[An audio record flicks on someplace - sound of outdoor moving, some shuffling. A boyish voice is clearly-heard enough to be made out as calling "Clementine? ...Clementine, c'mon! We're going this way!"

A bit of a pause, and then another very young voice comes on - much more directly in front of the speaker, small, and a girl's.]

...Hello?

[Another couple seconds of quiet, and then - ] ...How do you get to the apartments, from the Terminal Building?

My Digimon is showing me around, but neither of us has ever been to the apartments before...

Thanks!

[A bit more shuffling as the Terminal's carrier evidently finds out how to bring an initial transmission to a close.]

Now that cleaning efforts are wrapping up, I have a proposition for you, Terminal Tokyo. I'd like you to listen, and I'd like you listen carefully. Ever since I've gotten here only a week ago, I have heard over and over how inevitable it is for us to be attacked again. I've heard it said that organization on the scale of emergency prevention is impossible because of how often everyone comes and goes here.

My name's Shannon Vaughn and I think that's all a load of bullshit, frankly. What I'd like from every one of you is to reply to this if you have any passing interest in helping during the event of an attack or natural disaster. Even if you don't think you have any marketable skills, say something here. That's what training is for, and if we want to stop picking up pieces instead of stopping the problem at its source, we'll have to do it.

What I need now is for everyone interested in combat, communications, medical aid and support, and then anyone interested in working to lead and organize those groups during a crisis. In addition to that, let me know if you would like training in any other areas and we'll organize what we can to get you the skills you need to help out. Information on the chain of command will be readily available once we actually have one established.

This is a big effort, but I'll be damned if I'm going to sit back and take the hits. Give me what you've got and I'll do my best to make sure we're prepared for anything else trying to take us down.

[ Later, added in as text: ]

( Better descriptions of what the roles entail inside. )

[ ooc Comment here to talk over specifics with Shannon or sign up IC! Comment here to sign up, OOC, and have your character involved should they have nothing to say here but want to contribute anyway. This is mostly a flavor thing in the long run, but is an attempt to bring community to characters and possibly start warding off invaders IC depending on the responses. ]

[This video broadcast is brought to you by Shaky Cam™ because, really, whoever's handling the D-Terminal could really stand to buy a tripod. The image starts off with a lopsided view of the floor, then some sheets dangling over the edge of a bed before finally showing a teenage boy from behind, back bent and arms crossed. You'd swear he's prematurely grey with his silver hair.

The camera lingers on him for a few seconds, with some quiet mumbles from the camera 'mon in question before the boy looks over his shoulder and rolls his eyes.]

Man, why do I even need to use this thing? Not like I've got anyone to talk to.

But you could! Um... if you want to, anyway. Wouldn't it be nice to make more friends?

[He shrugs, shifting to face the screen.]

But over some silly computer? If I really wanted to go out and meet people, I'd do it myself.

But what about all those questions you had, Rik--

[The Replica grimaces, pulling his eyes away from the Digimon. For a brief moment, the camera turns to reveal the face of a Kotemon and, while her mask hides her face in shadow, there's a sorry look in her eyes. When she speaks again, it's at a low whisper.]

Pst. I think there's something wrong with my partner because he's really grumpy and he's been saying all kinds of stuff about being fake and his name not really being his name. What's up with that? I know there's bunches of other Kotemon, and we all have the same name and face. Are people not supposed to be like that? I guess that makes sense, since most humans aren't Rikus. That'd be really strange!

[The Replica groans.] Okay, fine, you win. No need to start gossiping about me; I'll talk.

Wow! I didn't think that'd work! [But soon the D-Terminal's passed to its rightful owner, and the image finally stabilizes. Cue a close-up of one exasperated teen.]

You know, I must've missed the memo because last I checked, the dead don't come back that easily. Is that normal here? And this whole "Chosen Children" thing... have they ever gotten mixed up before?

[There, he asked some questions. Now it's just a matter of seeing if it was worth it.]

ATTENTION DIGITAL WORLD! The newest Chosen has arrived from her humble home to help save the day and protect the planet and it's residents from any wrongdoers who would threaten it's peace and prosperity! And her name is...RAINBOW DASH!

...How was that?

Eh, could've done better on the last part, but not too bad.

(The D-Terminal focuses on a blue-skinned girl who has rainbow-like hair, a blue top to match and what looks like a lightning bolt on her shirt! Not to mention...she's got wings, and she's hovering above the ground. The flying could be a way for her to ignore the whole 'suddenly human' appearance since it is confusing for her nonetheless.

The fingers, too.)

'Sup, everypony? You heard my partner; the name's Rainbow Dash, and I'm one of the newest girls from Equestria brought here to help out! My partner's name is Falcomon, but I'm sure I can come up with a WAY cooler name than that!

(...For those of you who are watching, you're not imagining it; Rainbow is flying backward on the screen for a few moments before righting herself.)

What about Speedy? You've got wings like me, and I'm pretty sure you can keep up with my awesomeness!

Hmm...that seems okay, but what about that other one you mentioned before-?

Huh? Oh, Tank! (A beat, then she shakes her head.) Nah, that name's already taken; Tank's my pet turtle from back home!

Oh, yeah: anypony live in...F2 001? That's where we'll be staying while we're here, so hope you don't mind having an awesome Pegasus for a roommate!

...Turtle?

(The feed cuts on the newly named Speedy's confused face.)