Viviane S Grilling

[21:28] <Sept> Ikari was dead, the unhinged younger one now responsible for one of the most valuable and dangerous assets they had. The resistance had regained a lot of ground and important artifacts… and Sera wasn't quite sure what help it would be in the long run.-
[21:29] <Sept> Right now, though, he needed food. So against his better judgment, he'd stumbled into Blue's House of Debauchery and Also Food.
[21:34] <Minaplo> [Blue's Bar, Grill and Tailor's was currently… Surprisingly busy, would be the right expression. People had been intrigued shortly after its inception by the bizarre combination, and even more intrigued by the proprietor… So some people came by just to see what it was like. And to their surprise in many cases, the grilled food was pretty good, and the tailoring was excellent. So people came and then they came again and again.-
[21:37] <Minaplo> [On entering, he'd see Mr. Blue standing behind the bar. He expertly prepared some type of cocktail for a customer, shaking the mixer vigorously before pouring a light blue liquid into a shallow glass, handing it to a tallish, pale black-haired man, who took it and left. After that, Mr. Blue wandered over to the back of the bar, where he began to work on hemming some sort of outfit- a puffy white button-up shirt and a bright blue vest, with a dark blue mini- very mini- skirt.-
[21:39] <Minaplo> [Sera would soon see a demonstration of this outfit- shortly after he entered, a waitress (or so it seemed) quickly moved towards him; a woman in her twenties, hard-heeled shoes making little clop-clop sounds on the wood-panelled floor, her dark blue mini-skirt ending just a little bit above a pair of black high socks, leaving a small gap of flesh. The vest- or as Sera now saw, was actually a corset- did much to amplify the woman's bust. "What can I get you, sugar? A seat?"]
[21:42] <Sept> "Yeah, thanks," he nodded to her, looking around at the odd little establishment. "Just looking for a bite to eat."
[21:46] <Minaplo> ["Not a worry, hon. Here, there's a free seat…"-
[21:46] <Minaplo> [She guided him over to an empty cushioned bench-seat up against a wall, partially shielded from prying eyes by a short partition separating a cluster of these types of seats and tables from the others. She handed him a menu.-
[21:48] <Minaplo> ["Today's special is the grilled butter chicken kebabs on a bed of fried jasmine rice."]
[21:49] <Sept> "How special is it?"
[21:51] <Minaplo> ["Well, hon, it's so special that it won't stick around without an invitation." She laughed. "Mr. Blue's running a different special every day this week, and you can vote for the special you liked most on Sunday. The one with the most votes stays."]
[21:56] <Sept> "Exclusive," Sera mused. "That sounds very good, thank you. We'll start with the special."
[21:56] <Minaplo> ["One special. Would you like any drinks with that, sugar?"]
[22:01] <Sept> "Yeah, if you could recommend a wine with that, I'd take a glass. And another one of water, I guess. Doctors said I should be careful with hydration. I think they're making it up."
[22:03] <Minaplo> [She laughed. "Not a worry, hon. Hm… Can I recommend the Sparkling Brother Special? They found a cache of wine in the lower decks and they said we could have it, so."]
[22:04] <Sept> "I…"-
[22:04] <Sept> "Yeah. Sure."
[22:05] <Minaplo> ["One special, one glass of Sparkling Brother, and one water. I'll be back soon, hon."-
[22:05] <Minaplo> [She clop-clopped away, leaving Sera alone to study the crowd.]
[22:11] * Sept browsed the menu for a moment, then put it down and leaned back on the wall. He reached inside his shirt for a notebook to leaf through instead.
[22:11] <Minaplo> [What was in the notebook, Sera-kun?]
[22:20] <Sept> The scribblings of a madman trying to make sense of his conspiracies over the years. It was more of a memento, now. The earlier stuff was like looking at your elementary school drawings. It would've been mostly indecipherable to anyone else — not because of the rudimentary code it was written in, but because of the way it was organized. There had been times when it had functioned as more
[22:20] <Sept> of a diary, too. "Imperative One ruined everything". "What does Gendo want?". "Free Ginevre".
