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savetheearth2013-07-01 12:17 am
argents) wrote in savetheearth2013-07-01 12:17 am
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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That way! [ He confirms, stepping off the trolley. The breeze drifts by a little cooler now that they're closer to the ocean, and Banagher glances off down towards where the buildings thin out into the expensive condos right up against the shoreline. ] I think I can see the boats from here.
[ He lifts a hand to block out the sun and get a better look as he trails after her. ]
But I don't think it'd be so bad getting lost around here! There's so much to see.
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[ Who doesn't love shopping and boats? They are two very awesome things. She twirls a little in excitement and then moves to stand by his side once more. ]
Some of the stores are expensive but it's still fun to look!
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Let's get our ice cream first and then we'll window shop? Maybe they'll have those giant shark jaws set up like last summer!
[ Nothing says fun in the sun like pretending to get eaten by a giant shark, right? Or making good on the birthday photobombs... ]
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[ IS THAT THE ICE CREAM PLACE IN THE DISTANCE??? IT SURE IS. ]
There we go. Hmmm, I wonder what flavor I should get...
[ This is very serious business. ]
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[ Sure enough, the minute they hit the shops lining the marina where dozens of little boats are moored, they're greeted with the smell of sweets. And fresh-baked waffle cones. The shop itself is tiny on the inside, taken up mostly by a fridge holding at least fifteen different types of ice cream. Mason jars of toppings sit behind the glass, and the walls are lined with vintage by-the-scoop bins of retro candy.
Banagher can't help but stare in awe for a minute. Even better than he imagined it. ]
There's so many... you'd better go first!
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She kicks her feet a little in excitement as she stares at the flavors behind the glass, fingers pressed against it like a child. ]
I don't know if I can...
[ It all looks good! ]
Toppings... or flavors? Or both?
And everything can be dipped in chocolate!
[ She taps the glass. ]
Maybe we should both pick a random flavor and see how it is? There are so many! I haven't had half of these before.
[ There's your regular vanilla, chocolate, strawberry but then there's more! Red velvet, pistachio, birthday cake, raspberry, blackberry, red bean, green tea, mango, cinnamon bun, cookie blast, rainbow fudge, fudge fudge black death... ]
Mmmmm....
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[ But it'd be a good regret, absolutely. Who cares if orange sherbet didn't go with rocky mountain volcano? (Spoilers: it's not him.) Banagher steps up beside her, stooping down and bracing his hands on his knees to get a better look at the colorful vats of ice cream behind the frosted glass. ]
Should I go with birthday cake, I wonder?