[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.

[Ryan is sitting on a couch in what looks like an apartment. It's not, but you're not going to get him to admit that.]

I have a question for those of you in HospiTown. My former roommate, Ed, hasn't been responding to my messages. [Ryan looks unusually concerned.] Has . . . anyone seen him? He's . . . black hair that looks like a mess, terrible fashion sense, sometimes wears a really ugly brown cloak, kind of an idiot.

Nevermind. [Ryan visibly shifts out of the concern.] Regardless of whether or not Ed is still around, I do need your help with something else. I keep a record of events, as some of you might know, but it has become rather difficult to keep track of events now that we're all no longer in the same place. Tell me, what has happened in HospiTown?

My fellow chosen, I have a pressing concern that must.  Has there always been a casino in this world?  In the middle of the desert?  It is a beautiful place I must admit, but it's beauty is not a normal one.  But more of an abstract of something that does not fit in.

Like an Oasis in the middle of a bone-laden desert.

Eleeeeeeec let's go back to the gambling and games!  It's fun!

[...Also someone has an issue.]

Also I might be in need of a gambler's hotline.  Little Flamemon has a problem, and even though I can do much, I can't stop this.  I fear for my money pouch.

RUDE!

[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.

[Eli's standing on screen holding a Kudamon by its collar, the Digimon doing its best to look genuinely hurt.It's helped by the Puttimon hanging onto its tail with his teeth.]

So, anyone missing a partner or something because this sure isn't mine.

Your Majesty, surely you're joking. I am indeed your partner, no matter how late I am nor what that despicable creature might have told you.

...Yeah, I'm sticking by my original opinion. Besides, Pip doesn't think I'm a king or whatever you think I am.

There's no need to be modest around the lesser beings, my lord. You are a king worthy of the title.

[ He sighs in a frustrated manner.] Like I said, anybody missing a partner and want him back?

So, uhm...

[ Shannon clears his throat. ]

This is belated, and not really my style, but I'd like to apologize for not getting the emergency response team mobilized or even put together in time for the attack on Terminal Tokyo last week. Now that things have begun to settle, could I get a show of hands for how many of you are still around?

[ Beat, and then he attaches the current roster: here. Well, Kera does it for him, but semantics. ]

Anyone who's interested in the idea can fill out that attached forum and I'll add you as well. This lull is probably our best bet to getting everyone up to speed and hopefully training everyone in the skills they want or need.

[Well it's the birdbrain again, this time, holding up something pink and glowing.]

[He looks completely bewildered. But that's nothing new.]

What is this? It just -- I was talking to someone, and it just appeared.

Did I do something wrong?

[And yes, that's a serious question.]

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.

[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.

Now that cleaning efforts are wrapping up, I have a proposition for you, Terminal Tokyo. I'd like you to listen, and I'd like you listen carefully. Ever since I've gotten here only a week ago, I have heard over and over how inevitable it is for us to be attacked again. I've heard it said that organization on the scale of emergency prevention is impossible because of how often everyone comes and goes here.

My name's Shannon Vaughn and I think that's all a load of bullshit, frankly. What I'd like from every one of you is to reply to this if you have any passing interest in helping during the event of an attack or natural disaster. Even if you don't think you have any marketable skills, say something here. That's what training is for, and if we want to stop picking up pieces instead of stopping the problem at its source, we'll have to do it.

What I need now is for everyone interested in combat, communications, medical aid and support, and then anyone interested in working to lead and organize those groups during a crisis. In addition to that, let me know if you would like training in any other areas and we'll organize what we can to get you the skills you need to help out. Information on the chain of command will be readily available once we actually have one established.

This is a big effort, but I'll be damned if I'm going to sit back and take the hits. Give me what you've got and I'll do my best to make sure we're prepared for anything else trying to take us down.

[ Later, added in as text: ]

( Better descriptions of what the roles entail inside. )

[ ooc Comment here to talk over specifics with Shannon or sign up IC! Comment here to sign up, OOC, and have your character involved should they have nothing to say here but want to contribute anyway. This is mostly a flavor thing in the long run, but is an attempt to bring community to characters and possibly start warding off invaders IC depending on the responses. ]