VIDEO:: 1.0 You Can ( not ) Touch. [ backdated: June 30th ]

[fierily]

[ It’s been almost four weeks since Asuka was brought to this place. After speaking to some of her, well… acquaintances from back home, it was safe to say that the fiery redhead wanted absolutely nothing to do with them.  She wanted nothing more but to return back home. She wanted to get back into her Eva and resume her duties as the second child. 

But how could she?  This place was a prison, a place where she was forced to do things. It was Asuka’s hell on earth.

And because of her current feelings for her ‘friends’ and for this place, Asuka had locked herself in her apartment and kept away from any and all human contact. This of course led the girl to fall terribly ill and she was now deep within the 4th stage.  

So the feed starts up and as video became to bed, you will see the girl in bed, wrapped around blankets and whatever else she could find around in her apartment. ]

This stupid fever won’t seem to go away… [ Her voice crack as she finally spoke out, her dull lifeless eyes shifting slowly at the camera. ] 

There’s no way in hell I’ll do what they say…! But, I’m sure someone found a way around this cuddling bullshit? There must be a cure…? If so, please tell me. 

[  And with that, she rolls over and turns her back to the audience. Her shoulders shriving. ]

I don’t think I can take this anymore…  

two (video)

[paraclete]

[Kaworu is sitting at a terminal, again in the common room of his building, and he seems as content as ever. He's also... somewhat poorly dressed, bearing a lovely array of colors which just don't go together. Dark greens, mild oranges, a random smatter of beige... He has what looks like a purple handkerchief tied around his upper arm, too. Kaworu, please.

He says, easily,] Good afternoon. For anyone listening, I wanted to pose a question. I've been enjoying the media center here; it is a good source of wonder. In particular, I've been very pleased with the music that I've found. Though, something's stood out to me: there is no music that I am familiar with from where I came from. Given the great prominence of Bach and Beethoven and Handel, even after hundreds of years, it's very certain that this place is wholly separate. More importantly, [in his opinion,] the only way I can reconnect with that music now is to reminisce on it myself. Or to play some of it myself. Further into town, there's a music shop which houses instruments, and they've indulged me a few times. Still, I've found immeasurable joy in experiencing the new music this place has to offer.

What I'm wondering, then, is if any of you - from different places, since there seem to be so many - have any songs you'd like to share. I'd be pleased to learn them. If you'd care to sing, I think it would be good. It would bring great happiness to all of us, isn't that so?

[And he seems so serene, yet - at the same time, earnest - that he must really believe that such an activity will bestow enlightenment upon these poor kidnapped masses.

Ah, a thought.] That's right. Kaworu may see this as well. If so, Kaworu, why don't we go down and play something together sometime soon? We should talk.