[Hello everyone, have a very tired looking Harry making a video post early in the morning.]

Do you know what's harder to keep track of than one sleepwalking Digimon? Two sleepwalking flying Digimon.

I guess that makes them sleepflyers. Or something.

I'm buying some rope if this keeps happening.

[It's Beastboy again. He's looking better since the announcement of Terra's leaving. Perhaps a week of ponies and robots and madness was enough of a pick me up. Either way he grins into the camera, apparently at the diner in Hospitown]

Sup dudes!

So you all so that big old house that Minnie is claiming for her clubhouse? Ya know, Buckingham Palace?

Well obviously we've already seen Tokyo Tower, San Francisco and my buddy Donatello found this old noodle shop from New York City!

So has anyone else found anything familiar out there in the big wide Digital World? I'm starting to wonder if maybe we shouldn't have like...exploring parties or something. Because what if your favorite Pizza place or your house is just like...sitting on top of a mountain or in a cave or something?!

If you could have like, one building from your world appear though that WASN'T your home what would it be?

I think I'd vote for the video game arcade. I'd be a great way to kill time and have some fun between ya know...world ending events. I had alot of fun back in Terminal Tokyo's arcade.

[It's early in the morning when this message is posted to the network]

GOOD MORNING DIGITAL WORLD! Returned to her true form, her most perfect beautiful Unicorn body!

[Trixie is standing proud and tall in only her cloak and hat, a blue unicorn with flowing white mane and a mark on her flank displaying a wand with a star tip and a shimmer of magic much like the video of her naked human body before]

You see now? This is how Trixie should be! Her magic still does not work but for now at least the Digital World has realized it's mistake and returned Trixie to a much more reasonable and less silly form!

Dare you to insist Trixie wear your extra layers of clothes now?! Do you still find her improper prudish humans!? Well to that Trixie says BAH!

[Groan] Shut it!

[Gasp] How dare you?! The first words you speak to Trixie after your brutal assault and battery of her previous lumpy human form and they are telling her to silence her sultry and spectacular projecting voice? Trixie will have you know the most royal of royalty in Equestria often used such projection techniques to command authority! Of course Trixie wouldn't expect such a thuggish brute like YOU to appreciate such things.

...Are you done? ...No, stupid question. Just...shut up.

Do you not see? Do you not realize the boon that has been granted Trixie this day!?

[She Throws open the curtain that separates their room and Kovu is on display as a mighty lion sleeping on the floor next to his bed]

After bruising her squishy human body the least you can do is compliment Trixie's true form you...you...What are you!?

I'm a lion.

Lying? Lying about what? DIVULGE YOUR LIES AND MISTRUTHS!

[Kovu rolls his eyes] A lion. Big cat. Eats things like you.

[Trixie's eyes narrow] You wouldn't dare!

[The grin grows wider] Try me.

[Trixie may boast a proud game but her inner chicken shows throw as she shrieks and flings a glass off her nightstand at his face before making a break for it. She knocks over the camera and it cuts out.]

[The camera is focused on Kovu, who's sitting on his bed, hunched over with his hands in his lap. He seems to be scowling, but it's hard to tell from this angle. Lopmon's obviously the one holding the D-Terminal, since his voice is loud and clear.]

Free to a good home:
One former lion, young adult, male.

Quite handsome, house trained, prone to acts of aggression but actually sweet and kind, very protective.

Needs hugs on a regular basis.

[Lopmon shouts as Kovu throws a pillow right at his head, bowling him over and sending the D-Terminal flying. The feed clicks off when it hits the ground.]

[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.

[The video starts with a very shaky shot of one of the buildings in San Fransisco. There are sounds of growling and shouting in the background before the camera pans to an XV-mon and a Gabumon glaring, stomping, and shaking their fists at each other.]

Oh, calm down, fuzzball! I was just telling it like it is.

You liar! I'm not a fake Digimon. I'm real, and you can't take my partner away from me! I'll battle you to the death if I have to!

[Said Gabumon leaps at the XV-mon's chest, only for her to swat him away with a chuckle. The image then turns to a very exasperated looking Replica, who rubs at his temple before speaking.]

Ugh, now I'm starting to know how Real Thing felt. Has anyone else had problems with their SCOPE partners? XV-mon's kept having to beat him back for hours, and he still keeps getting back up. It's like looking into some kind of fun house mirror, and I don't know how to get him to relax.

[There's the sound of a scream, followed by a WHAM. Seems the fighting's picked up a little bit, much to the Replica's chagrin.]

...And while we're at it, has anyone made it to HospiTown yet? I'm fine with scoping out these new islands, but I'd like to at least see where this new town is before I get too carried away.

[Gee, this looks familiar. Once again, we see a shot of this grouch of a replica seated at the end of his bed. Once again, the camera shakes... at least until Kotemon hops up, sets the D-Terminal down, and then toddles in front of the feed.]

Um... Sorry about the shakiness a second ago. I wish my legs were longer so that wouldn't be a problem, and--

Kotemon, c'mon. This isn't about video quality.

Oh! Right. [She bows her head before stepping aside.]

So, anyway, my partner still hasn't been able to choose a name, even though a lot of people have been kind enough to give him suggestions. Especially Mr. Sora. I don't know how he came up with so many names.

Most of which sounded ridiculous. [The Replica grins, reaching down to snag the Terminal.]

Trouble is, I've got too many options now, so I figured that rather than argue with Sora over it for hours on end, I'd save some trouble and just ask you guys. Not like I've got much else to do besides train.

[With the press of a button, he switches to text.]

Options:

Nox, Fenris, Kaiden, Aiden, Zane

If anyone else has good dark names, I'll give them some thought, but I'm really trying to narrow things down.

[As the camera clicks on, a blue skinned white haired girl appears in the frame with a confident daring smile on her face, and a loud theatrical voice]

Greetings Terminal Tokyo!

Rejoice for The Great and Powerful Trixie has arrived!

This armored creature has informed Trixie of your plight to the best of it's meager abilities, and so now it is your turn to inform The Great and Powerful Trixie of all you know! Fear not for Trixie is a heroic and brave unicorn and once she has her magic back and has returned to her most beautiful and proper form, no source of great evil will be able to stand before her!

And make it quick, The Great and Powerful Trixie's time is valuable after all.

[And with that short but grandious introduction, The camera cuts off leaving Trixie sitting on the ground outside of the main Terminal. She still needs to figure out this walking business.]

Two legs...seriously. Who thought that this was a good idea?

[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.]