[Broadcasting from the outskirts of the city, Magnus starts up a comm as soon as he wakes up, noticing the destructive aftermath of Titamon's visit even from where he stood.]

[The sight incites a very human reaction he wasn't quite used to - it felt like his heart was sinking to his stomach. He hadn't been there to support the others. What must they be thinking?]

[Steadfast and stern was the voice that came through, betraying none of the emotion he felt internally.]

This is Ultra Magnus reporting in. I will be needing a status report on all Autobots and the events that occurred within the past few days. I appear to have been caught in a data stream.

[A little fatigue enters his voice.]

And.. I apologize for being absent when I was needed.

( [VIDEO] )

~ ~

[True to the newcomer's word, eventually Kagerou's voice comes over the network, hesitant and quiet as always.]

[AUDIO]
... I'm sorry. For how I acted. Toward a lot of you.

I don't know how to make it right, but... tell me. I'll try.

 [The battle was over, wasn't it? They'd drove Titamon out of the city, leaving...well, a lackluster image of what it used to be.  Some could say it was an improvement, but...okay, no one is going to say that.

The feed opens up from the point of view of Wheeljack's shoulder--Either the Lopmon or You is holding the D-Terminal. There's a few moments as they look at the damage, his eyebrows perking up. It's as if despite everything, he's impressed by it.]


So.

Who's in charge of cleanup?

[Wow, Kagerou never looked so grim before. He's squinting at the camera like it's somehow offended him. He's also indoors. Inside an apartment. Where he has never gone in all the months he's been in the city.]

You all lied to me.

[... yeah that's a little harsher than he usually sounds. His lip actually curls.]

There's no one here. It's all mine.

Why were you all trying to tell me otherwise?

[Okay, while it's true he doesn't currently have a roommate, what the hell Kagerou. You're not usually this demanding.]

Is it because I'm not like any of you? Is that why you were trying to scare me off? Were you all lying to me about everything?

[REALLY not this demanding. Ever. Whoops.]

 [You take your eyes off the feed for a day...and everyone's at each other's throats. Is that really all it takes to set people off here?  Wheeljack doesn't know, nor does he care.

And after seeing not only people literally attacking each other, he's also seeing people threatening to attack people who are attacking. 

So why not join in fix this.]

'kay. What's it gonna take to smack some sense into you idiots? Cause if I have to knock a few dents in your head, I'll do it.

I mean it. 

[You peeks in from the corner, pulling her ears down like pigtails]

He means it.

And some of ya--[Donatello]--already kinda deserve it.

( Locked to Ultra Magnus )

( Locked to Arcee and Bulkhead )

[The Terminal's position is a little awkward, centering on Leatherhead's face. Huh, it's like he wants to keep something hidden or something. But that couldn't be it.

But from the lighting it's obvious he's in his apartment.

And telling from his face, the tired and puffy look, it's fairly obvious that's he's been through a lot lately.]

why you gotta shove that thing in your face like that?!

[IGNORING DUKE. Yeah, it's that serious.]

I wish to discuss a problem...it is Donatello. He is a human with brown hair, tall, and has a missing tooth.

When I talked with him, he...he has changed. Something has happened to him...I am not sure if it is only me who has seen this. That is why I ask if anyone has seen this change.

[Okay at least he's near the apartments, now. More specifically, the roof. In the middle of the snowstorm.]

[And he's looking at it like it's some kind of dumb robot child messiah or something completely bizarre and incredible.]

[... It probably is, if you're Kagerou.]

What is this...? It's so white --

[Surprisingly, he just looks fascinated by the entire affair. Not afraid in the slightest. But that doesn't change the fact he's standing out there with no coat or shoes or anything smart like that.]

[He's just. Holding out his hands. Letting the snow gather.]

-- Is this rain?

[You moron.]

 [It's that time again! Wheeljack's here to clear up any and all confusion you people might have about this place. And maybe some tips for those who might be slightly not-human. Don't worry, though! His advice is accurate.

For the most part.

The feed opens up to show him on the couch of his apartment, pretty much just lounging out.]

So, we got an influx of newbies during that blackout, huh.  Guess that means it'll be question time again unless someone clears up a few things. And you know me, I like to please people.

[Or annoy the crap out of them. Either way.]

Place is called the Digital World. And no, ya can't leave. Seriously, don't even try. 

[There's a little pink ball of fluff curled on his stomach, poking a head up.]

Wow, you're getting right down to it, aren't you.

[With a little smirk, he pushes her head back down, back to sleep or whatever she was doing. Those eyes, however, go back to the ceiling in thought.]

Oh yeah, you're not human here. Yeah, I know. It's fraggin' impossible to do anything. But as long as ya follow the three rules, you'll make it. One. Clothes are your armor. It's pretty bad at bein' armor, but it's all ya got, so get used to it. Two, ya gotta refuel all day every day. Don't worry, their food's pretty good, and they got alcohol--pretty much defined as drink of choice. And three, breathin'. Probably should have covered breathin' first...but you've got to do it. It comes pretty naturally though, so I wouldn't worry unless you're turnin' blue in the face and too stupid to take a cue. [Misfire.]

Oh, and stop livin' on phone booths. You know who you are.

[He takes this moment to look at the crest he attached to his dog tags, inspecting it.]

You're probably going to get maimed here. Hate to say it, but pretty low chance of it -not- happenin. Things attack the city, so until we got some kind of boy scout troops or build a wall, you're gonna have to defend yourself with your little annoyance that follows you around.

I heard that!

Good. [Back to the camera] But, treat your weapon [he gestures to the Gazimon on his stomach] well, get better weapon. Good advice.

[He takes another look at the crest before looking down at You again.]

By the way, we're movin' out.

[And just like that, her head perks up.]

We are??