memerunion | TDM #1 - "Welcome to the Digital World"

I'll become a happy butterfly, and ride on the glittering wind
I'll come to see you soon
It's best to forget the unnecessary things
There's no more time to be fooling around...

[ Prompt #1 ]
[ "Welcome Tamers" ]

So, you've answered "yes" to the question asking you if you want to save the world. You've gone through the Digital Gate. You've been greeted by Sunflowmon and Nanomon, and told about Tamer Union and the fact that you're to be partnered to a Digimon. What's next?

As it turns out? Ain't no party like a Digimon party because a Digimon party don't stop, and this Digimon party is the biggest and brightest that's been seen in Access City in quite some time! Finally, the Tamer Union is reborn! All these new Tamers and their brand new Digimon are gathered together here in the hopes of bringing peace to the Digital World once more. And what better way to welcome them with a party?

The streets are lined with streamers and festive blinking bits of circuit boards. Multicolored transistors glow softly, lighting the way for revelers who might not yet have a sense of the layout of the town. But hey, if one wishes to step off the beaten path to explore a little more, they're not going to stop you. They all lead to an open area in Access Park, where the main thrust of the party can be found. There’s music being played all night, which might either be new to you, or might be familiar; Tamer Union’s database has samples from across the multiverse, it turns out!

That’s not all, because all of of Access City is now open to new arrivals, from Omekamon’s Arcade to Club Zeal. What’s that? Oh yes, every single establishment in the city will be open all night. It’s a citywide party, after all. Don’t have any BITS? Every single shop is willing to waive their fees… within reason, that is. No one’s going to let you empty out an entire place of business after all.

It’s not all fun and games, though. This is your chance for you and your Digimon partner to meet and get to know one another. Maybe they zero in on you during the party. Maybe the two of you have already found one another. Either way, a night like this may set a precedent for how the two of you you will get on for the future.

[ Prompt #2 ]
[ "Refreshing Refreshments?" ]

No party would be complete without food and drink, and this one's no exception. Access City has gone all out and brought in the widely renowned digital chef, Ebidramon, the proprietor of Ebidramon's Eatery, a restaurant that can be found deep within nearby Bitrot Swamp. Digimon come from far and wide to sample Ebidramon's cuisine, but today, the cuisine has been brought to you!

Ebidramon's palate is said to have ascended beyond human comprehension, and so some of the available foods might not be to everyone's tastes. There's sausage and jellybean pizza and banana and anchovy sliders. There are potato chips and a mysterious "Digital Dip," which the more adventurous among the new arrivals may be able to discover is a delectable blending of marshmallow fluff and caviar. Cookies of all kinds are available as well, ranging from benign chocolate chip to chocolate sandwich cookies with a variety of fun fillings like espresso and buffalo wing. There are asparagus-clam smoothies and a wide selection of the finest sodas and fruit juices available from all across the island. What’s more, some of the strange fruits from Material Jungle have been brought in—the kinds that might leave you turning purple, coughing up polka dots, or making you really energetic all of a sudden.

There's something for everyone, and you can eat as much as you want! This stuff isn't going to keep as leftovers.

[ Prompt #3 ]
[ "They're Throwing What?!" ]

It's the next day. The party has come and gone, and all that's left of it is stuff to be cleaned up. But hey, that's a job for civil servants right? Though they won't say no to anyone offering to help out.

But before any of that can happen, an incident occurs. Coming up from the city's sewers are the likes of Numemon and Geremon. What are those who usually dwell among the muck and the grime coming out of their hole for? Well, they know there was a party last night, and they're angry over not being invited.

(The whole city was invited. The Numemon and Geremon were simply told not to come if they were going to be a nuisance, and they took that to mean not to come at all.)

Putting aside the inequities of Access City vis a vis the filth dwellers, the Numemon and Geremon are intent on trashing Access Park where the party was held and vandalizing as many places of business as they can. Whether that be by throwing their pink "sludge" everywhere, or by trashing the party equipment and furniture, they're intent on raising a lot of really, really dirty hell.

