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[color=6ecff6]No, Mama, don't you tell me to not put mayonaise on my Wackdonalds burger... Mew... Mew...[/color] Mirei was curled in the back of the limousine, dreaming of cheap yet delicious Wackdonalds. The padded seating was soft and comfortable, enough for Mirei to get a few extra minutes of sleep in. The only reason she left the house today was because of a suspiciously accurate email sent to her by the creators of D-Connect.

"[b][i]Tired of your boring life? Nothing impresses you or your family? Is our game starting to become a little stale for you? Join us on this specific date, it's there that you'll finally find something to place you above and beyond your brother. If you don't, not only will I have to express my sincere sadness, but also ponder the question what will you do with your life?[/i][/b]" ... How creepy. Yet she still accepted the offer and there she is, riding in the back of a limousine headed towards a stalker company that knew more about her than it should. All she did was play their dorky little card game. Perhaps not dorky, the monsters can be kind of cool, some of them even cute. The driver in the front seat was very polite, he attempted to wake Mirei softly, but it wasn't necessary, she was aware it was time to get out and interact with more of her own species.
[color=6ecff6]I know, I know, we're there already *[i]yawn*[/i] - the car hasn't been moving for over ten minutes so I just assumed we were already there.[/color] She uncurled herself, move to the front of the limo, sticking her hand through the small window within the wall, sectioning off the passengers and driver. She patted him on the back. [color=6ecff6]You're a good driver, I managed to dream about a real tasty Wackdonalds burger.[/color]

Mirei exited the Limo, readjusting her [url=http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k306/febshou999/TB1vwc5FFXXXXaxXFXXXXXXXXXX_0-item_pic_zpsolo4cahs.jpg]backpack[/url] so it wasn't too tight. Within her bag were the bare essentials that she could fit, her phone, phone charger and some mint gum in case her breath started to stink. She didn't think to bring anything Digimon related, the email didn't really instruct her to. If she was supposed to, she decided to just bare the consequences. Looking around she noticed a group at the building entrance alongside an obvious employee and what appeared to be a man on vacation. Seeing no other way to get in Mirei dusted off her pink sweater and waddled up to them  imagining what could be a welcome party with thousands of Wackdonald burgers. After all, this looks like the type of company that would spare no expense.