[Hazel swears that the gods have a sick sense of humor, if this is even their doing. Her head is practically spinning with all this new stuff, and it's taken her a moment to let it all sink in. She sighs, and with some coaching from her Digimon, figures out how to use the device's video function.]

So...everything here is digital?

[She frowns. She's not so sure about how possible that is, but it's better than thinking she's finally gone insane.]

What's happening in our worlds while we're here? I mean, I'd kinda like to know if I help here and get home, I haven't missed out on 20 years.

[Or another century for that matter. It's one thing to go from 1940 to 20-something, and quite another to go from then to like 2573.

Hazel glances at her partner off-screen.]

Also...no offense meant to my, uh, partner, but...I don't know how comfortable I am with having a human child-looking Digimon. With. Angel wings.

None taken.

[She looks mildly exasperated at the breezy tone of Lucemon's voice. Hazel still hasn't decided on a name for him, but she's definitely choosing something that doesn't remind her of Lucifer.]

[The video opens with Jinx in her new apartment in the Holy Forest. She shares it with Maya and it looks like she's settled in nicely. There are some drawings on the wall of various mythical creatures and Digimon, she's painted her bed black and replaced the sheets with something silky looking as well as thick blankets. Aside from what's over her shoulder Jinx is looking curious and a little suspicious into the camera]

Hey, color me curious.

Have any of you kids out there gotten any anonymous messages begging for help?

If this were E-mail I might think it was a virus or something. Now I'm just wondering if it's a scam or a trap.

It mentioned someone named Myotismon.

[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.]

*Dante is greeting the network today from the edge of town...with a Salamon on his head. Yep.*

Welp, took me long enough, but I'm finally in Hospitown.

It only took you so long because you spent time goofing off instead of travelling, you lazy idiot.

Lighten up, little lady. It was the beach!

*Salamon rolls her eyes but doesn't reply.*

Anyway, anyone wanna point me to the nearest place to buy booze in this dump?

Oh, and Nero, we oughta meet up in person sometime soon. Maybe Kid and the little lady can help find out what your squidbug's made of.

( Filtered to Roze )

[A Strabimon comes into focus on the screen. He looks vaguely concerned, and a Hyokomon can be seen yelling MAYA over and over again in the background.]

Are there any Chosen on the island of San Francisco that would be willing to help Hyokomon and I locate our partner, Maya? She was supposed to be back by now, but it's probable that she got distracted by something.

[Hyokomon has switched from just yelling Maya's name to yelling various threats of never-ending house arrest. Strabimon glances over his shoulder and sighs.]

Maya is a little over five feet tall, has blond hair, and was last seen wearing an owl hat and a sweater with an owl on it. She also had a cello strapped to her back, and we would be very grateful if you had any information about her whereabouts.

S~o I'm writing up the last details on the festival. I've got a few things here and there, but I want more advice.

[ Roze is sitting on her bed, hair pulled up loose and pinned with chopsticks in a "librarian" style, papers surrounding her, a pencil tapping against her lips. ]

I want to include things from other people's world's and cultures. So what do you people do for your end of year or "end of cycle" celebrations, huh?

Hardly anyone responded to their invitations, but I'll assume a lot of you don't know what RSVP means. Despite that, if there's anyone out there willing to add to the festivities, I'd love to hear your ideas.

Anyways, lemme know.

Oh yeah and uh...

We need more help with the music, if anyone is interested. Neku's got the tracks taken care of, but if there's anyone out there that knows how to actually play stuff, I'd like to talk to you. --Don't worry, Wily-Kit, I've already got you down.

[A video will pop up on Maya's D-Terminal, early in the morning. It's Cam, with his Aurumon stuffed animal, and-- is he standing outside the door to her apartment? Yes. He is. He's got the owl Digimon in hand and a grin on his face.]

Gooooood morning, Maya Matlin! And Happy Birthday.

[Drawled-yet-quick and flat.]

Good afternoon; Rarity, here! Begging your pardon but I have one very important question - how might one be able to tell if. Somepony's about to leave?

By leave I mean involuntarily leave the Digital World, that is.

Thank-you!

[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.]