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003 — handwritten [graph paper]
[ 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. ]
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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Yeah, an ice cream adventure! Are waffle cones your favorite?
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Because you can fit a lot more ice cream in them, yeah. I've heard there's a really good place with homemade ones on the marina, somewhere. I've never been though.
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Homemade ones? Really? I bet they're great!
[ Homemade things are usually excellent. She licks her lips a little in anticipation. ]
That makes me think of waffles and ice cream. Hot waffles with a sundae on top!
[ So fattening... yet so delicious. ]
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What do you say, should we go down there to check it out?
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[ Huzzah, waffle cones! ]
What's the best way to get there?
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[ Banagher gazes upward in thought, trying to think of the best way he knew that wouldn't be too boring. With summer in full swing... ]
We can catch the Peace Street trolley! Lots of tourists use it at this time of year, but it goes right by all the hotels near the harbor. We won't have to walk as much that way.
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[ As long as they're not squashed between tourists with bad body odor, that is. That's the worst. ]
Hee, we should go photobombing while we're making our way there!
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[ He fishes into his pocket for his phone to check the time. ]
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[ She walks ahead, looking both ways before crossing the street. ]
Birthday photobombs!
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[ They've got a few minutes! Plenty of time! ]
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[ She picks up the pace, though admittedly... she is not very fast. At all. Gym is the worst class. ]
Isn't it the worst when you miss something by a minute? That happens to me all the time!
[ With how fast she moves it's not really surprising. ]
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There it is!
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Oh, great!
[ She lets out a laugh as she heads toward it. ]
It's going to be so packed.
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Glancing over the tops of the people already on board (or... trying, he's not very tall and there's a lot standing...) his face lights up after a second. ]
Look, there's still a good spot!
[ The trolley is pretty packed, but mostly tourists have taken the seats along the open windows, leaving a bit of room available towards the back of the car, near the two open entrances on either side. Banagher guides them towards the one on the left-hand side, eventually swiveling and planting his back against the frame, one hand on the guard rail. He looks entirely too pleased to nearly be hanging out of what'll be a moving vehicle. ]
Fresh air and the best view! Here, stand in front of me.
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Oh, good!
[ Things look promising when he says there's a good spot, though when he swings into place she's a little worried. What if he falls out? Isn't that a little dangerous?? ]
Um... are you sure?
[ HE LOOKS SO PROUD THOUGH... ]
I mean - all right!
[ She stands in front of him, and anyone looking at them will see one pleased as peach young man and one slightly worried looking young lady. She peeks up at him. ]
Hold on tight!
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It only looks old. [ He explains, gazing off past the gold strands of her hair lifting as the air rushes by. ] Since it's a tourist trap. But they maintain it really well, so it's not bumpy or anything. And it doesn't go too fast.
[ Which is why he's okay leaning up against an open door when the car hits its stride, which is just about enough to generate a nice strong breeze. ]
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Oh, this is wonderful! Look, look!
[ She points as they pass a woman walking a group of puppies. ]
How cute...!
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You really do like dogs. Have you ever had one?
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[ BECAUSE THEY ARE THE MOST PRECIOUS. SO PRECIOUS. EEEEE. ]
I like all animals though! Dogs are just... too cute...
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I always wondered what it'd be like to have a pet. Haro is a little like one.
[ He glances ahead, when the car slows for a turn onto a downward sloping street. ]
What kind of dog do you want? ..."All of them" doesn't count!
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A -- [ Oh damn it, Bannie. ]
Well... I think I really want a Shiba Inu! A fluffy one! They're so cute...!
[ But all dogs are cute. Ugh!! ]
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I don't think I've ever seen one of those before. They must be special to get your top pick!
[ Out of all those puppies in sweaters... one reigned supreme after all. ]
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[ AHHH BUT THERE ARE SO MANY GOOD PRECIOUS BABIES... ]
I love golden retrievers, too! And -- oh, there are too many...
I'll show you one if we pass a pet store, though!
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[ Wow he feels like he just tapped into Pandora's Box of puppy feelings. Carefully, he shifts next o her, pointing off down the street. ]
Look, all the hotels should be that way, we can stop off at one of the stations and walk to the marina.
[ The breeze that rustles past them is cooler now, and smells like the sea. ]
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That feels so nice...
[ After a second she'll nod her head. ]
Sounds good to me! Soon that ice cream'll be ours!
[ She pokes her head out of the trolley a little. ]
I should come this way more often!
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