Video - Late Friday Night

[imbibing]

[The video flickers on to a close shot of a dark-haired woman's face. It's possibly you might have seen her face before, on the ad at the bus stop, or model that new dress in a magazine. She usually appears to exude pure confidence in her photographs, but right now, she doesn't look confident in the least.

If anything, she appears to be a bit apprehensive.]

I don't know if this is the right place for this. [She runs a hand through her long, black hair.] I'm not even sure if all this is real.

[Her thoughts flicker to the newly-formed scar on her chest. She shakes her head, as if to dismiss the thought entirely.] What am I saying? It had to be real!

[She forces her lips to curl up into a small, tight-lipped smile.]

I'm Misato Katsuragi. I don't remember any of my past life, but I'm hoping that someone out there might be able to tell me more. If that name or this face mean anything to you, I'd like you to call me. My number's 555-736-7360.

[Her smile widens now. It's certainly more genuine than the smile a few minutes before -- and relaxed, too.]

Hope to hear from you soon!

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[talkshitgetsis]

[Okay, she's definitely seen that face before, but she's still mulling over whether or not Shinji would be okay with her spilling the beans.]

...What kind of person gives their phone number out to complete strangers?

[neopianangst]

[Oh god. Well, this is unexpected...and extremely awkward, considering what he recognizes her from. It was one of his first echoes...]

Um...I think calling a stranger from here like that might be kinda weird...

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[soulsborderline]

Just FYI before you start handing out your social security number, you can get secure lines out of this thing too. Someone just has to write down your, you know, Number number.

[Lecture trifecta. Look, Major, you're already getting them to work as a team.]

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[dragon_blossom]

Oh my God you're trusting... do people on the outside of this think we're all one big happy family? Is that they're all saying?

Do you even know whether or not some of us are total assholes?

[espigeonage]

[From this close you can't really tell that Julien's got winged arms or anything, it just seems like he has feathery sleeves. He's been on the news as a white-feathered harpylike thing.]

Regrettably, it's real! And I'm not sure I believe the past lives theory, for all that it's popular.

[He smiles like the sun coming through clouds.]

Anyway! Congratulations, and condolences, on your number. I'm Julien!

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[scramasax]

[A rather soft, mumbly:]

We don't know if they are past lives; I wish people would stop - speaking like we're sure that we are.

[And tightening that up back to clarity, shakes his head and ducks it a tad in an apology - that wasn't anything against the woman he's talking to!] But excuse me, umm.

You're right, it's er. It's real... And umm. -- My name is Anthony, ma'am - I can't uh. Tell you - tell you anything about - your... other self, but I could - I could try to answer other questions you might have...

[Thins and mild-ens up to a trail-off.]

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[unelven]

[ He does recognize her face from ads and magazines, and that's really the only reason he responds at all. Its not everyday that someone else known to the general public shows up on the network. ]

You don't know what sorts of people are on here, why would you give your phone number freely?

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[argents]

[ Wow. ]

That's one way to see if anyone can recognize you. [ Or pulse from, but he wisely refrains for now. ] I wouldn't say everyone has a "past" life to remember though.