[22:26] <Minaplo> [And so the first few minutes would pass with Sera absorbed in his own crazy little cookbook.-
[22:27] <Minaplo> [The waitress returned, bearing a glass of wine and a glass of water, which she placed down on the table. "There you go, hon. Your special will be out in a little bit."-
[22:27] <Minaplo> [She walked off, off to serve some other table- but just by glancing up at her Sera would see Mr. Blue, back on the bar, holding up the waitress's uniform to a girl.-
[22:28] <Minaplo> [Sera could only see her back, yet there was a tingle of recognition in there…-
[22:28] <Minaplo> ["Y-You want me to wear this?! No way! It's… It's lewd."-
[22:28] <Minaplo> ["It's not that bad. You didn't tell me you were raised by Mormons in your application!"-
[22:29] <Minaplo> ["That's because I wasn't!"-
[22:29] <Minaplo> ["Then who? Which brand of home-grown crazy puritanism did mummy and daddy subscribe to?"-
[22:29] <Minaplo> ["I dunno! I don't even know who they are!"-
[22:29] <Minaplo> [… The voice and the conversation cemented it. It could be no one else…-
[22:29] <Minaplo> [But Viviane.]
[22:37] <Sept> And neither Blue nor Sera were bleeding yet, so it was the real one, to boot! Once this had all sunk in for Sera, he got up and headed over. "Yo, Blue."
[22:44] <Minaplo> ["Yo, if it ain't my bosom buddy de Pteres the Perpetually Pissed! I saw you come in, how's it hangin'?"-
[22:45] <Minaplo> [Viviane turned to look at Sera, her forehead creasing in either thought or irritation.]
[22:50] <Sept> It was difficult not to get distracted with her there. "Look, there's obviously some kind of misunderstanding here. She doesn't need a -job-." He turned towards her. It felt highly surreal. "Do you… -want- to work here? I get that there might not be that much to do on the ship, but."
[22:52] <Minaplo> ["Everyone else has a job." Said Viviane. "Everyone who can work at least. I can't do much, but I want to help, and Mr. Castillo said that it'd be good for me to get work experience. But I applied here, and now he wants me to wear that!"-
[22:53] <Minaplo> ["I enforce a strict uniform policy." Said Mr. Blue airily. "If you don't want to wear it, apply elsewhere."-
[22:53] <Minaplo> ["But you're the only place on the Promenade that's hiring!"-
[22:53] <Minaplo> ["Dear dear, is that so?" He clucked his tongue. "Sounds rough."]
[22:58] <Sept> "Do you still- I mean, you don't…" Sera tripped over himself trying to act his part. "Look, you play, right?"
[23:00] <Minaplo> ["Play?"]
[23:03] <Sept> "Music! She- you're good at it, aren't you?"
[23:03] <Minaplo> ["Um…" She went a little white.-
[23:03] <Minaplo> ["Y… Yes, but how did you know?"-
[23:04] <Minaplo> [Mr. Blue leaned forward, speaking in a stage whisper. "Look out, Vivi, you've got a stalker…"-
[23:04] <Minaplo> ["What-?!"]
[23:11] * Sept sidestepped that one for now, focusing on Blue. "She'll be your in-house performer. You'll start her out on your slower weekdays, and when you find she's good enough, have her open for you on Sundays, your clientele'll have more of a reason to come in for your votes."
[23:32] <Minaplo> ["Sounds good to me." Said Mr. Blue swiftly.-
[23:32] <Minaplo> ["B-But wait! What about the uniform!?"]
[23:35] <Sept> "He'll come up with something more tasteful," he said, still looking at Blue.
[23:38] <Minaplo> [Mr. Blue let out a long-suffering sigh.-
[23:38] <Minaplo> ["Fine. I'll let you wear a special Performing Uniform."-
[23:38] <Minaplo> ["What's that like?" Viviane asked warily.-
[23:38] <Minaplo> ["Long slinky satin blue dress?"-
[23:38] <Minaplo> [She gave him an awkward look.-
[23:38] <Minaplo> ["Fine. It'll be a boring ol' tux."]
[23:44] <Sept> "Well. -You're- both welcome. Everything clear now?"
[23:48] <Minaplo> ["Yep." Said Mr. Blue.-
[23:49] <Minaplo> ["No!" Said Viviane, scowling. "H-How do you know what I do? Who do you think you are, anyway, trying to decide something like this for me!?"]
