Gooood morning!~

[It sure is bright and early, and Mabel's feeling pretty chipper, all things considered. The blackout lasted a lot longer than she expected, but thanks to sticking with Leatherhead and the others she was able to make it through the ordeal without any problem at all, really. If the angle of the video seems weird it's because it is- since she's holding the Terminal right side up while she's upside down, talking into it.]

Now that the lights are back on, why don't we do something fun? All of you guys seem so busy being fuddy duddies and worried about when the next Digimon's gonna attack, or when this or that's gonna happen....

[With a snicker she rights herself before continuing.]

So ya'know what you guys need?

A SLEEPOVER!!

[THAT'S RIGHT. Or did she mean makeover. Well, the two went hand in hand as far as Mabel was concerned.]

This weekend Aoshima and I are gonna go aall over town and have sleepovers at people's apartments. It's a sleepover if I know you already, and sort of a "Welcome to town, Mabel!" party if I don't! And you guys can always come over to our apartment too, if you want. And remember....if you fall asleep, you're fair game!

[She of course isn't going to be sleeping for a while come the weekend, that much she's sure of.]

It's really not that hard to work, this'll just record yourself and everyone else here can talk to you.

[A Tentomon appears, waving towards someone off-screen.]

And talking to people is definitely better than freaking out and biting yourself.

[After a few moments of shuffling, a teenaged boy appears on screen, looking more than a little annoyed. He rubs at his eyes, frustrated.]

I already told you, none of what you're saying makes sense. You're shit at explaining things.

That doesn't mean you can just hurt yourself!

[The boy ignores the Tentomon, shuffling closer to the D-Terminal. Way too close, actually, because now all you can see is his eye and nose.]

How does this thing even work? It doesn't even make sense.

It might make sense if you weren't pressing your face against it.

[Once again, Tentomon gets ignored. Well, mostly.]

But you're saying that Mikasa and Armin can here me? And...and even the Corporal? If they're here at this...whatever place? Digital world?

That's right. I'm sure anyone watching this can tell us where they are, we just need to ask! Though...I guess this counts as asking, doesn't it?

Right. So, Mikasa, Armin, if you're here, I'm safe. Or...anyone else who knows them, you could tell them that too? I don't know.

[He leans back, finally, looking at the Tentomon helplessly. After a few tense moments of staring, Eren motions at the D-Terminal and Tentomon scrambles forward to end the feed.]

[At first, there would be nothing but a thin veil of static on the screen accompanied by the sounds of someone muttering and pressing buttons; though eventually a very tired, confused face would appear as it gave the screen an appraising once over before the man decided to actually try speaking]

Uhh...hey, is this thing on? Helloooooo? Anyone out there that can hear me?

Umm...Mister?

One sec Raine...just tryin to figure this thing out real quick.

[The man gave the screen a few taps with his finger as if he were inspecting a microphone, even going so far as to clear his throat as one might do before making an important speech before smiling kindheartedly and beginning to speak in earnest]

If I might have your attention for a few minutes, I'd like to send a message out. My name is Laguna Loire and my vice assistant Raine here has informed me that I can talk to other people in this..."Terminal" through this doodlevice here!

Uh...its...called a Digivice sir...

Right, Digivice...Anywho, I'd like to say I have everything under control here but...I might need just a tiny bit of help navigating this place, honestly I don't have a clue! So...any assistance would be appreciated!

[With that, Laguna leaned forward and began to whisper into the Digivice as if he were delivering a secret message to someone]

Also...Kiros? Ward? If you're there, I need backup! I repeat, backup is definitely needed!

[A video suddenly blips into life on the feed, and for a moment or two the only thing that can be seen is a weird, blurry grey mass. A muffled scratching can be heard over the microphone, like something being brushed across it before an even more muffled voice can be heard.]

You're holding it too close!

[The screen moves up sharply and gives everyone a nice, dizzying view of the sky (upside down, by the way) before righting itself, revealing a little girl sitting on a bench with a Digimon in her lap. He huffs and looks up at her, dropping his front legs over the one arm she has wrapped around him.]

I can hold it, I got it this time!

[The girl just shakes her head a little and adjusts her grip on the D-Terminal in her hand before flashing the screen a bright, braces filled grin. She seems to be wearing a bright pink sweater and looks perfectly comfortable in said sweater no matter what the temperature might currently be, with a pink headband, purple skirt, and black shoes to match.]

Dipper! Dipper are you out there? LOOK at what I've got!

