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Who: Machi, Tentomon (EMH Droid) [Open]
What: A log that has been procrastinated goes up when the mun should be sleeping Machi is haunted by her past.
When: November 20th, 2009, afternoon [backdate]
Where: Tetha, outside the Doc's old clinic
Another peaceful, silent day.
Except for the occasional screams from the streets and people calling out in fear.
Over a week had passed since these odd occurrences of people seeing their worst fears come to life. Illusions and things like that. With few friends, Machi kept a close eye on the Comms, just to see what was going on. The more she saw of this, the less she liked.
"You don't think they'll come here, will they?" She asked the EMH Droid one day when he was again helping her with her physical therapy (though the girl could walk again, obviously, he wanted to make sure her muscles were rebuilt to their former strength). "We can't do anything about weird visions, and if someone asks us to-"
"They won't," the droid assured her. "We aren't very well known, in any case."
Thankful. But she worried about what all of this meant, even now. She talked to Tentomon while stretching. "What's causing all this? Is it another one of those viruses?"
"Hell if I know," her partner remarked, drawing invisible pictures on the walls with his pincers. "Weird shit going down."
"Understatement," Machi replied automatically, rolling her eyes. "...I wish we could do something for them. Seeing those things must be horrible."
A sigh/groan from her partner. "Well, we don't know what's causing them, so we're pretty fuckin' useless. As usual..."
Machi knew that wasn't directed at her, but it still hurt - Tentomon wanted to do something to change the world, didn't he? Well, he couldn't do that right now... "...Tentomon-" As she turned around, she saw something big, dark, and unnatural standing outside the clinic. "What in the world is-"
As she walked closer, its shape became apparent.
Zearth. The robot from her world and the world of her friends.
"O-oh God... N-no, no, please..." Her mind raced. She tried to remind herself that irrational fears appeared all over the Digital World, that it was probably just an illusion. But it was right there and her heart clenched. She abruptly turned her head away and standing next to her was now an odd looking stand with a flat, smooth surface. A panel. The thing one would touch to be contracted. Any rational thought faded. "I-it's found me..."
Tentomon raised an eyebrow, looking at his partner. "Yoko? What's up?" His Tamer was staring at something, eyes wide with fear. What in the world could she be looking at? Besides the bed, nothing was there. "Yoko-"
Machi's head swung around to face him, her fear still etched into her features. In front of her floated a Dung Beetle - a guide to the others. Mr. Garaku from her world stood with him. "You've avoided it long enough. We need you to pilot the robot. Save this world."
"No..." She backed away from the him, her hands suddenly drawn in to her chest.
Tentomon took a step closer in response. He'd figured it out. "Hey. What are you seeing? C'mon, it's just me."
The Dung Beetle's "mouth" opened to a grin. "Look at it this way - you'll see your friends again."
Tentomon reached out a pincer to her. "Talk to me!"
Mr. Garaku reached out to grab her arm. "Sign the contract, girl."
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Machi shouted, shoving Tentomon down and running out of the room, out of the clinic, stopping to stare at Zearth, shaking wildly, and then taking off down the street, not caring who she ran into or what happened, just so long as she got away from that horrible, horrible thing.
All the while, thoughts ran through her mind -- I don't want to die!
And Tentomon couldn't follow her through the crowd.
What: A log that has been procrastinated goes up when the mun should be sleeping Machi is haunted by her past.
When: November 20th, 2009, afternoon [backdate]
Where: Tetha, outside the Doc's old clinic
Another peaceful, silent day.
Except for the occasional screams from the streets and people calling out in fear.
Over a week had passed since these odd occurrences of people seeing their worst fears come to life. Illusions and things like that. With few friends, Machi kept a close eye on the Comms, just to see what was going on. The more she saw of this, the less she liked.
"You don't think they'll come here, will they?" She asked the EMH Droid one day when he was again helping her with her physical therapy (though the girl could walk again, obviously, he wanted to make sure her muscles were rebuilt to their former strength). "We can't do anything about weird visions, and if someone asks us to-"
"They won't," the droid assured her. "We aren't very well known, in any case."
Thankful. But she worried about what all of this meant, even now. She talked to Tentomon while stretching. "What's causing all this? Is it another one of those viruses?"
"Hell if I know," her partner remarked, drawing invisible pictures on the walls with his pincers. "Weird shit going down."
"Understatement," Machi replied automatically, rolling her eyes. "...I wish we could do something for them. Seeing those things must be horrible."
A sigh/groan from her partner. "Well, we don't know what's causing them, so we're pretty fuckin' useless. As usual..."
Machi knew that wasn't directed at her, but it still hurt - Tentomon wanted to do something to change the world, didn't he? Well, he couldn't do that right now... "...Tentomon-" As she turned around, she saw something big, dark, and unnatural standing outside the clinic. "What in the world is-"
As she walked closer, its shape became apparent.
Zearth. The robot from her world and the world of her friends.
"O-oh God... N-no, no, please..." Her mind raced. She tried to remind herself that irrational fears appeared all over the Digital World, that it was probably just an illusion. But it was right there and her heart clenched. She abruptly turned her head away and standing next to her was now an odd looking stand with a flat, smooth surface. A panel. The thing one would touch to be contracted. Any rational thought faded. "I-it's found me..."
Tentomon raised an eyebrow, looking at his partner. "Yoko? What's up?" His Tamer was staring at something, eyes wide with fear. What in the world could she be looking at? Besides the bed, nothing was there. "Yoko-"
Machi's head swung around to face him, her fear still etched into her features. In front of her floated a Dung Beetle - a guide to the others. Mr. Garaku from her world stood with him. "You've avoided it long enough. We need you to pilot the robot. Save this world."
"No..." She backed away from the him, her hands suddenly drawn in to her chest.
Tentomon took a step closer in response. He'd figured it out. "Hey. What are you seeing? C'mon, it's just me."
The Dung Beetle's "mouth" opened to a grin. "Look at it this way - you'll see your friends again."
Tentomon reached out a pincer to her. "Talk to me!"
Mr. Garaku reached out to grab her arm. "Sign the contract, girl."
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Machi shouted, shoving Tentomon down and running out of the room, out of the clinic, stopping to stare at Zearth, shaking wildly, and then taking off down the street, not caring who she ran into or what happened, just so long as she got away from that horrible, horrible thing.
All the while, thoughts ran through her mind -- I don't want to die!
And Tentomon couldn't follow her through the crowd.