[23:53] <Sept> "Right," Sera nodded to Blue. "I think," he glanced back towards his table. "I have a lunch over there. We can talk while I eat it, if you insist on it."

cont'd

(11:54:19) Minaplo: ["T… This isn't some weird pickup scheme, is it?"}
(11:59:49) Sept: "A… no. It's not." He just headed back for his table.
(12:00:29) Minaplo: [Viviane watched him go, turning back to Mr. Blue helplessly. Blue gave her a pointed look.-
(12:00:46) Minaplo: [A minute later, Viviane would walk over to the table, plopping down on one of the seats opposite Sera.]
(12:07:07) * Sept , meanwhile, had his gloves off for easier utensil manipulation, and was getting started on the very special special. "Hello. I'm Sera. I used to pilot Evangelions for a living."
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(12:15:18) Minaplo: ["I… I see. So you used to be an Eva pilot?"-
(12:15:27) Minaplo: [She seemed more confused or apprehensive than impressed or awed.]
(12:16:07) Sept: "And you are?"
(12:17:00) Minaplo: ["Viviane Fournier."]
(12:24:36) Sept: "It's nice to meet you, Viviane. I'm sorry about getting involved like that, but I would've hated to see you miss the opportunity.
(12:24:40) Sept: "
(12:27:15) Minaplo: ["Thanks, I guess."]
(12:29:46) Sept: "You're welcome. We used to go to school together."
(12:29:56) Minaplo: ["D…"-
(12:30:03) Minaplo: [She leaned back a little, staring at him. "Did we?"]
(12:33:25) Sept: "Yeah. You don't remember?"
(12:33:40) Minaplo: ["No…"]
(12:36:23) Sept: "Did something happen?" Sera didn't look up at her with that. Although concentrating on his food didn't help him notice the taste at all, either.
(12:37:21) Minaplo: ["I was in an accident awhile ago, and I lost my memory."]
(12:41:28) Sept: "Yeah. And they haven't told you anything..?"
(12:46:15) Minaplo: ["They told me some things, but mostly they want me to focus on regaining it by myself, because they said if they just told me everything, I could get false memories."]
(12:49:13) Sept: "…yeah, I guess that makes sense." Sera tried the wine, probably brewed in the used Brother Pits or something.
(12:51:04) Minaplo: [Actually, the wine was sweet and clean.]
(12:55:43) Sept: "So why… -how-, did you get here? You said Castillo-Delgado was your doctor, didn't you? Did he bring you with him?"
(12:58:01) Minaplo: ["No, my home was in NERV HQ. I was kept in the psych ward. When the big… Battle happened the other day, Yanmei- you know Yanmei? Of course you do, she's a pilot- she rescued me and got me outta there. She brought me here after that."]
(13:02:47) * Sept looked at her with a dark expression for a moment. "Of course she did. You're… alright, though, right? You didn't get shot or anything?"
(13:10:40) Minaplo: ["Uhh, there was this battle where a bunch of guys used this strange grenade that created a gas…"-
(13:11:09) Minaplo: [She gingerly patted her leg. "I freaked out and thought this big tentacle was attacking my leg, so I stabbed it, but as it turned out, all I did was stab myself over and over…"]
(13:17:12) Sept: "…shit. Sorry about that."-
(13:18:48) Sept: "…having a knife on hand was probably irresponsible to begin with."
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(13:22:10) Minaplo: ["Actually, it was a sword. Yanmei gave it to me in case I needed to protect myself."]
(13:29:19) Sept: "Yeah. Well, you made it out, I guess."
(13:29:42) Minaplo: [She nodded. "No harm done in the long run, I suppose. It was terrifying, but it's done with now!"]
(13:33:22) Sept: "That's a good outlook. So, what are you gonna do with your job?"
(13:34:36) Minaplo: ["Uh… Earn a little money, I suppose. See how things are. Entertain people now."]
(13:40:05) Sept: "Mhm. You got everything you need to start out?"
(13:40:28) Minaplo: [She nodded. "I have a room, some money… Yanmei's there to support me too if I needed it."]
