Guys, Arcee's gone.

Yeah, before you asked--checked her apartment. Unlocked and missin'. 

[You can almost sense the tension his voice is giving off here. There's footsteps heard, as if he's walking away from the door right this moment.]

Went to go talk to her like you guys said and...needless to say we've got an Autobot MIA. Not pickin' up either.

[Five guesses who feels responsible. Not that he's going to sit and mope anymore.]

What's the plan, cause we better have one. If we don't, we're doin' things my way.

[the camera shows -- the road. a lazy voice pipes] No... Roxas, that's the wrong way.

I don't need your help. [somewhat sullenly. Roxas turns the D-terminal around so that it focuses on his face, but he's not looking at it, now focused on the Digimon offscreen] You won't go away?

Of course not. I'm your partner.

Fine. Then... you may as well remember something for me. A name. It's-- [Roxas pauses. it's a long pause, and then his eyes widen] What was it?

Well... what did it start with?

Give me a minute, I'm trying to think-- Sh... Something with... [blankly, and increasingly frustrated] I can't believe I forgot again. Sh... She...

[you should probably interrupt him because he is really distracted and has forgotten what he was doing and that this thing is still on. feel free to stumble across him in person, too; he's just hanging out, sleepy evil koala on a low wall next to him]

 [So yeah, that whole true-form thing happened, and needless to say, Wheeljack's not happy that he's back in his tiny, fleshy body. So not-happy that he punched a wall out of anger.  Needless to say, he's got it in bandages right now.

You idiot.]

I'll be at Digital Dive if anyone needs me.



Try not to need me.

[There's no Digimon this time. It seems like they know him well enough to give him some quiet time.]

[It's a very rare thing when Arcee gets so enthusiastic that she just needs to talk to everyone ever. The camera feed might be a little off what with how big she is compared to the D-Terminal and how awkward it is to hold it, but it's fairly easy to make out that this is in fact a giant robot. The way she sits against the apartment building so casually gives a pretty good scale of measurement.]

Please tell me I'm not the only one excited about all of this.

[Her blue eyes seem to glow brighter than they ever have before.]

I mean, it's about time this scrap pit got something right. Someone? Anyone? I'm surprised there isn't a parade.

A-Arcee, maybe you should give that to me! You know, before you crush it by accident or something!

[Solus is apparently panicking off screen. She never really thought about it much, but things are a lot harder when your partner is so large!]

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[Whoops, looks like someone is having issues with the Terminal device. But hey! It's clicks to audio and the voice is Whirl's but there is something more... Mechanical to it, and it seems a bit further away than usual too.]

Slagging hell. Claw friendly my backside.

We got any good medics around here, cause I need to know what to do when you can't feel your head or hands anymore.

[Of course anyone near the outskirts of town can spot Whirl as he is, 30+ foot tall robot he is, but for now he's going to try and turn the terminal off. Enjoy the sounds of claws scraping and clacking against it and failing to turn it off.]

[The screen comes on to show Salamon, it's kind of dark like she's hiding in something. She looks both sad and worried.]

Does... Does anyone out there know how to get their Chosen to stop hating them?

[She glances to the side, as if looking in the direction that Tony should be in.]

[Arcee is sitting on her bed when the feed begins, both of her tapirs calmly lying next to her. Yes, even Sprocket. Solus, the smaller one, appears to be sleeping in her lap and Arcee scratches behind her larger-than-normal ears every now and then. The lighting is low, like she couldn't be bothered to open the blinds or something. It gives her eyes just the faintest bit of a blue glow.]

So...what? I just get here and it already looks like these Digimon are trying to tear us apart. Because that's always worked in the past.

[There could be a bit of bitterness there.]

I don't know about you, but I don't feel like moving. Again. So if anyone from my team feels like going off to islands or whatever it is everyone's doing, I will hunt you down and drag your afts back here. I won't like it, but I'll do it.

There's your warning.

[Sprocket's ears perk up once he believes Arcee's finished being Arcee and directs the feed towards himself. Compared to his partner's grump, he appears to be much happier.]

Okay okay okay, but I~I drew a picture.

[He pulls out a piece of paper and holds it close to the camera. It's hard to make out right away thanks to the lighting, but that's definitely a stick figure drawn in crayons that reads "Wow I'm dumb".

Sprocket soon whispers.]

It's Wheeljack.

[Arcee tries very hard not to laugh in the background because she just gave a super serious announcement and scramble to turn the feed off before she loses it.]

[There's a cough, and someone starts talking. She sounds young, but she's speaking very loudly. It's almost like she's never spoken into a microphone of any kind before! She's clearly a very practiced speaker, though.]

I am Princess Elodie of the Kingdom of Nova. I am not sure where I am or what most of the information given to me means, but I at the very least can gather I am no longer anywhere near my home. There seem to be some very strange politics going about here, but I was recommended to introduce myself anyway by my, ah... what are you, again?

A Lucemon, Elodie. And if you'd like, you can turn on the camera function like this and I'll hold it for you...

[There's some jostling about and then the feed switches to video. Elodie is a young girl, not even fifteen, with nice princessy pink hair and... a military jacket. Oh.]

That should do it!

Yes, of course. [She very consciously hardens and straightens herself out, because princess stuff is serious business!!!] At any rate, I feel it only right to ask for further information on this world and whether or not any other resident of Nova has found their way here. My aid is available, if you should need it promised in return. Not much else to do here that I'm familiar with, really.