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[the video feed comes on; it's obviously something recorded with a smart phone, and not something live. Amy is taking extra special care not to show her face]

So... after the whole alien thing, I woke up with all of this... stuff.

[the "camera" swings around to show something on a desk; it's a plastic robot model kit.]

I had another pulse that came with this thing. I was controlling it, in some kind of... space battle. There were others with me, but I can't remember them very clearly...

I'm not sure what to make of it. I can't tell if the toy was some kind of... avatar or representation the game was like in the first memory I had, or if I was actually inside something. And the stakes seemed a heck of a lot higher than some glorified video game.

Aside from that...

[she moves her phone to her bed, where a slick, black, orange, and gray outfit with a visored helmet is lying on it]

I don't know what this is. It looks like some kind of weird costume! Like you'd wear to a sci-fi convention or something... There's also some kind of circuitry or something inside the helmet...

So. Yeah. Anyone have any thoughts on this? I'm not expecting anyone to, but...

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You weren't kidding when you said it was small...

Could it be a virtual simulation game? That would probably explain why you were controlling the mini Gundam, the space and your helmet.

Speaking of which, if you bring me the helmet, I can take a look at it.

Whomever made it put a lot of craftsmanship on it though. You can barely tell it's painted. It looks like a custom job.

And ah, it's not a Gundam. Apparently in my memory I called it the "Miss Sazabi".

... Are you sure about that? You're willing to meet me in person?

Edited 2014-04-18 06:17 (UTC)

That's not hard to achieve if they are painted with machines. Toys manufacturing are fairly advanced these days.

Is that so? It looks like a Gundam to me, albeit the size. But even for our machines, Gundam is meant to be a general name. They each have their own name.

Yes, why not? You're Neil's sister. If he's fine with it, I don't mind. I'm curious about the helmet too.

No, I can tell it's customized. There's a speck of paint off on the shoulder... you can see red plastic underneath it, and there's small signs someone used a tool on some of the parts.

I see. Well, okay... just tell me where you'd like to meet up.

There are tools used to aid with paint job, so it's not really that big a deal unless it means something to you?

Somewhere with some form of privacy so I can look at your helmet. Think Neil would mind if we use his autoshop?

Not that kind of tool. I mean some kind of file or exacto knife. Something you wouldn't use in factory assembly. That's what tells me someone worked on it.

I... I dunno if it'd be okay to do that without his permission...

... You can come by the bar. We don't open until after 11 am, and mom is running errands right now.

Edited 2014-04-20 11:43 (UTC)

I see. In that case, the person must be really good at it then.

Sure. Do you have a side door I can use? I'm not exactly in the right condition of walking into bars in broad daylight now.

Yeah, you can come in the back. Just knock three times, I'll know it's you.

[action]

[by the time Eugen might arrive, Amy is sitting in the back kitchen area of Dylandy's Bar and Lounge, waiting by the door for the signal of Eugen's arrival. Her suit is laid out on the table in the middle of the room]

Be there soon.

[ action ]

[ Eugen pulls on a baseball cap, retrieves his sling bag and tool box before cycling over to the Dylandy's Bar. It's a good thing he has today free so he's able to meet up with Amy without problem. Once he's done parking his bike against the wall, he knocks on the door three times. He looks nothing like an engineer in the blue and grey checkered shirt over a printed V-neck T-shirt and the pair of faded jeans he wore. ]

[promptly, Amy got up to answer the door... and ended up staring once she did. Her cheeks turned a prominent shade of red as she stared at Eugen... though he wasn't dressed particularly fancy, he was rather handsome and intelligent looking.

... Amy stared for a few moments before realizing what she was doing, and then stepped aside, stammering]

H-hi! Eugen, right? Welcome! Come on in!

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