[color=8493ca][center][h3]Rachel Holt[/h3][/center][/color]

So far, that day had been fairly uneventful as it ever was. Out in the middle of nowhere Wyoming, most days passed slowly and quietly. Out in the middle of the American west, it definitely made for a quiet lazy day most of the time. For the most part, Rachel's house was just as quiet. Her mom was out of the house somewhere, and her dad was out on some overseas business trip. The only sound in the house, was an occasional yawn and the clanging of a few objects together from Rachels room. She herself was on the top bunk of her bed which was mostly used to store her junk.

...and well, take an occasional impromptu nap. She was currently sifting through some old computer parts, trying to see if there was anything there she needed. Not that she actually needed a new computer, she had just built one herself a few months ago, and it was working better than any one she had custom made or could be brought at a store. Okay, maybe the former was a bit of an exaggeration, but it ran pretty good.

[color=8493ca]"Hmm..."[/color] She was missing something, but where was it. She was pretty sure she had one around here...somewhere. But where? She scanned the junkyard known as the top bunk of her bed, sifting through a few metal bits but unfortunately came up empty. Well, not like she actually tried very hard. She was currently laying on her stomach in the middle of the parts and all she did to look was swivel her head back from one side to another.

A nap sounded good right about now. Not like she had anything better to do at the moment.

She turned her head to the side, resting it on the spare electronics - and then conveniently noticed what she was looking for on her actual bed below. Getting it would require moving, and she really was comfortable right here, and she really didn't want to move. So, solution? Move in the least energy consuming method as possible. Which was obviously hang upside down from the top bunk by hooking her legs over the protective railing, grabbing it and then sitting back up.

Really though, hanging upside down was oddly nice. Her loose fitting blue t-shirt fell around her neck, and would give anyone who happened to waltz into her room right then a pretty nice view considering she also wasn't wearing any pants aside from some pretty frilly looking underwear that clashed pretty badly with her casual attire.

[color=8493ca]"Hmm...I wonder if bats are actually super intelligent beings and use echolocation because they're too smart for words..."[/color] Odd...thoughts aside, blood rushing to your head for extended periods wasn't a good thing even if for some reason it felt oddly refreshing. Thoughts of suddenly being able to turn into a vampire aside, she swiveled her head over to her computer which was on, currently looping through some mellow sounding jazz track. Not odd in the least. What was odd, was the fact there seemed to be a popup on it. She was [i]pretty[/i] sure she had designed a pretty nifty thing to zap any nasty popups like that.

Some sort of computer update or something, maybe?

Somehow, she managed to acrobatically remove herself from her upside down position and land rather gracefully on her feet. She walked over to the computer, taking a seat and looking at the popup. Well that was definitely not a normal computer popup, and it definitely smelled of fishiness, and not the tasty kind you make fish sticks out of. That said, for some popup to get past her defenses...it must have been pretty sophisticated.

So obviously the smart thing to do with foreign, unknown software, was to click 'accept'.

Reading the next bits was mildly intriguing and confusing. Digimon tamer? What was that even? Well, whatever it was it put an executable on her desktop, and she was definitely curious at this point. She was confident that if any dastardly viruses got their way in, she could zap them with super bat mind powers. However, after clicking it things just proved to be waaay more than she bargained for.

She was starting to believe those people who said she could just get high off of air, because she was pretty sure she wasn't crazy, unless letting blood rush to your head like that made you start seeing things. Well, whatever it was, she was invested in this now and this marvel of programming and technology had definitely had her intrigued! She could make so much money with tech like this, if she could figure out how to work it.

So, taking this new dark blue colored device in hand, she pointed it at the screen.

[color=8493ca]"Digital Gate, open."[/color] Really, she could have probably put more enthusiasm, but it seemed to have worked regardless. What followed next, cleared any doubts in her mind. Yep, she definitely somehow got high because computers didn't just suddenly turn into wormholes and suck people in. 

At least, if they did they should let people put on their pants first.

The next thing she knew, she was moving through some sort of tube thing with runes carved into the side of it at high speed. It looked oddly electronic. Was she inside of a computer or something? That seemed fairly implausible. Not that she'd complain if she was, no. That was pretty sweet actually. She was still pretty sure she had smoked something somewhere and was high as the moon, but it all felt oddly real - not that she'd know what being high felt like, of course. Smoking was bad, man. She didn't get long to ponder it though and soon found herself dumped onto a dog pile of others.

[b][i]"Where the heck am I!? And who the heck are you all? Wait, can you all even understand me?"[/i][/b] For a few seconds not even moving much as the pile she was conveniently on top of was moved by the lowest occupant. Rachel just laid there, looking up at the sky. Huh, it was oddly beautiful, and would be even more so if someone would stop shouting like they had just had their favorite laptop destroyed.  Wait. Other people? Well, this was interesting. She didn't think drug trips involved other people, unless they were like...hallucinations or something, but she was doubting less and less that's what this actually was.

She craned her neck towards the one speaking, noticing some sort of clawed fish thing approaching.

[b][i]"No need to worry about that. In the Digital World, all language gets transferred to data, translated to a person's spoken language from that and sent back in the matter of a millisecond."[/i][/b] Digital world? Huh, her first assumption was right if what this...armored fish looking thing was saying, was true. 

[b][i]"Greetings. You all are the new Tamers I’ll assume? That’s great then. I’m Flamedramon, one of the Guardians of the Tamer’s Bureau. It’s a pleasure to meet you."[/i][/b] Flamedramon? Tamers? Well, that's what that popup said. Tamers Bureau, though? No idea what that was, just like she had no idea what a flamedramon was. Shouldn't something named that be a bit more...red or something? She supposed those red metal plates made up for it, though....hmm...eh, whatevs.

As Yume and Flamedramon continued to exchange words, Rachel finally decided to get off of the pile. Since she was on top, it was fairly easy enough to do. She stood, climbing off of the others and stretching. She was glad her rather ill-fitting shirt would cover her lower bits a bit, but anyone with a brain would see that she was in fact, not wearing any pants or shoes and was probably ill equipped for whatever this was. Not that she seemed to particularly care, though. She seemed to miss the last bit of that conversation though, and it seemed they were now doing introductions.

[b][i]"Umm, Nice to meetcha'll. My name's Yumeko Yukihara."[/i][/b]

Rachel regarded Yume with a half-lidded stare, seeming to be half asleep and taking a few seconds before replying. The name seemed oddly familiar....

[color=8493ca]"Yumeko? You're not a maid for a god or something, are you?"[/color] She said, fixing Yume with a small, somewhat clever seeming smile.