(13:44:49) Sept: "Great. It'd be impolite to drop someone on a ship like this all of a sudden and just leave them to fend for themselves."
(13:45:04) Minaplo: ["Yeah, I suppose it would."-
(13:45:15) Minaplo: ["So… That's how you knew about my playing? From school?"]
(13:48:35) Sept: "Yeah. Well, no… I might not have gone that far just for that."
(13:49:44) Minaplo: ["… Eh?"]
(13:52:05) * Sept looked at her squarely. "Would you believe me if I said I'd seen it in the future?"
(13:52:30) Minaplo: ["S… Seen what in the future? My playing?" She looked… Uncomfortable.]
(13:54:45) * Sept smiled. "Put it another way. As pilots, all we do- all -I- do every day is worry about and fight for changes in the world that are so abstract they barely mean anything to most people. Intentionally or not, we wrap up millions and millions of people in our conflicts surrounding those key changes."-
(14:00:06) * Sept took a pause to finish his wine. He steepled his mismatched hands between them and continued. "So seeing actual change in the world, however small, can be an immeasurable relief. And if depriving you of part of your journey lets even one more person be entertained by you, I'll do it, the selfish man I am. Don't disappoint them, Viviane."
(14:02:09) Minaplo: ["Uh…"-
(14:05:25) Minaplo: ["So… You want me to play for other people, then. And play for them a lot, even if it means I'll lose something in the meantime?"]
(14:11:33) Sept: "Heh. Just do what you like. I already got my fun."
(14:13:37) Minaplo: ["… S-So what was all that even about? Do you want me to do what you want or what I want? Or are they the same thing?"]
(14:22:22) * Sept looked back at her, seemingly confused for a moment, as well. "I want you to find what you want to do. I don't know what that is. This sort of thing is probably very difficult for you right now. But you have to figure it out for yourself."
(14:27:48) Minaplo: ["Oh… O-Okay. I'll keep that in mind."]
(14:28:47) Sept: "It's probably the sort of crap you're tired of hearing from Felix, but there you go."
(14:29:38) Minaplo: ["H-heh. Mr. Castillo's actually pretty good with it. He knows when you're a little tired of hearing things…"-
(14:29:42) Minaplo: ["… Can I have a skewer?"]
(14:35:10) Sept: "…sure? There's not much left, but you can have it if you want." Sera pushed the plate over, taking a sip of his water.
(14:35:22) Minaplo: ["Thanks!"-
(14:36:04) Minaplo: [Viviane tucked into the meal. She took a chicken kebab, rolled it in some of the left-over sauce, then rolled it in what remained of the rice, letting it coat the meat. Then she began taking little bites from it.-
(14:36:25) Minaplo: ["Er… I should thank you properly, I guess." She admitted. "I really did want to work here, you know, but those outfits…"]
(14:37:46) Sept: "You don't like the attention?"
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(14:44:28) Minaplo: ["Well… It's not like I don't necessarily like -attention- per se, but…" She flushed, shifting around in her chair.-
(14:45:32) Minaplo: ["It just seems a little… Crass. That corset thing would probably get uncomfortable, and it'd push up my- my chest, you know, and that skirt- if I fell over in that skirt, just about everyone behind me'd be able to see up it, you know…"]
(14:48:38) Sept: "Yeah, I know what you mean. Could probably safely blame Blue's taste for it."
(14:50:35) Minaplo: ["No doubt. He probably thinks it'll bring in the male clientele… Maybe show off some of his outfits at the same time…"]
(14:53:40) Sept: "They do the same thing to pilots, you know. You could ask Yanmei about it."
(14:54:12) Minaplo: ["Really? What the heck? How would they…?"]
(14:58:55) Sept: "Merchandising, mostly. Reinforce it with the design of the plugsuits… the revenue's most likely paid for a few trashed cities. Reprehensible, but somehow effective. NERV."
(15:04:04) Minaplo: ["…"-
(15:04:22) Minaplo: ["Merchandising… Like… Pinups?"]
(15:05:36) Sept: "Most anything you can imagine."
(15:07:11) Minaplo: ["They wouldn't…"]
(15:08:49) Sept: "Mm."
