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"What?!" Dr. Ritsuko Akagi hisses into her cellphone, unaware that her's is one of the few "NERVE approved" cellphones still able to receive and send phonecalls due to . . . certain factors. Factors like with there being two cellphones per analog with the same phone number, which looks rather . . . odd to the phone company's computers (nulling service to and security was flagged). Or at least it was attempted to be flagged if . . . things weren't so screwed up outside of a few people and places in Tokyo 3! . . . It is a feature that the accountholder, NERV (both the "manga" and "anime" versions of the beast), had demanded of the telephone company in order to avoid possible eavesdropper. How effective such a tactic could be is debatable, but that's by the by. NERV's money was good enough reason for the phone company to do it so it was done. This means that Asuka's (and the others who aren't statues at the moment) attempts at contacting each other via cellphone pretty much are doomed. Oh, there are exceptions to this little dilemma. The elder Dr. Akagi has a cellphone of her own with no analog double to it. However, it's service had been discontinued due to her "death" five years ago. The only reason why Ritsuko Akagi's cellphone worked here was because her manga counterpart's cellphone got broken after it (and it's owner) got thrown bodily into a wall by one Rei Ayanami Quatermain before security protocols snapped into play... Things are kind of hit and miss right now with the automated systems due to . . . certain emissions from Rei I and Tabris, okay? That is why things are so . . .hokey right now. Meanwhile, while a red haired female EVA pilot and a head NERV scientist get on each others nerves... Major Misato Katsuragi groaned and opened her eyes, head feeling like she'd pulled massive drinking binge the night before. The thing is, however, as hung over as she feels she KNOWS that she hadn't drunk (enough) to feel this way! "Oh my head," she groaned, beginning to gingerly pick herself off the floor she found herself on. She pauses in slow confusion as she notices . . . "My place twenty years ago?" her older counterpart (a Sub-Commander by the rank insignia) mutters, confused. While Vice-Commander Misato Katsuragi Kaji still lived in the same flat as she had since HER Tokyo 3 had been displaced to that magical world the natives called Terra, the style of furniture had . . . changed over the years. That and even back then she remembered having a DVD player instead of that VHS tapeplaying . . . .dinosaur over there by the color TV... By that time it dawned upon her that this must be the younger version of herself who owned this place. It was her place, and not a product of some kind of weird time travel. "Misato?" a male voice that Major Katsuragi recognizes coming from the other room. "When did you go and dye your hair? Come on and wake UP, for god's sake!" "What in the hell is your husband talking about and why is he in my bedroom?" Major Katsuragi asks, beginning to get a bit anger at strangers (even if they were analogs of people she knew) snooping around in her bedroom. "I am not in there," the elder Ryouji Kaji muttered, staggering out of the kitchen holding his graying head gingerly. “WARK! WARKK!!!” twin Pen-Pens barked at the invader to their realm and at each other, clearly agitated at the sudden intrusion into their territory. The twin warm water penguins were hardly a threat, but still all the noise the genetically modified birds made the trespassers wince in pain, whatever the case. "I'm gonna have penguin stew tonight," the Sub-Commander muttered, only now remembering how loud her version of the agitated water fowl. Though she missed that special pet of hers for many reason after death and old aged claimed her Pen Pen for many reasons, this had not been one of them. Meanwhile.... “Then who . . .?” the major asks blankly before blinking as a though occurs to her. She dashes over to her bedroom and throws open the door, hangover from . . . whatever . . . temporarily forgotten. "Kauji...." Major Katsuragi whispers. The man in question suddenly looks up from his shaking of the unconscious figure in bed and stares stupidly at the purple haired woman in the doorway, and then back down at the black haired beauty in bed. "Kaji my love," the black haired woman whispered sadly in her sleep. "Did I do the right thing?"
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