first. ( audio )

[nothing]

[ The voice is hushed and small, but no less direct for it. ]

Reporting. Met with Ikari-kun and the pilot of Unit-02. [ Kaworu Nagisa, the Fifth Child - she omits him, as something unsettles her still. ] Housing was located, according to instructions. No status problems. I will wait.

[ Silence, as if she forgot to end the recording, until: ]

Requesting information on where to buy clothes. My plugsuit is not useful here.

Comments

[inthejunk]

...Uh. No offense but that didn't happen. It's 2011 and Antartica is still just a big junk of ice far to the South that no one really cares about. I think some penguins live there, and the American Government owns some of it, but that's about it.

[nothing]

No. This was all too real.

If not for you, then it is as you said. Another world.

*chunk autocorrect pls stop

[inthejunk]

Is that possible? Two worlds with all the same places and different dates?

Even if it is, doesn't that negate everything we're supposed to be doing here?

shaking of the fist!

[nothing]

An Earth in an alternate dimension ... it does not seem wholly impossible. [ Not anymore. ]

[inthejunk]

I guess nothing seems wholly impossible these days.

Too bad I can't ask you what was different in your world, since you don't know what mine was like.

[nothing]

Correct.

[ And. More odd pauses. SHE'S REALLY TRYING. ]

Learning of them may be worthwhile.

[inthejunk]

You think so? I know no one ever asked me about policy decisions that might or might not result in the city getting blown up.

[nothing]

Please clarify.

[inthejunk]

Uh. That was a joke. I'm guessing you don't have those by the time Tokyo 3 rolls around?

[nothing]

They exist.

[inthejunk]

But they don't make you laugh?

[nothing]

Humor is subjective.

[inthejunk]

Right. I'll try to think up a math joke next time, how about that?

[nothing]

If you wish to.

[inthejunk]

Not your thing either? Hmm. Maybe you'd better tell me one. Then I think I'll understand.