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!

All these people leaving... you guys need to realize that people come and go. And that's without being jerked around by forces beyond our control.

I'm not saying people shouldn't be sad, or that people shouldn't regret it, but... it's the reality we have to live with.

We need to focus on what to do with our numbers diminished, in any case.

[The feed shows someone who some of the people may not have seen in a while. Donnie had been gone for three weeks after all on his little self-discovery trip. Anyone who knew could probably tell that he actually looked a lot better, he didn't look upset like he had been the past few months. He looked more like him than he had in months.]

Hey guys, it's me. I just wanted to tell everyone that I'm back. And before anyone asks, I'm perfectly fine. better than I have been in months.

Which means that he's gonna quit moping and being all depressed... for now.

[The teen merely eye-rolled, but his expression did get a bit more serious.]

Oh and also, Paolo and Arte told me about those rumors going about I don't know what the shell anyone saw, but they told me that I've been doing some pretty unkind things around town. I don't know who it is, but it isn't me. Maybe it's someone dressing like me, I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.

Yeah Arte and me already tried that, it failed. Badly.

Then we'll just have to try again. Anyways, I guess that's it Later guys.

[And the feed was cut with that.]

It's Valentine's Day or whatever, and if you're celebrating I hope you tell your Valentine that you're in lesbians with them and stuff but -

[Whoever's behind the camera snorts.] Really, Scott?

Really what?

I think you meant love, not lesbians.

. . . Again?

[For a few long moments the only sound that can be heard is an almost inhuman screeching. It peters out as the screamer runs out of breath… unfortunately it’s replaced by a voice that is definitely angry.]

What did the metal body do? Tell me or fix it. NOW! Will not tolerate this treatment, not from… from stupid meat. [He grunts and there’s a crashing noise immediately after.] Stupid limbs! Inefficient.
This other thing. This meat-thing. Someone take it away. Doesn’t listen when I tell it to go.

… Maybe if I ate it.

Knifehead don’t be like that. Gosh you’re rude.

[There’s that screeching again.]

THAT IS NOT MY NAME!

[Anyone in the hospital is in for quite the sight; a bald fellow is sitting on the floor in one of the hallways... chewing on the laces of one of his boots. The glowing yellow lines on his skin brighten and dim in time with the growls he lets out as he tries to gnaw through the nylon - with some limited success, since a few sections are partially frayed. A Gizamon is watching him with some concern, but every time the Rookie gets close the man snarls wildly.]

You are such a jerk!

[Knifehead's lips peel back as he bares his teeth.]

Stupid meat.

Sooo I've got some questions and Stormageddon told me this was a good place to look for answers so...come on magic box!

Those big Trailmon guys...does it feel weird having people inside them? When we go inside them are they like...eating us? Can they feel it if we like...poke them from the inside? Or bust a window?

Has anyone seen Hiccup? How would we know if he was like...gone?

Someone wanna tell me why it's OK for the blue lady with white skin who says her own name too much can dig through the trash cans but when I do it I'm being gross?

And there's like...a million bottles of that soap slime stuff-

You mean Shampoo.

Soap slime stuff in the shop, which one will make my hair nice and oily?

[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.]

[Suddenly, everyone's D-Terminal gets a text message.]

This is a mass text. Does anyone know where I am?

[It seems someone's gotten lost.]

[On screen is one of your friendly neighborhood Persona protagonists. He spends a few seconds adjusting the camera and once satisfied, gives a happy smile. Behind him, his two partners, a DORUmon and an Elecmon, can be seen.]

Not everyone here celebrates Christmas. Or even knows what it is.

[Judging by some of the reactions he's seen around here.]

So I want to know what winter holidays you do celebrate. Or if you don't celebrate any, what you do during the cold months.

[He pauses, mulling over what he just said.]

...and if you don't have those, what do you do at this time of year?

[The feed opens to Saori in the newbie apartment lobby. Say, when did the ceiling have hanging bundles of green? Saori looks baffled. ]

My dear gods... When did... How...

Does anyone know why there's so much mistletoe here?! This is overkill and screaming "it's a trap." One is just enough, geeze. 

Uh listen, if you're not okay with being kissed, you might want to walk through here one by one. Basically, if you're beneath one of these with someone, you have to kiss them. 
[OOC note: feel free to interact with others! ]