[Maybe it's a good thing there's so little new Chosen this round. Or maybe a bad thing? If there were more, they would have probably helped calm her down...

...In any case, the whole D-Terminal thing is a bit too elaborate to be a scam, and the beast she may have kicked around a fair bit doesn't seem to be a mindless monster. Anyway, the little red... thing is lying dizzy on the floor right now. Eh, it's not permanent. She's got more matters to worry about than a creature who might just be pretending.

Scrolling through the D-Terminal a bit (after tedious attempts, she's not good at mechanics okay_, she's somehow figured out how to broadcast a message. Smart network idea. Her face is a bit too close to the screen, but it's still pretty clear she's angry.]

My name is Edea Lee. [Fuck beating the bush, she's gonna set it on fire.] If anyone knows about the whereabouts of my friends, please inform me immediately. Their names are Tiz Arrior, Agnés Oblige and Ringabel.

If you're trapping us here, father, you still... [...dammit this thing is live isn't it she should've planned beforehand...] ...underestimate us. [Yeah, smooth. Totally intimidating.

Moving on though. Cue the device flashing around wildly before she figures out how to show her fainted Guilmon to the network.] And what exactly is this thing? I get that it's a Digimon, but what is it?

[give this girl a fucking literature degree]

[And there's Beastboy back in his room in Hospitown looking a little worn out but otherwise alright.]

Hey guys! I'm back! Sorry if Rita was freaking out...probably shoulda thought to call her.

So...are we done with that sleepwalking stuff? Because Chili hasn't sleptwalked since...well it was this whole thing. Like we went through a magic door and on the other side was this place called Star City, which is a city from my world! And more importantly? Titans Tower! It's my home! This totally awesome superhero base!

[He holds up a picture, he drew it with crayons. It looks like a T made out of blue boxes.]

Anyway there were a bunch of Digimon living there and wrecking the place so Jinora, Nima, Chili and I chased em out and...I've...well I've come home!

I couldn't go to my home so my home came to me. It's...it's mind blowing dudes.

Anyway, I need help. Techies, people who are good with fabrics, like repairing and cleaning them. Maybe someone who knows how to replace windows...

I wanna get this place fixed up. Maybe we can use it to keep the peace you know? Like the Titans used to back home. There's still alot of equipment there, big computers and stuff...and I dunno if any of Raven's spell books would work but we can give em a shot.

So...who wants to go on a field trip to Star City?

[There's a video! And it's filtered to Renamon, Ryudamon (Sora) Gabumon, Kotemon (Replica) only. Biyomon isn't around, and the wind's whistling audibly - alongside the trundling of machinery and an engine.

There's Ringabel's head and shoulders, and there's nothing but endless blue around him. Why? Well. The video might be being recorded way, way, way up in the sky. On a certain airship. And he might be multitasking steering and talking.

There's a smile on his face, and yeah. Life's amazing. This little beauty appearing made it so. It's been what, two months since he last saw the Eschalot? It's been two months too long.]

I don't believe we've had the chance to make acquaintance yet. So! My name, as you've no doubt gleaned, is Ringabel. I'm not from any world your partners have visited, though they've been rather kind all the same. The reason I'm making contact with you is that, actually.

[Zoom! A mountain going past in the background.]

I've a treat in mind for both Aiden and Sora. Though I've need of your help in actually making it happen. Tell me. Are you capable of getting them somewhere in HospiTown at a certain date, without any suspicion being raised?

[Hi, Terminal! Here's Biyomon, looking a little anxious. She's sat by herself, on Ringabel's bed, and it's made. N-nope, no-one's slept there that night. She's pressing one claw to the other, looking a little dejected.]

S-so, um... since my chosen's recovered, he's been away every night so far, coming back early in the morning... So I got curious, and I followed him out one night, and...

[There's a small sigh.]

He.... really likes spending time with the nurse digimon. I've never seen anything like it, I didn't think digimon even thought that way about humans, but... How can you even have a date with 3 different digimon at once?!

Um... I know the question's strange. But... I want to know about everyone's links to their chosen. Did you see any of their lives, in their worlds, at all? Was it just you knew who they were, but you didn't see anything, or...?

Last month, my chosen stopped me from becoming a digi-egg again. He stopped something... and the guy I looked on, my chosen, he wouldn't ever do that. Not for anyone- so... Though it was weird, I was happy. He named me, and everything. I thought that we understood one another, and he'd changed a little. I thought he'd started to care about me.

But...
this, everything he's done while he's been here. It doesn't make sense! He'd never do any of this. Not ever! He'd have already saved the digital world, because he's a hero, not a lecherous philanderer that spends all day sleeping! What if something went wrong when he was brought here? It's so stupid sounding... but what if... he's not the person I've been waiting for? He looks identical, speaks the same, has the same habits... but...

I don't know about any of this.
I think I'm going mad.

[And! As if on cue, there's the sound of a door opening. And! A certain "lecherous philanderer" shuffles inside, unceremoniously faceplanting upon his bed and a few seconds later, starts to snore.]

[And here we have a shot of the Replica within the General Store, currently holding up a box of candy hearts, which he squints at, rolls his eyes, and sets back down. Dumb holiday...]

