[the screen comes on, and it reveals a rather mature-looking man. He seems to be confused for several moments, before finally realizing something, and he begins to speak]

Ah... hello. Forgive me, I am unaccustomed to such technology.

My name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. It appears that I have been transformed into a humanoid lifeform upon my being brought here, but my natural form is that of an autonomous robotic lifeform from the planet Cybertron.

I have been briefed upon the situation in this world. As I have no way of returning home, I would like to offer my assistance in bringing this world to safety and stability.

... In addition, upon review of this database, I have discovered that a number of my allies and subordinates have been transported to this world as well. If any of you are listening, please respond, so that we may reconnoiter.

Ahem! Aren't you forgetting someone?

Hm? Ah, yes...

[the camera moves to focus on a Monodramon, whose looking rather put upon]

This is my assigned partner-

Monodramon. But you guys can call me Mono. [he smirks] Especially the ladies...

... Hm.

[Optimus moves to focus the view back on him]

That is all I have to report. Optimus and Monodramon, out.

 [Elecmon comes on screen, holding the D-T in his paws. He looks, trembles, and puts the viewer aside, showing the floor]

Yu...

It's okay, they won't bite you.

Ne... okay...

[He comes back, ears down.]

Uhm, Yu was asking... my attacks and I.... don't- Would? Ah...

Wouldsomeonliketosparwithme? I don't know much about my attacks or powers...

Autobots - you will begin a mandatory training routine starting tomorrow at 0600 hours. We will be gone for approximately three hours or more. Plan accordingly, and bring fluids to keep hydrated.

[The message comes with a handy reference document he found in the Library. Looks like someone's been doing their research on human health.]

[And yes. He's starting this on a Monday.]

Any Chosen who wish to accompany them are welcome to do so, but I expect you to be timely.

[A pair of coordinates are attached to his message, leading to the hilly area just outside Terminal. Don't worry, they'll get to the staggeringly painful mountains after some practice.]

[Hey, that film noir thing going on this week is pretty trippy, huh? Too bad it didn't hit everyone as hard as it could have because when Arcee turns on the feed, her expression is stuck in what can only be described as internal screaming. Sure, there's no color, and there's probably some snazzy music, but everything else about her is very out of place.]

Uh...

[Yeah, that's how she chooses to start this video.]

Did the city get downgraded while I wasn't looking?

[Suddenly a saxophone explodes as the angry voice of Sprocket can be heard from the background.]

ARCEE, YOU'RE RUINING IT!

[A detective hat flies by and she just barely manages to tilt out of the way before it hits her.]

This was gonna be so cool--

I have no idea what's going on.

[HELP]

[So, going from celebrating his team's victory over the Decepticons to suddenly being a human? Just a little bit weird. He'd listened to everything that had been explained to him in kind of a weird daze, for the first half of it all thinking that he was just dreaming or something.

But then he'd met his partner and realized that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a dream after all.

After the initial shock wore off, Smokescreen had scooped his companion up, much to her dismay, nd started to wander, only turning his D-terminal on when Hawkmon managed to smack him upside the head with her wing.

So say hello to a smiling, blue eyed young man with a bird sitting on his shoulder, said bird rubbing her forehead as she mumbles something to herself.]

Alright, so. The Digital World. Not sure how the slag I got here and I'm still not sure if this place is actually real or not--

For the last time, Smokescreen, this place is real!

Right, okay, so it's real.

[He shrugs, almost knocking Hawkmon off his shoulder but he catches her, flashing the glaring bird an apologetic look.]

My name's Smokescreen, like the bird--

Hawkmon.

Right Hawkmon--said, and I'm a member of Team Prime, if..that means anything to anyone here. That little..hyper thing that was explaining things to me said that the worlds have combined and stuff...so, what do we need to do to fix it exactly?

Oh, you are hopeless.

 [There's a gray haired young man on the screen! Yay for more newbies. He is sitting down outside the apartment building, an Elecmon curled in his lap. The rabbit-frog-bird thing is making  a dull buzzing noise like powerlines, his fan-tail sparkling. Almost like he's purring. Yu bows slightly at the camera]

It's nice to meet you all, thank you for having me. My name is Yu Narukami. Please take care of me while I adjust to all of this.

