After-School Detention in Shibuya
With some very strange things going on...
It was quiet. Well, as quiet as one would expect a classroom to be. The one hosting this detention would be a senile old wort by the name of Mr Fujo. What could one say about this teacher except for his contempt towards the students. Even the slightest action against his own personal idea of what a good student should be would cause a student to receive a strict yelling. He was also notably liberal with his handouts of detention, course on the flip-side he never really escalated beyond that even for repeat offenders, something about "The joys of education are worth more then getting you expelled." That was his usual motto.
On the desk where he was furiously marking test results was a digital timer counting down the hour and half where you were expected to do productive things. Like homework or exam prep. Mr Fujo wouldn't check if you had a phone out or the like though. He was much too invested in marking those papers.
The indication that something weird was going to happen?
The digital timer. It began to glitch out displaying random numbers. Anyone on the phone would notice the screen been to glitch profusely, numbers and characters cascading across it like some sort of cryptic language then suddenly...
Mr Fujo's head hit the desk like a sack of potatoes as the building would quake as if caught in a surprise earthquake. Anything on the desks would quickly be thrown off them onto the floor as a result of the immense quaking. The buildings very foundation would groan under the resulting stress. As they intensified, the back wall with the door of the detention room began to collapse away. Tendrils of light and binary would snake out as it began to collapse away. Where once stood the back wall of the detention room was now a white-rift instead of the hallway and the windows to outside no longer showed the sky, instead that same mono-tone white light glared through.
Indeed you troublemakers had been left with both a messy classroom and a mysterious door to somewhere...
Somewhere in the Digital world
As if by divine authority
The Digital world had been rendered in a state of schism ever since the Yokai incident. Leading to each area suffering some sort of time dilation from each other. For some Digimon their next meeting with their old friends would be less then a year and for others it would have been after several lifetimes. Though there was an underlying sickness within the digital world whom symptoms had yet to truly rear their ugly head. The only ones that would know what it was would be those at the very centre of the digital world in a realm of data referred to only as Olympos, and they had seemingly closed themselves off completely a long time ago.
So for the unassuming Digimon, the resulting Digital quakes were most frightening... even more so would be that for a certain few Digimon whom would have been pulled down into chasms within the digital world and 'warped' to an auxiliary node of the digital world.
Given the connection certain (player) Digimon would have, they would be dumped outside the other side of the gate, From where they were standing, It would be a mysterious library, with rows upon rows of books comprised of solid data, that seemed to stretch on as far as the eye could see.
Somewhere in Tokyo
A girl regrets not drinking enough Sake for this
Sitting in some dingy dojo basement surrounded by electronics and terrible lighting saved only by the fact it had good ventilation, A woman whom looked like she hadn't had a good nights sleep in weeks would take a long drag of her cigarette as she sighed letting the smoke blow out around her as she stared at the screen. Typing a few things on her keyboard before leaning back. "Good grief." She said as she finished another segment of code. "Canto can you fetch us another round of Cola please." She said looking over at her partner digimon, who whom was kicking a paper ball about. The tired woman was preparing for another nights watch. She had a good thing going on scanning for these 'digital anomalies'. The Old man offered her a free room, and even free food, so really what more could she ask for?
beep beep beep beep
"Scratch that Canto." She said her face lighting up instantly from its once gloomy expression. "Ho?" The Bird-footed Digimon would respond back. "Go get the Old Geezer, Hes probably taking Hack for a walk, They need to get to Shibuya now and make sure to mask your presence like I told you!" The Woman would say looking back at the beeping rack. "Looks like we got some work to do." She said as she switched off the beeping, put out her cigarette, cracked her fingers and started to work away with a renewed vigour. As her partner Digimon would rush up the steps and out the nearest window. She could only hope it wasn't somewhere that was densely pact with people. She was feeling particular lucky today, it was always such a bother to deal with bystanders. Especially if they reported to the Japanese police...