(15:10:11) Minaplo: [Viviane focused on eating the rice and kebab in silence for awhile.-
(15:10:35) Minaplo: [Eventually, however, she spoke up. "So… Uh, Mr. Blue's waitress outfits. Are… They your thing, or?"]
(15:16:35) Sept: "Um?" He looked at her oddly for a moment. "I don't know. I guess not. I'm usually too preoccupied to notice what people are wearing."
(15:16:55) Minaplo: ["Really? You must be pretty preoccupied. What's on your mind so much?"]
(15:25:47) Sept: "Sometimes it's my mind, not what's on it. Brain stuff. And family matters, I guess. Traditions, who gets to pick up the mantle, that sort of stuff. I worry."
(15:26:07) Minaplo: ["Ah…"-
(15:26:37) Minaplo: ["Well, you should probably put some time aside to forget about it, you know, even if the idea of doing that seems really hard, just pick a few hours to watch a movie or read a book… That's what I get told, anyway."]
(15:30:08) Sept: "Yeah, I know. And it's true."
(15:30:24) Minaplo: ["I could loan you a few of my books or movies…"]
(15:34:29) Sept: "I… shouldn't. I already have a backlog of stuff from people."
(15:38:43) Minaplo: ["Oh, ok. If you ever want to, though, let me know."-
(15:39:04) Minaplo: [She polished off the last of the rice, pushing the empty plate back to Sera. "I should get going. I'll see you around, ok?"]
(15:40:32) Sept: "Sure. See you, Viviane."
(15:41:41) Minaplo: [She gave him a bright, happy and- curiously- carefree smile, before getting to her feet. She quickly walked out of the grill, giving him a little wave before leaving his sight.]
(15:46:30) * Sept watched her leave, then took out his notebook again. He eyed the bar idly, waiting for people to clear out.
(15:53:12) Minaplo: [A few minutes later, someone else would shadow his table and floor.-
(15:53:22) Minaplo: ["That went well, eh? Eh?"]
(15:59:28) Sept: "Yeah. This'll be good for her. And she'll probably do well. Can I ask for a favor?"
(15:59:40) Minaplo: ["What?"]
(16:02:56) Sept: "I think I'll clear it with her psych first, but… I'll organize an instrument for her. I'd appreciate it if you could get it to her, maybe you had it lying around, maybe you had it made for her. This is a very delicate situation. That okay?"
(16:04:07) Minaplo: ["Sure, -but-, you gotta do a favour for me."]
(16:04:15) Sept: "Yeah?"
(16:05:07) Minaplo: ["You have to spruik. Go around and tell people that you think my place is the best place on the Promenade. Stand in the middle of the Promenade and just shout it out, slip it into general conversation… Maybe I could get a little video of you saying it, too?"]
(16:13:43) Sept: "Done, as long as Felix is fine with it. And you have to understand there's to be no cupiding here. This is penance, not romance."
(16:14:31) Minaplo: ["Lame." Declared Mr. Blue firmly, sitting down on Viviane's vacated seat. "Pray tell, what penance is this? What terrible wrong did you inflict on her, eh?"]
(16:17:24) Sept: "Mm." Sera flipped through his well-worn notebook for a moment, opened it up to the right spot and pushed it over.-
(16:20:08) Sept: This was probably the most vigorously-filled-in opening. It seemed like there were several layers of the text, overlapping over and over.-
(16:21:53) Sept: The words themselves were in plain English and French, indicating this as one of the older scribblings, but it also seemed like it had been filled in over a much longer period of time.-
(16:25:07) Sept: "I didn't let go". "I didn't hold on tight enough". "I couldn't protect her". "I didn't kill her when I could". "I wasn't strong enough".-
(16:26:56) Sept: "I lied to her". "I didn't lie well enough".
(16:27:24) * Sept shrugged. "Pick any one."
(16:28:23) Minaplo: [Mr. Blue peered at them.-
(16:28:26) Minaplo: ["Well."-
(16:28:55) Minaplo: ["You know, I'm crazy, and I save Yanmei's life, and she hates me for it. You're nuts, and you nearly kill her boyfriend, and she doesn't hate you at all. Ain't that just the unfairest?" He shook his head.-
(16:29:11) Minaplo: ["So… I gotta ask, and this is important now- which one are you doing penance for? You can't do penance for all of 'em."]