Ugh. You know, I really shouldn't be surprised the general store's selling all this stupid Valentine's stuff. I'm surprised there's not some kind of "Cupidmon" fluttering around for good measure. Is there even a point to it?

I bet you'd be singing a different tune if Naminé was here. [His Gabumon flutters his eyelids and clasps his hands together, earning a punch to the snout.]

You know, I'm still not against snatching that pelt...

[It's like he said the magic word, as Gabumon shuts his trap with a whimper. Smirking, the Replica brushes past the shelf, having seen more than enough. Besides, with all the craziness going on in town, he's got bigger fish to fry.]

So, I know somebody already brought up that Myotismon guy, but I've heard rumors going around that he's got the power to time travel. I'm just gonna say it straight up: I'm gonna get it, even if it kills me. Don't even think about holding me back.

[Is this him asserting his claim on the artifact?]

...But I'm not stupid. Kotemon's told me this Myotismon guy's an Ultimate level, and I don't even know how to get into his castle without getting caught. It's just... if the rumor's true, that thing's my chance.

[But why is it his chance? He's being a bit vague here, but one thing's for sure: one way to erase death is to make sure it never happened in the first place.]

[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]

[Approximately three days after This transmission, there's another one. Needless to say, it's heavily filtered.

The camera is placed sideways, as Ringabel can't exactly get up. Not just yet. He's in his room in HospiTown, hair, for once, unstyled. Distinctly longer on one side than the other, if anything with it down he looks younger. Softer, even. More easily hurt. There might be a few blue claws poking at the sides of the screen as Biyomon fusses around him.]

I'm so happy you're awake now. That was weird, wasn't it? Do you normally just pass out, screaming like that?

It's the first time it's happened to me. That I remember, anyway. Regardless, the mechanism is transmitting now. Give me a moment.

Okay! I'll be right outside. Make sure I can use it when you're finished!

I will. Thank you.

( Filtered; Sora, Beastboy. )

( Filtered; Terra. )

( Public; )

(The screen turns on to show some dough and what appeared to be a kitchen of some sorts before pulling back to fully show Takato, wearing his usual set of clothes but he also had on an apron, a hat and some flour on his left cheek. His trademark goggles weren't visible, but if one looked hard enough they would be seen behind him, light glinting off the lenses.)

...Is it on? Hehe, guess it is. Hi, everyone! Look, I know it's a week early but I just wanted to tell everyone who might not know about a special holiday that's coming up next Friday. It's, well...it's different in certain parts of the world, but the general theme's the same: it's called Valentine's Day and it's for two people to spend time together and admit how they feel for each other. In America people celebrate it by giving each other candy or cards or other stuff.

Back where I live, in Japan...it's different. Like, really different. Girls give special kinds of chocolate to boys who they like or just consider a friend. (Takato's tone goes solemn at this explanation but he brightens up a little.) But, that doesn't mean us guys don't have to do anything; we reciprocate how we feel on March 14th, or White Day. We give chocolate back to the girl we like or think of as friends, too.

Anyway, I probably won't celebrate this year but to anyone who might want to I'll be making special kinds of bread starting next Thursday and give it out until the weekend. They might be heart-shaped, shaped like Digimon's heads, whatever you'd like! Thanks for listening.

(Takato signs off by smiling once before the screen goes black.)

[ooc; there will be no responses to responses to this thread, Biyomon's a little busy being a Biyoball while getting beat up. This post is to accompany This log. If your character wants in, send me a PM or find me on plurk to say so please. /o\]

[The D-Terminal should fill with static, the sound of thumps, bangs, and angry, gruff voices. And crying - breathless crying. Though it's a video feed, the screen should alternate between pitch black, and static. There's a female voice, but it's faint.]

"Help.... someone... anyone... please...

please help..."

[And more static! The feed sounds like it's going to cut out at any second.]

"North... of HospiTown...

...They said he's dead...

Please..."

[BZZZZZZZZT. Your screens should now go back to normal. What do?]

[It's a video. Terra's somewhere outside of HospiTown by the forest in the background; it's late but not so late where he can't be easily seen. He looks like he hasn't been sleeping well, but otherwise alert.]

Hey there. I don't know most of you and most of you don't know me, so ... I'm Terra. I've been told in some detail we're here to save this place, and I intend to get to it.

['Now', apparently.]

Minervamon said she'd be leaving more detailed information later on, but for now I know we need to find Titamon and find the ARCloner as some first steps. It's a lot better than nothing to work with at all, but this world's a lot larger--

[A lot larger than most worlds he's been to. He can't say that, and continues after a moment of thought.]

--Than I expected. There's a lot of ground to cover. So I'm hoping to find some people willing to do some traveling. ...A lot of traveling actually. And willing to share what they find when they're traveling with everyone else. If anyone out there's got experience with uh, scouting, reconnaissance, that sort of thing, and willing to help, I'd like to hear from you.

[It's pretty clear Terra's not used to doing this sort of thing, it's all pretty awkwardly stated, with a bit of fidgeting here and there too, but he manages to stay pretty calm. This was a thing he was sure would help. Now if he could find enough people willing to help..]