[Dark, that's what the video turns on to. It changes since Whirl seems to have hit his terminal with a hand and it was blocking the screen.

Not that it made things any brighter, looks like he's in his room in the dark. At first the only sound is him breathing, but it's soon followed by the sound of a liquid sloshing about in a bottle. Whoop, looks like he's drinking. And...

Singing, what. Or at least starting at a hum before singing, he's not horrid at it either.]

-'bots don't want me and the 'cons don't want me [Pause to take a swig and the rest of the line is mumbled except the last bit.] Imma lonely Cybertronian.

[There is movement and now the camera gets to see Whirl's single yellow eye, glowing in the dark, as he squints at the device.]

... Frikking, stupid this place. And all of you slagging idiots here too. [Yes, he just said everyone is stupid, right before the video ended, wanna fight about it?]

... Wheeljack, Arcee, and Ratchet are all gone.

Bumblebee and I may be the only members of our team who remain in this world.

...

This is not easy for me to say, but... I am unsure of how to process or handle this. I feel... directionless without them. In a way, it is the first time in as many centuries that I feel...

...

Alone.

...

[there is an extended period of (uncomfortable) silence, before the feed cuts out]

[Sophia's sitting at a tree, so it seems. She looks tired, and a bit dirty. She's clearly been outside for awhile. Strangely for anyone who recognizes her, the Digimon in her lap isn't Commandramon; obviously, Commandramon can't fit in her lap. It's a Patamon, one with a very protective air. Before Sophia can even speak, she takes over instead.]

Sophia's exhausted and Commandramon can't digivolve yet. [Yes, it seems leaning against the right side of the tree is a Commandramon.] We need a little help back to HospiTown, if someone could offer it.

[Commandramon tilts his snout to the camera.] Might wanna explain a little first.

Sorry... I got curious and wandered off last night. [Oh, Sophia speaks.] Me and Com'mon got lost in the forest and met Patamon...and kept being lost. I'm really sorry. I messed up a little.

Don't you worry, Sophia. [Patamon's tiny paw pats Sophia's hand.] Anyone want to help out a little girl?

[Commandramon's sighs can be heard as the feed cuts.]

-re let me just, handle this.

[The video clicks on to show a very frustrated looking pigtailed "girl" with an eyepatch, aka Whirl. Of course that voice is of his Impmon partner, Jetstream, who is not on screen.]

If you'd just go see Mister Ratchet or a doctor it'd probably get be-- It's fine, I'm fine. Frikking worry about nothing, yet you wander off in your sleep and keep being a slagging pain.

[As if to prove that hey, everything is fine! Whirl is flashing a smile at the camera and waving a... bandaged up hand, except the bandage looks like it needs to be changed and kinda frayed and bloody.

UM.]

Anyway, whatever. Anyone in this slagging place who isn't being a frikking whimp. [WHEELJACK.] Want to train or something, I guess that's what you'd call it? Dunno never done this kinda thing.

[It feels like forever since Arcee last stepped foot in Hospitown, in fact she's kind of surprised it looks exactly how she remembers it. Surely they could have expanded while she was gone. All...four or so days. To be fair, it didn't feel like four days to her. But what was she expecting after leaving the Digital World? Normalcy? Well that's just stupid.

After a short period of adjusting back to the wonderful world of breathing, Arcee finds herself at the cafe, enjoying whatever fancy coffee she could afford. If she's going to have to be human again, she might as well live it up and abuse her sense of taste.

As she sits at the cute little table, she opens her comm only to be greeted with messages. Lots of messages. There has never been a time where she has ever received so many messages. At once.

Time to make video.]


What is wrong with all of you?

[And by 'you' she mostly means Bee. He's the one who flooded her the most. Actually, now that she thinks about it, is her team still here? She can't even remember what they looked like as humans, it's been awhile.

Maybe she should look for her Digimon, while she's at it. Last she recalls, they're kind of important. ...After coffee.]

Okay, I know there are other Digimon with Chosen that have had this problem so please, please hear me out, okay? Or even some other Chosen can answer for me to, that's all right.

[ it's a Patamon on screen, only he's whispering to the device. as he moves the camera, some of the cafe can be seen in passing before its focus is on this guy, still staring at the menus. fortunately, Starscream isn't wearing anything that would give himself away as a Decepticon immediately just a precaution really, what with running into Prime right away - one heart attack at a time, all right?. but no, he's just staring intently at all of the options. ]

He's been like this for hours and I know it's because he doesn't know what sort of things he'd like or not, but c'mon!

[ and Starscream seems to notice, turning his head and blinking owlishly at his parnter. ]

Are you recording?

I'm asking for help since you can't make up your mind.

[ instead of rebuking the other, he rubs at his neck such a weird feeling! and offers a small smile. ] I suppose I would be open to suggestions...

 Guys, Arcee's gone.

Yeah, before you asked--checked her apartment. Unlocked and missin'. 

[You can almost sense the tension his voice is giving off here. There's footsteps heard, as if he's walking away from the door right this moment.]

Went to go talk to her like you guys said and...needless to say we've got an Autobot MIA. Not pickin' up either.

[Five guesses who feels responsible. Not that he's going to sit and mope anymore.]

What's the plan, cause we better have one. If we don't, we're doin' things my way.

 [So yeah, that whole true-form thing happened, and needless to say, Wheeljack's not happy that he's back in his tiny, fleshy body. So not-happy that he punched a wall out of anger.  Needless to say, he's got it in bandages right now.

You idiot.]

I'll be at Digital Dive if anyone needs me.



Try not to need me.

[There's no Digimon this time. It seems like they know him well enough to give him some quiet time.]

[The feed jostles to life as it turns up an Agumon and his older looking partner, who holds his head.]

Ratchet! I'm sorry, I applied too much pressure--!

Stop just. Stop. [Ratchet pulls his hand away, his brow and his nose looking pretty swollen, blue and purple. His voice even sounds... nasally. He winces and snatches up the icepack from Otto, storming back over to his desk.

His shoulders look bandaged up as well, purple peeking out from the edges of the bandages. Otto looks up at him worriedly before he looks defiant.]

I should have been there for you! If I was there, I could have--

Could have done what, Otto? [Ratchet turns around to look down at him.] He was no match for you. You're better off here studying.

But Ratchet...

[Ratchet slams his hands down on the desk, silencing the Digimon quickly.]

That's enough.

[Otto looks down at his feet and nods. He flinches as he notices the Terminal is on and rushes over to turn it off quickly.]