

[Which means the video image of this loser can be seen loud and clear, so to speak. He's not up on top of the phone booth anymore, which is probably good. But now he seems to have found a bench or something to huddle up on instead. He seems to be chewing over his words, uncertain how to ask these questions...]

Everyone who arrives here... do they really have a place to stay? Just given to them?

[Because being outside on the street during the blackout? Not fun.]

[When he fails to ask anything else, his creepy little Keramon peeks around the side of his shoulder. Apparently, Kagerou has graduated from ignoring it to letting it sit by him. It ducks its head, apologetically.]

Would someone mind helping him find his place, please? We tried earlier but the blackout happened...

[If it had anything else to say, Kagerou cuts it off by ending the video. Good job, buddy.]

[Oh, right. Now that the sun is back on, Arcee has some serious business to get down to. Namely in the form of a warning.

She opens the feed, looking especially thrilled. The black out did a lot of things, but it also introduced someone she thought she'd never have to deal with again.]

I'm only gonna say this once. Don't talk to Airachnid.

[That's it, that's what she leaves it at. Just...don't. Don't do it. Why would you even want to do it. And whatever you do, don't fight her.

She's hers.]

Tentomon...

I am recording, Koushirou, though maybe you rest?

[The screen turns on just in time to catch the sun actually rising. The darkness brought on by Lotusmon seems to have disappeared, revealing the city in shambles. Buildings are falling apart or completely destroyed. Many who were caught in the wake of rampaging Digimon lie injured or dying. The city is in shambles, and the thing that the D-Terminal is focusing on is the Dark Field that appeared at the beginning of Lotusmon's "attack".

Standing before it is Koushirou Izumi, looking worse off than he did before. He's swaying on his feet while he holds his head down, his gaze focused on the device in his hands. Buttons are being pressed rapidly, and with that look of exhaustive determination, it's obvious he didn't hear Tentomon's worried reply.

Finally, Koushirou stops moving, his fingers freezing in place, hovering over the buttons of the device. For a moment, nothing happens, but soon the Dark Field wavers, warps, like a reflection distorted by gently moving water. It begins to flicker, and suddenly, it's gone. The Dark Field no longer appears in the recording of the D-Terminal.]

Koushirou! You did it!

[A small, tired smile plays on Koushirou's lips before the device falls from him hands to clatter on the ground. He sways once more before collapsing, falling first to his knees then onto his side.

Tentomon calls out, turning the comm device off, but not before it catches a quick view of the Chosen who had fallen or purposefully gone into the Dark Field.]

To anyone who can hear this, this is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots.

Many of you are most likely afraid or without direction right now. My fellow Autobots would like to help, if we can.

We intend to establish a meet-up-point in the mountain areas to the south of the city. From there, we can go forward and find a way to challenge the enemies in the city itself. Those of you who would like to join in this effort, or would like to find a secure space to stay, please come to these coordinates.

Thank you, and stay safe.

Attached: Coordinates for the meeting place

[Some people might find it mildly frightening to arrive in a strange, pitch black world. Airachnid doesn't. There's a lot one can do in the darkness, a lot that one can get away with. Being turned organic is a huge annoyance, but one she knows she's going to have to live with. Might as well make a use of it, right? Still, it's odd being the same species as Jack.

Best make a good first impression, hmm? Airachnid smiles her best smile, her purple eyes glowing ominously in the dark, as she turns on her device. Time to greet this new and promising world. She'll go out and explore it later.

One might notice that there's a strange absence of any digimon.]

I confess, this is not a situation I ever could have imagined myself in. It's not what I'm used to, but it'll be an interesting challenge nontheless. For those interested, my name's Airachnid. For those who aren't, well, you know now anyway.

It's awfully dark here, is it not? I hope it's like this all the time.

[It almost seemed like Bulkhead would be getting away without any memories leaked. Which he was thankful for, after seeing some of the other memories that were leaked. So when the feed clicks on, Bulkhead can be seen going about his business in the ice cream shop. Not noticing it's on.

The feed soon switches to the familiar static, turning to what looks like a dimly lit, dusty cave of some sort with debris. The only source of light seems to be coming from the camera view. There's also a 15 year old human girl, and possibly another bot.

When it ends, the feed cuts back to Bulkhead in time to show his wide eyed, slightly anguished face. That wasn't a pleasant memory to be brought up for him.]

I didn't need that reminder.

[Is muttered painfully just before it cuts.]

((OOC: YouTube sucks so you get this site, but you can watch the whole torturous episode if you want. Relevant parts start at around 9:00 and keep going until 18:41. Of course only relevant parts feature Bulkhead, Miko, and eventually Starscream and Jack(briefly)))

Is this something that happens often around here? One of those...oddities of the city?

Glitches.

Watch your mouth, Bearmon. Is there any way to protect yourself from them?

If we knew, would we need Chosen?

No wonder this place needs our help. But at least it doesn't seem to hurt anyone. Physically. [He feels the need to clarify.] This is just something to weather through, isn't it? I'm not the biggest fan of--

[Sorry, Ratchet, what was that? The video's going to click on and, guess what--oh, you already know.]

( cut for length )

[Bearmon's face is worrying at the screen. There's a lot going on that he doesn't understand, so it's more confusion than anything else. He glances up at Ratchet, off screen.]

Didn't need that reminder. Like I said, I am not the biggest fan of the grin and bear it method. Turn that thing off already, Bearmon.

[It's some time in the morning. Or rather, something close to that effect. Wheeljack's up and about, getting himself ready for the day. Doing all the menial tasks that are expected to take care of a human body. The feed clicks on, showing the Wrecker putting on his jacket as he looks up, taking notice of the accidental video. He's about to snatch it, to turn it off. That is...until an audio clip plays.]


[He falls to his knees, right in the middle of the apartment living room, staring blankly into the feed. Like a deer in the headlights. If there was one thing he didnt' want to relive...one thing he could have gone without...]