TDM #1 - "Welcome to the Digital World"

[tamerunion]

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!

Comments

[lightconductor]

"Dr. Watson. A pleasure, Edogawa."

A child detective? That is... well, both rather charming and slightly alarming. Watson reaches over the available food, wondering if he can manage to extract the right sort of ingredients for a sandwich. "So what sort of cases does a child detective investigate, then?"

[deductiongeek]

"Watson," he says slowly. "Like in the Holmes novels?"

Conan shrugs and puts it aside. Watson was a common name in English speaking countries, after all.

"Murder, mostly. Some kidnappings, thefts and bombings." A pause. "Ah! But I don't investigate by myself. I live with a famous detective, so I help him as an assistant."

[lightconductor]

Watson pauses in the process of extracting what at least seems to be a slice of chicken from some rather questionable ingredients.

"Oh. You've heard of him?" He's pleased, and it shows, because he's eternally proud of Holmes, and proud of his own role in their cases, and yes perhaps proud too of the role his own little writing projects might have taken in helping glorify his friend, though it's all mixed with a bit of bittersweet grief. "I admit I didn't expect anyone here to have heard of Sherlock Holmes, much less myself."

[deductiongeek]

"Of course! When you think about detectives, Holmes is still the very first that comes to mind. Ever since I read the books I decided that I was going to be a detective like him."

[lightconductor]

"Good heavens. Really?" Watson can only shake his head. "I mean, I am the last person who would ever disagree on that count, but I never--I imagine Holmes would have been very pleased at anyone taking up the art of deduction in admiration of him, even if it was through my romantic little writings they learned of them." He gives a self-conscious little laugh. "May I ask, lad, when and where exactly might you be from? "

Still, not sure how he feels about a child at a murder scene. That's just... unseemly.

Because its always the current year

[deductiongeek]

"I'm from the Beika district of Tokyo. And the year is 2022."

Conan eyes him thoughtfully. He had met some dedicated Holmes fans before, but few were dedicated enough to roleplay it this far.

"Is your name really Watson?"

[lightconductor]

"Your scepticism does you credit, I suppose."

He raises an eyebrow. A child, from Japan, from well over a century in his future, knows who Holmes is. That's... a lot to take in.

"But yes. I am Dr. John H. Watson, late of her Majesty's army, friend, colleague, and biographer of one Sherlock Holmes, and until I arrived here I would have told you it was 1892. Good heavens." Watson shakes his head in mild disbelief.

[deductiongeek]

"If you had told me this last week, I doubt I would have believed you." However, the digimon and this entire world had been very convincing.

"That is very interesting. Where I'm from, the Holmes stories have always been known to be fictional. Although within the stories, they were presented as having been written by Watson, the author was a man named Arthur Conan Doyle."

Belatedly, he realizes that this was maybe too advanced a level of reasoning. He pastes on a quick childish smile.

"I know because I was named for him."

[lightconductor]

"Fictional?!" Watson blusters, utterly taken aback. "I am not -- I am certainly not -- Holmes is certainly not--" He breaks off, at a loss and unsure of how to proceed. This sounds like nonsense to him, to put it mildly. How do you even respond to being told you're fictional? "Young man, you had better not be pulling my leg. I assure you, I am quite real."

[deductiongeek]

Conan frowns, and fishes a small and well loved copy of "The Sign of Four" out of his pocket.

"Here. There must be some kind of logical explanation."

[lightconductor]

Watson falls silent for a moment, frowning at the book. That's his book, damn it all, with someone else's name on the cover. That's just a little infuriating.

"I don't like it," he admits. "Allow me enough pride in my own work for that."