Those caught up in the chaos must either dodge the so-called "goo" they're flinging or work to stop them. Thankfully, Numemon and Geremon aren't too difficult to deal with, despite their being Adult Levels. Tamer Union didn't intend this to be the first challenge Tamers faced in coming to the Digital World, but it seems fate itself had other ideas.

Mod Notes - Please refer to the Game Info/FAQ for details on how various things in this game work. If something is not covered there, we have the What Are Digimon? page, the Glossary of Terms, the in-progress locations post, and profiles for Digimon up to the Child-Level. If something isn't covered there and you have further questions, or questions about the TDM itself, there will be a space to ask the mods themselves. Also, watch for posts where you can directly interact with some of Tamer Union's key NPCs!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Interesting" is one word for it. Watson would give a good deal for an ordinary sandwich right now.

Still, Watson gives the... person... standing next to him a carefully neutral look. No one has ever asked his species. He opens his mouth to speak.

"Human," helpfully supplies the Hagurumon that is following him.

"Hush," Watson chides him gently. "I can answer for myself. Yes, I'm human. I could ask you the same."

"A Raksura. I've never met a human before I got dragged here," Stone muses. "Where are you from? Some tribe I've never visited?"

He hasn't quite gotten the idea of different worlds yet. He'll get there.

"I'm from London," Watson says, frowning. Then, because as astonishing as the idea that someone might not have heard of London is he might very well be in that situation, he adds, "That's a city, not a tribe. Largest city in the world, actually. I... haven't actually heard of Raksura before, so we're on equal footing, there."

"Hmph. Definitely from further off than I've traveled, then," Stone muses, sounding curious. "Have you heard of the Kish empire? Or the Fell?"

"Never," Watson says. "Have you heard of India, perhaps? Australia? The British Empire spans half the globe."

He's thoughtful for a moment. "I would very much like to see a map of your view of the world."

"I'd offer to make you one, but I don't think either of us would recognize what I drew," Stone admits. "Aeriat are not known for our. Artistic talents. And I don't see very well up close, anyway." He taps the cheekbone under his cloudy eye. "I could describe it for you."

"Is it cataracts, or congenital?" Watson asks, almost automatically, then checks himself. "Ah, forgive my perhaps inappropriate professional curiosity. I'm a medical man, and I don't mean to pry."

He flashes a brief, apologetic smile.

"At any rate, I'm rather a man of letters than the visual arts, myself," he continues. "Please, describe it for me."

Stone gives Watson a wry, slightly annoyed look because that was a rude question, but answers anyway, "The mentors say it was a scar formed in the womb. None one else in my bloodline has it, and I've had it from birth." He's used to it by now, but most people don't actually ask.

As for his actual question, Stone thinks a moment. "The Reaches where my colony lives is west of the Abascene peninsula, with a mountain range between them. There's a freshwater sea to the southwest, and a true ocean beyond that. The Reaches themselves are a multilayer forest of mountain trees. Trees that are--" He pauses, looks around, and gestures at the square as a whole. "--bigger around than this. Maybe two to three times bigger, and many many times taller. There are smaller forests built up on the platforms made by their branches."

Frankly, nothing like them exists on Earth.

Ah. If Raksura are anything like humans, that was probably a sore subject. "I'm sorry," he says, honestly contrite. "This is not my surgery and you are not my patient. For what it's worth, my stick," and Watson briefly lifts his walking stick in demonstration, "is not for show."

Having offered his own vulnerability in exchange, he pauses to consider this vision of gigantic trees. "I have done my share of travelling, and I have seen many wonderful things, but nothing like this forest of yours. It sounds incredible, though, and about as far removed from London as I can imagine. I would very much like to be able to see it. I imagine trees so large must be ancient?"

"Generations and generations," Stone agrees, content to move off the subject of his eye and of Watson's leg. He knows about people who have trouble moving around-- his latest partner, Rorra, had her foot-fins damaged, and special boots made to allow her to walk on land when the sea was lost of her. There's no shame in that.

Besides, he's old enough now that he's not self-conscious about it anymore.

"The colony tree was old even when I was born, and I'm several hundred turns old," he adds. He's long since lost count of the original number. "And there are other mountain trees even older."

TDM #1 - "Welcome to the Digital World"

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