Digital Dana was one of the smaller residents of Whimsy World, standing at around four feet tall if you didn't count her big, round mouse ears. Dana was a tan mouse girl mascot who wore overalls, boots, and a bow in her hair. When she wasn't entertaining guests at the Computer Museum, she maintained one of the park's crucial servers, "The Junkyard", the repository for the junk data they relieved the mascots of. The thing with human memories was, no matter how hard you tried, they cannot be deleted, full stop. They did take up a relatively small file space at least, so they've resorted to simply storing these leftover and unneeded memories in a server somewhere.
Of course, with as many new mascots the park creates, there's a lot of memories that need to be deposited, which means the server needs to grow to accommodate. This also means it's usually down to Digital Dana to construct more computers to add to the servers, which was one of her special talents. Most of the mascots have these magical kind special talents, and they're usually dependent upon the owner's backstory and personality. Some could make water appear from nowhere, others could build things in a flash, and there was this one talent that's all about making as many throwing cream pies as you can. Dana had the power to build computers at the snap of a finger, and it wasn't hard either. Her character did grow up inside of one after all, so it paid to know a computer inside and out.
"Alright," Dana said as she finished plugging in the CPU unit, "That should just about do it. Now we should be able to contain enough memories to fill the state of Delaware. In a few weeks though we might need to upgrade to Texas size with the way this park's been growing. That's the trouble with magic, anyway." She sighed as she sat down to a monitor to take a quick break. "Now that that's taken care of, time for some funny internet videos, followed by message board discussion with trolls and... oh? Someone's trying to message me?"
Dana opened up her chat window to see who was messaging her. It was Dr. Z. She must have gotten through with examining another newborn and was excited to share with her fellow egghead. Dana rolled her eyes. She didn't think this was standard medical protocol, but the poor doll had trouble with keeping a tight lid on things. She could swear the doc was bound to get in trouble one of these days.
DRZ: Hi Dana~! Guess what! ＼(≧▽≦)／
Digi_D: What is it, Natty?
DRZ: One of the newborns is a natural born explorer! I'm so excited! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆
Digi_D: Not another Zoey, is it? -_-
DRZ: Oh no no NO! His junk data was successfully extracted last night. He's an inquisitive mind.
Digi_D: Whew. That's a relief. So he's coming to terms with being a mascot with implanted human reasoning then? Anything's better than thinking you've been kidnapped.
DRZ: Oh definitely! {{ (>_