[Jinx appears on the Network again this time from the Cafe in Hospitown]

Alright chumps. I'm putting the call out for any of you who got those mysterious messages begging for help.

I've done some snooping around and I have information. If you want in on this hurry up or drop me a line here.

We won't talk much on the network because we don't know who's listening.

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[At the Cafe Jinx is waiting in a corner booth with a milk shake, flanked on either side by her Digimon.

Her current plan is to give it twenty four hours. Then she'll set off for the castle with or without aid.]

[Wash has been watching all the change and excitement of the people here that weren't human before this place and have been given back their normal forms. It's been enlightening. And amusing, to say the least.]

Well... I guess it's nice to finally have conclusive proof that a lot of the people here that were other things before this place weren't delusional. Not that I doubted it with how some of you acted.

[Blackarachnia grumbles softly as her device is aimed at her. Whoever is holding it is asking for punishment as she glares at it. She just wanted a quiet morning, but whatever. She glares a little more, her black eyes narrowing. ]

Cut that out or I will end you.

But Milady, tis the season! You must  say something to your fellow Chosen!

[The camera pulls back and we can finally see what Blackarachnia is doing. She's sitting on the couch in her apartment wearing a leather jacket and with a mug of hot cocoa in her hands.  Her other partner Venom is sitting next to her munching on a chocolate cupcake. The Dorumon glances up from her cupcake and then shakes her head slightly.]

...Might wanna do it just to get him to shut up.

....Fine. Merry Christmas to the organics. I still don't understand what they're celebrating but whatever.

See! Was that so hard? 

[The camera suddenly gets turned around and her Taprimon smiles into the camera and waves.]

Seasons Greetings all!

[ooc: Despite her words, Blackarachnia has left gifts for a few of the people she actually likes. Sort of.  Dante, Roze and Harley all get little baskets of cupcakes and cookies. It looks like a certain she-spider decided to do a little more baking after all.  Her roommates also get enjoy cupcakes too. ]

[Here... Have a very annoyed Washington with his partner in the background. Though Wash is the one really talking.]

How do you get a Digimon to stop mother henning you over every single time you have minor problems? Coronamon starts getting on me over everything. I can't get a headache without him fussing.

Someone has to have sense and self preservation in this partnership. That's apparently me. I want to know you're going to be able to back me up if needed.

Oh my. It certainly feel like a ghost town around here, doesn't it?

[A video of the marketplace, still in ruins yet a few Digimon are working on repairing what they could so the marketplace can get back to fully running. Celestia and Dracmon are doing their daily walking, the vampire Digimon just snickers away at his partner's comment. He's the one feeling the scenery, but does move to Celes' face every now and then.]

Yup! Everyone is at the weird castle! Dracmon bets everyone is getting themselves killed! Or tortured. Or just getting beaten up.

What a boring response, but I wouldn't be too surprised if that was the case.

Hey Celesssss. Did you mentioned you want a castle before?

...I don't recall telling you, but let's just say that I have.

Then let's get you that one!

And do tell me your plans to take over the castle for me along with clearing out the hostile Digimon? And there is also making exterior and interior repairs.

Eye of Nightmare and then, bam! Done!

Last time you tried that, it failed.

Hey, at least give Dracmon credit for trying!

You will get credit on success, not effort. May I remind you that you almost got both of us killed... twice now?

Yeah, yeah, love you too.

There was no love in the first place.

Okay, that's just harsh!

To those gone from this city... [Talking to the castle invaders, of course. Pulling a few lies on feelings, but hey, encouragement is encouragement.] I do hope you are successful in your tasks. If not, then what a shame.

She means "good luck"! And don't be a bunch of failures!

[Wash had been talking to his Coronamon a bit before turning his device on, but the Digimon is still talking in the background.]

Just ignore the guy, Wash. Besides, you're a soldier, aren't you? You're no stranger to killing people.

Yes, but I've never had to deal with a reaction like that to my presence...

Anyway, to the purpose of this. Anyone know how to handle a complete stranger knowing you and being angry with you for something you didn't do?

I mean... I'm not an asshole like the guy said. And I don't even know a person with that stupid a name to have killed him. It'd bother me less if I knew what he was talking about.