(16:33:55) Sept: "I also gave her a giant robot and the power to change the world," Sera said to play for time.-
(16:42:15) Sept: "… she never had a chance to ask me. It's not right to tell her the truth out of the blue and then ask her to cope with it. I just want her to have that choice. She could've made it just fine back then, and she can soon enough again. Sufficient?"
(16:50:35) Minaplo: ["Funny." Said Mr. Blue with a grin. "That's how it always starts, you know. 'Telling them now would do more harm than good', then time passes, and it just keeps goin' on… Ah, well. It's usually true, the main hope is whether your consciences can take it."-
(16:51:15) Minaplo: ["Lemme ask you a question. If she starts makin' choices, y'know, like you want her to, and she chooses to have you in her life, y'know… What'll you do?"]
(16:56:29) * Sept sighed. "I do not know. It doesn't… seem possible."
(16:56:49) Minaplo: ["Do ya want it to happen?"]
(16:59:26) Sept: "One step at a time. I just… wanna hear her play."-
(16:59:38) Sept: "Heh. 'That's how it always starts', right?"
(17:00:32) Minaplo: ["Shit like that always starts from good intentions." Blue grinned.-
(17:00:57) Minaplo: ["Now, do you mind if I have a quick flick through this book of yours? I wanna see somethin'."]
(17:06:24) * Sept eyed him suspiciously.-
(17:07:52) Sept: "Yeah, fine. Not that you could read that much of it."
(17:09:05) Minaplo: ["Prob not."-
(17:09:23) Minaplo: [He took the book, first flicking to the first page, then flicking rapidly through the rest. How much of the book was full?]
(17:13:50) Sept: All of it — this one had outlived its use some time ago, now only used when amending older notes.
(17:14:05) Minaplo: ["How many other books ya got like this?"]
(17:16:41) Sept: "Maybe three, total. I had a sweet wall of stuff in Paris, but they took it away once when I was dead and wasn't looking."
(17:17:11) Minaplo: ["Yeah, that tends to happen. How much of those books are made up of regrets?"]
(17:20:30) Sept: "Mm. One third? The rest's about a 1:1 ratio of paranoia and actionable intel."
(17:21:07) Minaplo: ["Right." He closed the notebook up, slapping it against his palm thoughtfully.-
(17:21:27) Minaplo: ["So three books, so about a book's worth of regret, paranoia and intel."-
(17:21:44) Minaplo: ["I'll be back in a minute." He said, tossing the book down and walking off.]
(17:28:25) Sept: "…right." Sera leaned back to wait, leaving the book on the table.
(17:29:31) Minaplo: [Mr. Blue returned a few minutes later, carrying a notebook quite similar to Sera's own.-
(17:29:49) Minaplo: [The difference was that the notebook was completely blank and still had the '3 Francs' sticker on the back.-
(17:32:07) Minaplo: [He placed it down on the table. "A regret is some shit that you wished didn't happen, righto? Like, it's something that happened, and you wished something else had happened… Sometimes you'd do anything to change that."-
(17:35:10) Minaplo: ["Now, what you right in this book are anti-regrets." Said Mr. Blue, nodding sagely. He sat down. "Like, you wanna change a regret. But an anti-regret, you -don't- wanna change. Something you're happy with, either around you or something you did."]
(17:35:15) Minaplo: <write*>
(17:39:25) Sept: "Hah. Clever."
(17:41:05) Minaplo: ["That's me. Here." He flipped the book open, to the first page, and took out a pen from his coat. It was green.-
(17:41:21) Minaplo: ["Your first entry can be 'I like Viviane's music'. Go on."]
(17:45:12) * Sept laughed. "I -know- what I like, Blue."
(17:48:17) Minaplo: ["Prove it." Said Mr. Blue. "Not to me, but yourself. Write it down, write it all down in that book, and then later on, when you're flickin' through your doomsday book or your Big Book of Tinhattery, you'll turn to this book and see all the good shit and you'll feel a little better about things."-
(17:48:35) Minaplo: ["Or what, your regrets are more important than your anti-regrets?"]