[She squeezes Tapirmon a little, who lets out a faint squeak at her added affection. He was hoping his partner would be nice, but he NEVER expected she'd be this enthusiastic about the whole situation. Then again, was she really listening to what he said...?
In a world filled with talking animals, it's a wonder Mabel doesn't think this isn't just all a dream.]

He says his name's Tapirmon, but I was thinking I could give him a nickname, like...Aoshima~ Doesn't that sound adorable?

[Mabel looks down at Tapirmon who flicks his ears in response with a giggle.]

I 'unno, sounds pretty cool to me! Does that mean I get to give you a nickname too, Mabel?

[She ponders that for a moment, swinging her legs over the edge of the bench.]

We'll see! I gotta think of something first. I don't think ANYTHING'S gonna beat out Aoshima though.

[Okay, he is really feeling weirded out right now and he wishes he could explain all this away, but for now it looked like he had to play along with what was going on. And what was going on was really super weird.

Right, do a call out for his brothers, find out if he is alone in this, maybe find out who is behind it? Did the Kraang find a way to stick him in a video game?]

Um... Hello? Leo, Raph, Donnie? Anyone around? It's Mikey.

Something really weird is going on. If this is a joke it isn't funny.

It's not a joke, didn't you pay any attention at all. You are a Chosen Child, you are my partner and here to help save both the digital world and the real world. Really, I thought my Chosen Child was a bit brighter than this.

Hey! I listened! I just... didn't think it was real. I still don't think it's real.

I heard that.

So? What do I care if you hear me... you... you...

What is your name?

I am Salamon, but since I'm not the only Salamon if you want you can give me a name to go by.

I get to name you?

Yes...?

I have to think on this, it needs to be a good name.

[Fuko was out of the apartment today, with a big bag full of wooden stars. She finally had enough to start giving out, and that's what she's been doing to every person and Digimon that's crossed her path.]

Please have this! [She would plead before returning to her bag and running to the next victim. It's been going on for a long while now, and Penguinmon was getting really bored.]

I don't think you've brought enough. [Sarcasm. You're soaking in it. Fuko didn't seem to notice. Shame.]

( The Older And Younger Sister's Founder's Festival )

[And with that, the memory ended. Penguinmon was on the feed again, having just seen what Fuko had been hiding. Fuko stood still, her eyes staring straight ahead, a starfish in her grip.]

Fuko...

[She didn't turn or even say anything for the longest time. Finally-] I guess I didn't bring enough today.


[[ooc: Sorry about the double videos, they did not make this scene good for linking. In case it didn't go to the correct time stamps, they are 7:37-9:10 for the first video and 1:58-4:20 for the second.]]

[And on the communicator was the crying child from a little while ago, except now that he seems a lot more cheerful.]

Hey everyone! My name is Mike Wazowski; future scarer. You probably know me as that crying monster from a little while ago. Well don't get used to it; I don't cry easily. I'm sure a lot of other monster would be twice as upset as I was if they turned into a human child!

So are ya just gonna introduce me or talk to yourself?

[Mike shoots a quick glare before returning to the camera]

And this is my new friend Biff! I think he's supposed to be my bodyguard or something, which is super cool. And I'm already coaching him on good scare tactics so watch out everyone!

[Okay. So since Fuko won't put herself onto the network willingly, it's up to Penguinmon to get the job done and make the others aware of what Fuko's been up to. Consent for the recording is dubious, Fuko doesn't even seem to notice the camera's running. Instead she's busying herself with another starfish carving, slowly but surely adding to her small mountain. A few times she winces, her bandaged hand clearly seen. She's been using a bad blade for some time now.]

Your hand hurts.

It doesn't hurt. [Obviously lying, but she keeps at it. Without Tomoya harping on her, Fuko's fallen back into bad habits.]

You should take a day off.

I can't do that, I still don't have enough.

How do you not have enough? Our bedroom is crawling with them.

I have to make a lot more of them.

Just how many do you need?

One for everybody.

You're joking...right? [Twitch. Twitch.]

Why would I be joking? [Fuko is always serious.]

And what are you going to do once you've carved enough?

I'm gonna pass them out.

So you won't willingly talk to people...yet you're gonna give them each a carving? [And the no answer from Fuko sends Penguinmon past her breaking point. Vigorously rubbing at her temples, she quickly turns to the camera.] Do you people see what I'm forced to deal with here? Can someone else babysit her for an afternoon or a week? I need a break.

You talk a lot like Okazaki. [STILL CARVING]

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.]