[HOW ARE YOU SO CALM YU. Well taking the time to read the letter and chat with his new partner has answered a lot of his questions- and if any of his friends are here they will see this, so no need to bellow about it. No reason to be rude, right? He sits back up, and as if feeling the shift Elecmon rolls over onto his back, showing his white belly, which Yu starts petting]

My new friend here said his name is Elecmon, but after looking around I think this might be a species name. I asked if he was alright with a nickname and he doesn't seem to really care either way. Is that a common thing here? I don't want to give him a name and make him uncomfortable with his own kind.

[Elecmon peeks an eye open, seeming to finally notice he's on camera. He rolls over, ears drooping as he slinks away.]

Ah, don't be shy...

[ Squall is staring at this crest and tag with an annoyed look on his face. He was recently granted the crest of sincerity. He's been staring at it for a long while now, but he only just turned on his D-Terminal feed a few seconds ago. He glances over to the video now. ]

What am I suppose to do with this when my Digimon can't even digivolve?

[As out of place as he was in a human body and on a vaguely Earth-like planet, Magnus understood what a mission was and how to complete it.]

[Upon becoming familiar with what they had to do, it didn't take long for him to send out a broadcast. The message was calm, official, and straight to the point. Well - save for the soft yawning in the background. Don't pay attention to those. That's his clam partner Syakomon sitting in his arm. He's going to be taking a nap soon.]

This is Commander Ultra Magnus of the Autobots stationed on Earth. It has come to my attention that the human bodies that we've been translated into function in this Digital World as they do in the real one.

Any information with regards to how to perform it's routine maintenance, refueling, and recharging will be much appreciated.

[Having two hands again is fantastic and all, but he's already starting to get weird abdominal pains and he doesn't know why or what to do or WHAT EVEN.]

Any other Autobots who have also been brought to this station should report in immediately.

pfttppfpttpftfttfftpftt...

[Magnus quirks an eyebrow and looks down as Syakomon starts making little airplane engine noises. After a puzzled pause, he cuts the feed.]

Greetings, Citizens of Terminal Tokyo! This is your local Trailmon Job Agency doing its monthly rounds! We've a lot of jobs to fill and more people than normal. Hope none o' you youngins were out here for a vacation! Man-- I remember the good old days of running free, yes ma'am. Now my gears are all rustin' and it's a hard to get on chuggin'-- but never you mind all that!

Since there's a lot of new folk around here I best get'ta explaining, yeah? Beginning of the month or so we post a bunch of jobs. We Trailmon spend a while setting 'em all up nice and organized for you lot.

All ya gotta do is sign up to do it. Remember there's limited spaces for each, so don't be riding the slow'mon about it!

[[OOC MECHANICS: This is how it will work (we'll be doing it similar to gargleblasted). Each number needed will be listed and it's first come first serve. Each character is allowed ONE (1) job, so please don't go signing up for more than that.

To get the job all you have to do is respond! SIGN UPS CAN BE FOUND HERE! Please respond with the CHARACTER JOURNAL of the character you wish to sign up with!

This is where all interactions will be taking place. There is a section for each job, and you will be allowed to set up further things as you like in terms of dates and times and who you will talk to.]]

 [After that storm on the castle, to say You had gotten a workout was a severe understatement. She was by no means weak, but even a Champion digimon's going to have some trouble when going against Ultimates. It was just how things worked. Not that Wheeljack really paid attention to the specifics of this world. He just translated it into 'something going against something stronger'. She'd get a little bruised up, but she'd make it. He had no worries about that.

Of course, said bruises would have to be taken care of. And without a medic, he was left to do his basic first aid on the little princess.

The feed opens up to show Gazimon, her ear pulled up by what looks to be Wheeljack's hand, as he inspects around it for any injuries. She was riddled with little scars--stuff that would heal over time, and maybe some gauze around a claw.

She seems to at least be cooperating, though...]

It's fine, you know. Doesn't even hurt!

Doesn't mean there ain't somethin' wrong. Learned that one the hard way, goin' up against Soundwave.

Soundwave?

Scrap of a 'Con back home. Had a weapon that shorted out my audio and optical sensors.

And you know how to check for it?

I'm hopin' I do.

[That was comforting. She flops her head back onto her arms, letting Wheeljack do his work. She WAS achey--and maybe her partner was right. But when seeing the feed is on, she gently takes the D-terminal, punching a few buttons idly.]

Hey, Digimon. How are you guys holding up?

Get off that thing.

[Maybe she's taking a page out of Wheeljack's book, because she's blissfully ignoring that order.]