(17:58:54) Sept: "Well, no, but-" Sera started, and stopped. He crossed his arms. "They're more secret."
(18:00:58) Minaplo: ["All the more reason to write 'em down." Said Mr. Blue, grinning. "The human brain loves that. 'Oh, this stuff is secret, so I'll write it down somewhere'. It gets a real kick outta it. Besides, some of that shit might be so secret, you might not even realise it 'til you start lookin'."-
(18:01:23) Minaplo: ["And hey, think about it like this. If you doink yer head and lose your memory, someone can just give you that book and you'll know at least what the fuck you're tryin' to fight for."]
(18:10:37) * Sept raised his hands a bit in resignation. "…yeah. Sure. I agree. Hiding 'em deeper in my brain probably hasn't saved anyone."
(18:10:58) Minaplo: ["Addaboy." He grinned, pushing the book closer to Sera.-
(18:11:27) Minaplo: ["Now, 'cuz it's such a brilliant fuckin' idea, I decided I'd do it too." He took out another notebook, identical to Sera's own, and opened it up to the first page. He withdrew another pen- this one blue- and began to write.-
(18:11:54) Minaplo: ["I… Like… the sparkle… In Viviane's eye…" He mumbled as he wrote. "And the spring in her step…"]
(18:16:01) Sept: "I hate your fucking guts." Sera scribble something in the notebook, and stacked it on top of his other one. "And that sparkle's not what you think it is."
(18:16:41) Minaplo: ["Oh?"]
(18:21:47) Sept: "Mystic eyes of death perception."
(18:23:30) Minaplo: ["That so?"-
(18:23:39) Minaplo: [He considered this for a moment, then scribbled something out.-
(18:23:55) Minaplo: ["I… Like… The sparkle… of Viviane's… Mystic eyes of death perception…"-
(18:24:41) Minaplo: ["There. Now, should I write about the graceful swell of her pert breasts and the alluring curve of her calf, or is that a bit too Chris Hansen?"]
(18:26:59) Sept: "It absolutely is, but your clone fetish trumps that already."
(18:28:38) Minaplo: ["My… Er, what?"]
(18:30:01) Sept: "Ayanami. Her circumstances are much more problematic, PR-wise."
(18:30:58) Minaplo: ["But, and this is critical: I don't actually have a clone fetish." Said Mr. Blue sagely. "Especially not for Mistress Rei, nossir. If I -did-, though, would that mean that Alphy-boy has one too?"]
(18:36:52) Sept: "Sure. And a Thing with Viviane wouldn't even begin to compare to the alleged depth of Misato's relationship with Guillory. What I'm saying is there seem to be precious few people giving a fuck about that sort of thing."
(18:40:19) Minaplo: ["Hmmm."-
(18:40:27) Minaplo: [He considered this, then shrugged and went back to writing.-
(18:40:48) Minaplo: [He wrote for a minute or so, before tucking his pen away and looking up, suddenly staring directly into Sera's eyes.]
(18:43:18) * Sept looked back, silent for a moment. "Do I have that sparkle too? I'm technically not a clone anymore, you know."
(18:44:04) Minaplo: ["What are you then, technically? Be specific, my boner depends on it."]
(18:45:17) Sept: "…"-
(18:48:52) * Sept turned away, snorting in laughter. "Fuck, you don't need that encouragement. You were gonna say?"
(18:51:06) Minaplo: ["I was gonna say. Maybe we should have Viviane do the music for your video ad, you know… Show off the estab's goods. And! You can wear a custom handmade outfit. And eat a burger or something."]
(18:54:17) Sept: "What, are you going to have 30 seconds during the Super Bowl? Ugh. We'll discuss that later."
(18:55:02) Minaplo: ["I was thinking of just hijackin' the comms system during one of Glorious Leader's speeches to the world. Between you and me, it'd be cheaper than the fuckin' Superbowl."]
(18:56:50) Sept: "Right. I'll ponder the depths I'm willing to sink to for this." He got up. "I'll see you."
(18:57:36) Minaplo: ["Seeya!"-
(18:57:46) Minaplo: [And Mr. Blue was already off, bouncing back to the bar to shake up a cocktail.]

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