Seriously, jerk is the last thing I think when dealing with you. More like naive idiot.

Hey!

It's the truth.

[At first, there's nothing but a big closeup of Meruru's face, before she blinks and pulls back, grinning.]

Great, it really works! Thanks a lot for the help, Palmon.

No problem! See? I told you it was easy.

Ahaha... yeah! I guess it really is. [She's still figuring out how some of this technology works, but at least Palmon's there to help.]

Anyways, hi, everyone! My name's Meruru, or I guess it's technically Merurulince Rede Arls... but it's such a mouthful, and everyone calls me Meruru! I'm the princess of Arls back home, but I'm also an adventurer and alchemist; it's my goal to make Arls a better place to live.

[Ah, whoops, she started to ramble a bit there. Meruru lets out a tiny nervous laugh, but grins again.]

I guess what I'm really trying to say is... it's nice to meet everyone! I hope I can make a lot of friends here. [She's used to making friends with everyone back home, after all, so why not here as well?]

[When the D-Terminal turns on, it reveals Malcolm sitting on the ground with his Gabumon peering over his shoulder, Malcolm's expression one of slight confusion while Gabumon is trending towards smug.]

Communications have been established, sir, but I don't believe it will achieve what you want.

Thank you, Gabumon, but I'll take my chances finding out for myself.

[Gabumon looks ready to make a comment to that, but stays quiet when Malcolm turns to him and gives him a look that makes it clear that he's in no mood to argue with him. Malcolm then turns back to the D-Terminal and clears his throat.]

I know that this is highly unlikely since from what the letter said and Gabumon independently confirmed that we come from different worlds, but is there anyone here that has served on the NX-01 Enterprise? If there is, I would like to speak to them. If not, then I apologize for bothering you with this question.

[Once Malcolm's done talking, Gabumon speaks up again, sounding as if he disapproves of the question.]

That whole line of questioning is illogical, Lieutenant. The possibility that another member of your crew is here is quite small.

Believing that I was chosen over the Captain is also illogical.

[The feed then shuts off before it can show any more of that argument.]

[Hyokomon's got the feed again, and he's looking rather concerned.  Something is clearly wrong, but he still politely bows to the camera. Manners are important too.]

I don't mean to impose, but does anyone happen to know how to wake someone up from a bad sleep? It's my partner- [He moves the camera over to the bed, where there's a soldier in orange sprawled out on the bed. So the Digimon has no idea how to take the armor off what about it.]

Ugh... [Pathetic moaning is pathetic.]

He's been like this since the attacks. I think some wild Digimon jumped him while I was distracted.

Bats...so...many bats...they're everywhere...make them go away...

And it has something to do with his crippling phobia. I've tried different remedies that I know of, but nothing seems to work. Perhaps they had some different means of medicine back in his world-

Potato chips...potato chips and Oreos...

[A noticeable twitch from the chicken.] You're faking it, aren't you sir?

[And he continues like he hasn't been completely caught.] Double stuffed Oreos...not the sissy single stuffed...try looking for triple stuffed... [A sigh and Hyokomon draws out his sword. With a quick jab, the tiny blade punctures Grif's leg, making him jump right off the bed.] OW! What the hell Kissass?

[Sheathing his sword.] Never mind, I'd like to put in a separate request. What I need is a human trainer.

Your mom needs a trainer.

I'm sorry for the trouble. [click]

[The feed clicks on, showing the girl holding the D-Terminal focused very intently on it. So intently, in fact, she is completely failing to notice the Ryudamon behind her, though still plainly visible, playing with a long spear.]

Hello... I am honored to have been chosen for such an important duty, but I am still rather confused about all of this. We have been called to protect this world from some sort of threat, I understand, but none have been able to tell me just what that threat is... I apologize for the trouble, but are there any who may clarify?

Also, though I do not intend to question the wisdom of those who have chosen me, I must point out that I do not have a driver's license yet. Is that not going to be a problem for this?

Thank you for your assis-

[It is at that point the spear the Ryudamon is waving around slips out of its claws and goes flying into the distance with a loud crash, the feed cutting off at about the same time.]