003 — handwritten [graph paper]

[argents]

[ July 1st.

This time, Banagher's number is copied down on graph paper. What appears isn't anything handwritten, but a rough technical sketch. An empty jumpseat of some kind, crowned by three screens and what looks like an impossibly advanced panoramic HUD. The rest is left sparsely detailed — no buttons, concrete controls, or clues as to what this cockpit (what else could it be?) belongs to. Save for the odd one-on-one occasion, he's been tight-lipped about what exactly has splashed itself uninvited across his memories, never knowing for sure what to trust when it came to himself. Never quite believing he could have been this... thing's pilot.

Off to the side, around some messy notes, is a scrawled out line of text in another language: À mon seul désir. There's a poetic ring to it, nearly romantic.

It's odd, placed next to a piece of technology so futuristic. ]

It's weird. I had to wrack my brain to remember this thing enough to put it on paper, even if I can't forget it. [ A pause, possibly to tap his pencil. ] If you asked any kid when they were younger what they wanted for their birthday, a giant robot probably ranked pretty high, right? Not so much when you're 18, though. When things like this aren't even supposed to be real...

[ Let alone crazy brain powers. At least he was getting used to those. And more importantly: ]

...it could have come with a better name.

[ Which he is hoping like hell wasn't his doing. ]

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[angelskills]

Happy birthday, Banagher!!

A ... giant robot?

( text )

[argents]

Thanks!

[ ...GOD NOW IT SOUNDS DUMB. ]

Um, yeah. I think so. I don't remember it all the way yet...

( text )

[angelskills]

That sounds so cool! Even if you don't remember it all the way yet. You remember its name?

Oh! And before I forget, I have a present for you. Well, two, actually.

( 1/2 )

[argents]

I don't know if I want to say it.

( 2/2 )

[argents]

Wait, for me? You didn't have to!

Text;

[searchforpeace]

Most children want robots?

( text )

[argents]

Or a pony.

[ Isn't he lucky... ]

( text )

[searchforpeace]

It almost sounds as if you received both.

In some roundabout way, that is.

[argents]

[ ...god she remembers what it looks like and he doesn't. DEFCON 3. ]

But it doesn't actually look like one!

[ SHOT IN THE DARK. ]

[handwriting]

[acequeen]

Is that French? At least I think it is.

[There's a brief pause in Regina's neat writing. Call her intrigued.]

Giant robots, huh? Sounds a lot better than whatever else people have been receiving lately.

( handwritten )

[argents]

To my one sole desire

[ ...is the translation that scripts itself beneath the words. ]

You know, I can't even speak a word of French. I just can't get what it means out of my head either. And I was trying to think like that too but

I guess it still seems a little crazy to me. Something of that scale actually existing, I guess.

( handwritten )

[acequeen]

Pretty poetic, actually. Sort of.

[Not that Regina usually says it much, but hey.]

Maybe it just means you're magically knowing the French language? It's strange for sure, but that's par for the course. Robots, though... do you know if anyone else is getting visions of them?

Re: ( handwritten )

[argents]

It feels like something I've always known. Like the fact that I didn't was the strangest part.

[ Which was no weirder than everything already happening, granted. ]

There's someone who actually knows it better than I do. Someone who remembers me, when I can't remember her back. She even saw it.

[Handwriting]

[talktothedoll]

[The image of the jumpseat is soon accompanied by a small partial sketch of a technical plan for an octopus robot.]

Believe me, I have a pretty good idea of how you feel.

( handwritten )

[argents]

No way! ...What does it do?

( handwritten )

[talktothedoll]

It starts out as a can and turns into an octopus. Flies around by spinning its tentacles, and it squirts ink.

I got the plans. My brother got the robot itself.

[handwritten]

[amberhearted]

[ because why not!! his handwriting is scrawl-like, but legible, large enough to fit college-ruled lines. ]

Happy birthday! Perhaps you're an astronaut from the future.

What's the name?

[ that is p. much the extent of his artistic skills. ]

( handwritten )

[argents]

Thanks! Is that Gomez?

[ Tap tap. Little pencil marks. Tap tap tap. ]

...no, you'll laugh

( handwritten )

[amberhearted]

Supposedly, but don't tell him that. It might offend him.

I promise I won't laugh. [ pause. ] You wouldn't be able to tell if I did. But I promise!

[espigeonage]

How sweet.

I thought it was the future-chair for a computer or something, lol. That many screens. I guess it's hard to say what can't be real these days.

Happy birthday, by the way, and may you have many happy returns.

( text )

[argents]

Sweet? And you're telling me! The machine I remember was all white even... maybe Apple made it.

[ APPLE IBOT that sounds legit, right? Too Isaac Asimov? ]

Thanks. As hard as it is to say what's real and what's not real, it's easy to lose focus of the everyday stuff too, I think.

[espigeonage]

"To my only desire"! Very romantic. I wouldn't be too put out about it being called Unicorn, though. The iCorn? I mean I only know the other me as the Apostle of the Violet Rose. Shoujo as anything.

We gotta try to hang on to what we can while we can, right?

[ text | cellphone ] screw it HELLO ONGOING THREAD NUMBER 3

[hoennmaihime]

'My sole desire'?

[Thank you Google Translate.



but seriously. What?]

( text ) not like i like you too or anything

[argents]

[ For once, he just feels like being straightforward. They could loop circles around each other for hours if they felt like it, but he doesn't. ]

Something out of my memories.

*huff* b-baka

[hoennmaihime]

[yes, yes they sure could. Haruka, for her part, will... try and return that favor. With bluntness.]

Did the 'other you' speak French? Is that... creation your one sole desire?