Jason awoke to a searing Saturday morning in Queens, New York. Sitting up slightly, he looked around a room plastered with Digimon posters of all shapes and sizes. On the opposite end of the room, a rather pointlessly large television set hung from the wall, several video game consoles and other media devices attached to it. The young man blinked some portion of the sleep from his eyes, then hauled himself out of bed and into the hallway. The teenager scratched at the medium brown hair on his head, yawning as he made his way to the bathroom for a shower. One short shower later, Jason stumbled back into his room, exchanging a towel for underclothes, followed by his usual outfit, consisting of a pair of dark grey jeans and a crimson shirt with the silhouette of some form of ancient helmet across the front in the same grey as his pants. As the boy pulled on a pair of shoes, a shape seemingly tumbled from the formerly long abandoned upper bunk of his bed, causing him to jump and smack his head into wooden frame of the upper bed, shaking it. The small shape suddenly moved, then pulled itself into a bipedal standing position. The creature looked like a tiny, grey bear with rather long arms wrapped in belts, a belt across his chest, and a cap turned backwards with the word “Bears” on it in red, all colored purple. Bearmon turned around, rubbing one of his large, blue eyes sleepily. Jason rubbed the top of his head as he stood up properly, speaking to the digital creature in what would seem to be an unusually calm voice, “Is it necessary to ruin every peaceful morning?” The teenager crossed the room to a desk that sat underneath a window overlooking the neighborhood, and picked up one of the loose papers on it. The paper was a flyer he had picked up a few weeks ago, and rather colorful, with large text across the top and bottom that read “DG CON-At the Javits Center July 16th-18th” and featured an orange, dinosaur-like creature “bursting” from the background. Jason looked up at the calendar and grinned as he realized it was the first day of one of the largest Digimon convention in the country. “Alright Bearmon, I can’t carry you around all day at that size,” Jason told his Digimon partner matter of factly, “ so I need you to shrink down to Tsunomon” “Do I have to?” the Digimon whined, “I never get to walk around!” “Yes, you have to, I can’t be walking around New York City with a three foot tall bear,” Jason explained. Bearmon gave a withering look as a white light enveloped him, shrinking down until it was a ball with a horn sticking out of the top. The light dissipated to reveal a small, brown furred creature, which hopped up and down a few times as if getting reacquainted with the body. Jason nodded his approval, putting down the paper and opening a drawer on his desk, which contained a small, locked box. The teen grabbed a key from the top of his desk and opened the box, revealing a grey and white Digivice sitting inside. He took the small device and clipped it to his belt. Jason then caught the hopping Tsunomon as he made his way out of the door and down the stairs. “No time for breakfast, the convention starts today!” he called eagerly as he left the house and went toward the bus stop. After an hour long trip on various public transports, Jason arrived at the Javits Convention Center in Manhattan. After attaining a map, the teen got to stand in a seemingly endless line of costumed strangers for well over an hour, and began to regret not eating anything. As soon as he acquired his entrance, Jason made a beeline for the first level food court, picking up some Bar B Q before scouting out a table, Tsunomon sitting on his head for lack of better transport. OoC: That's right, it's finally time to start up~!