Yo! Listen up, everyone!

I've got my digi-soul back! ... well, okay, I still had it, but the part of my Digi-Soul that lets me punch shit bigger than me and have it hurt?! That's back.

I tested to make sure it wasn't a fluke, too, so if any of you see fallen trees or something around the edges of town... that'd be why.

I have to say, I'm pretty pumped about this! Anyone's digimon want to spar?! I'm raring to do some more fighting like I used to!

Hey, I know a lot of you have heard, and want to go fight the stuff going on on File Island. If anyone wants to get there fast, I've got ShineGreymon to get us there.

Agumon says won't be able to do much more than fight as GeoGreymon once he gets there, because moving that fast over such a short period of time would use up a lot of his strength, but to be honest, we need numbers more than we need power.

So yeah, anyone who needs a lift, meet me outside HospiTown.

((OOC: HUGELY backdated thing because some people needed help on an IC reason to get to the fight.))

[Hey there, Digital World. Have the smiling face of a red-haired Nobody on your D-Terminals.]

Hey there, Digital World! For those who don't know me, my name's Axel. Got it memorized?

This message isn't about me, though. It happens to be about my best friend, Roxas. Why, you may ask? Because unless I'm miscounting my days, today makes 365 days since he was born. And since it's not a leap year, last I checked, that means that today is his first birthday!

So everybody, if you see a blonde, spiky-haired kid wearing an outfit like mine today, be sure and wish him a happy birthday!

Oh and Roxas, when you see this, come meet me on the hospital roof, OK? I've got a little present of my own for you.

[Axel just looks way to amused to have not considered the potential embarrassment value of this post, but the wishes behind it are sincere. And it will be a vast improvement over the last time Axel'd seen Roxas on his birthday, no matter how it works out.]

[ The D-Terminal camera shakes quite a bit as Chika shows up on the screen, looking a bit confused, puzzled, and not sure about what's going on. ]

Hey! Does anyone know what those Black Gears that the guy who just sent out that distress call was talking about are!? And who else is going to go over to File Island to help? If Digimon are attacking each other that can't be good.

[ The camera fidgets a bit, her lip curling down into more of a frown. ]

Anyway, Biyomon and I are going to be heading to File Island to take care of this. So anyone else that wants to come who's in HospiTown should come with us so we can stop whatever these things are!

[On the last day of January, a message pops up on the D-Terminal network from something that's...not quite a D-Terminal. At least, not a traditional one. It comes across the same, however, and there's Minervamon, adjusting the view and- is that a palace behind her? Buckingham Palace?]

Whoa, took this thing long enough. Hello, Minervamon here, it sure has been a few weeks, yep. [Oops.] In reentering this plane, the communication device Volcanusmon made for me, well. It kinda malfunctioned. I thought I sent out something at least a week ago.

[She appears sheepish, but then she gets down to business.]

This place here? It's what I'm setting up as... Well, I guess where I'm staying on this plane. Looked really abandoned and lonely and big. I'll direct the other members of my group here when they eventually arrive.

That probably doesn't matter much to a lot of you. I'd been thinking, I got to talk to some of you guys, but those still traveling, or too busy, or...just not around, nope. And the game of he-said, she-said, she-said-- that's pretty dangerous, don't you think? So... I guess here we go, the questions I was asked all-in-one.

[Minervamon sits against the statue outside the palace, getting comfy.]

I'm part of a group called the Olympus XII, and my name is Minervamon. The Digimon who attacked Terminal Tokyo before was Jupitermon. He took something called the ARCloner, a supposedly sentient program, and made it start to combine the worlds. That's why all this is happening. Jupitermon was once the leader of the Olympus XII, but he...well, this isn't something the old Jupitermon would do. He's changed. So me and several others separated from him. My group consists of myself, Marsmon, Volcanusmon, and Dianamon. Jupitermon's is Neptunemon, Merukimon, Apollomon, Ceresmon, and Bacchusmon. Venusmon's...neutral, I suppose. Don't ask about the twelfth member. Disappeared long ago, I don't even know them.

[She looks down for a moment; if her eyes could be seen, maybe they'd be closed...]

So the ARCloner. Well, Titamon took it. Big guy, green, really dangerous. No, defeating him is not easy. Yes, we've tried, and every time we've succeeded it's been with our combined power, and he always comes back, fast. We don't know how to find his base, as it keeps moving. He just wants to mess things up for Jupitermon, but well...who knows how long that means keeping the rest of us alive.

I want to stop Jupitermon and set the worlds straight-- it wasn't Jupitermon who called you here, B-T-Dubs. Don't think it was. He just got angry, hearing Lotusmon -- Ceresmon's servant -- died and seeing you talk of separating the worlds. The ARCloner and the Digital World itself bring in the Chosen, that's just how it's been. I don't have any control, but neither does Jupitermon.

...Speaking of me! I got questions of where I've been, before. I mentioned those planes? Well, there's a different level of existence. Like a bean-- ... [No one needs that metaphor. :c ] ...Well, it's different. It's higher, and it takes a lot of work to get from that one to this one, since the ARCloner messed some things up. Jupitermon took a long time getting down, and I was right behind him. That's where I was blasted back to, when your city...vanished.

Not blew up. It's just not there. It's complicated.

...I wanted to help you, but I went about it the wrong way, and I'm sorry. [Her voice is softer, and she's contemplative; the setting sun glints off her helmet.] There's nothing more I can do but to prove that. And...well, I'll do my best to.

[Then she brightens back up, like a kid.]

I think that's everything, but other questions, comments, concerns-- I've got this thing working and can use it to talk! Okay? Okay.

Minervamon, out.

[She salutes and ends the feed.]

[Masaru's D-Terminal seems to activate in the middle of something loud and violent, as the sound of crashing and screaming can be heard just before it clatters to the ground]

-what the hell is your problem?!

[the voice crying out sounds strangled and weak, like someone whose been on the receiving end of a beating. Masaru's voice cuts in soon after]

My problem?! YOU'RE MY FREAKING PROBLEM! You think you can insult me, Daimon Masaru, and get away with it?!

Aniki! Stop! He just said it was funny that a human would want to fight with a digimon!

FUNNY?! FUNNY?!

[there's a flash of static as the audio comes on, due to Masaru stepping on the D-Terminal. You get a worm's eye view of Masaru looming over it, facing Agumon and standing near a Tailmon that lays prone on the ground]

You're my partner! HOW DARE YOU DEFEND HIM, YOU LITTLE TRAITOR! AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH, YOU'RE OKAY WITH PEOPLE MOCKING US?!

Aniki, that's not what I'm saying! I just-

[Agumon doesn't get a chance to finish what he's saying before Masaru lashes out, striking the Dinosaur digimon violently across the snout. Agumon falls to the ground, looking stunned]

Never talk to me like that again, understand?!

Aniki...

[Masaru turns away, and skulks out of frame. Agumon and the other digimon just sit there, stunned, before the latter just turns and runs off into the darkness. Agumon just sits there quietly, until he notices the D-Terminal and scrambles over to turn it off.

The feed cuts out]

[Here we have one big, goofy dinosaur crounching down over something all while trying to grab a pencil in his claws and failing. He grunts, snorts, and tries scooping it up again before turning to the camera.]

You know, if the weather's gonna stay bad, maybe Guilmon will stay inside. Mm, but if Guilmon stays inside, then he can't play as much. There's not enough room to run and jump and do all the fun things Guilmon usually does.

[He drops the pencil and tilts his head.]

Do you know anything fun you can do indoors? Takato draws a lot, and I think you can do that inside, but when I try drawing, all I can make are squiggles. How do you make other things? I thought it'd be easy, but it's not.

[He slumps.]

This'd be easier if Guilmon was Gallantmon... Claws make holding a pencil super hard.

So, now that things have calmed down.

I'm curious and figured I'd throw this out into the ether and see what comes back.

What's our stance on past crimes around here? I mean I know there's a jail to house people who commit crimes now that we're all residents of this insane little world, but what about the lives we led before we came here?

I've never been shy about admitting my criminal past. And the memory leak glitches kind of lay it all out there for the world to see. There are plenty of people here who have done horrible, terrible things in their own worlds.

So what do we do about it? Go after each of them and make them pay for the crimes they committed back home? How far do we take it? After all we're supposed to protect this world so does that put us in charge of deciding right and wrong?

Are we effectively the judge, and jury?

Is simply apologizing and acting sorry or guilty about whatever you did enough to be forgiven for it?

Or do we risk giving everyone a clean slate when they arrive? that could be dangerous but it would also be very equalizing.

Seeing as I spent most of the last five years of my life studying crime I couldn't help but wonder about these things.

It's really not that hard to work, this'll just record yourself and everyone else here can talk to you.

[A Tentomon appears, waving towards someone off-screen.]

And talking to people is definitely better than freaking out and biting yourself.

[After a few moments of shuffling, a teenaged boy appears on screen, looking more than a little annoyed. He rubs at his eyes, frustrated.]

I already told you, none of what you're saying makes sense. You're shit at explaining things.

That doesn't mean you can just hurt yourself!

[The boy ignores the Tentomon, shuffling closer to the D-Terminal. Way too close, actually, because now all you can see is his eye and nose.]

How does this thing even work? It doesn't even make sense.

It might make sense if you weren't pressing your face against it.

[Once again, Tentomon gets ignored. Well, mostly.]

But you're saying that Mikasa and Armin can here me? And...and even the Corporal? If they're here at this...whatever place? Digital world?

That's right. I'm sure anyone watching this can tell us where they are, we just need to ask! Though...I guess this counts as asking, doesn't it?

Right. So, Mikasa, Armin, if you're here, I'm safe. Or...anyone else who knows them, you could tell them that too? I don't know.

[He leans back, finally, looking at the Tentomon helplessly. After a few tense moments of staring, Eren motions at the D-Terminal and Tentomon scrambles forward to end the feed.]