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The First Ideal
[Where most people are frantically out and about, trying to find out where they were and what was going on, a strange green-haired boy was sitting on the fountain, inspecting the "relic" he was given.
As he stares, it's clearly more than the curious gaze of the common person. In his mind, he is deconstructing the object, observing how it fits together, what elements make it function. He carefully moves the wire around, seeing how securely it was placed, then dabs his finger on the exhaust pipe to gauge temperature.]
Strange.
[The observation is almost involuntarily expressed, as N isn't apparently looking for anyone to speak to him about it. He runs his fingers over the seams, wondering if it was fit into place or welded. In a very swift and train of thought mutter,]
This shouldn't work.
As he stares, it's clearly more than the curious gaze of the common person. In his mind, he is deconstructing the object, observing how it fits together, what elements make it function. He carefully moves the wire around, seeing how securely it was placed, then dabs his finger on the exhaust pipe to gauge temperature.]
Strange.
[The observation is almost involuntarily expressed, as N isn't apparently looking for anyone to speak to him about it. He runs his fingers over the seams, wondering if it was fit into place or welded. In a very swift and train of thought mutter,]
This shouldn't work.

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[He hops off the crates and extends a hand for this newcomer.]
I'm Takeshi. We're in a virtual reality game called The World, and sadly? There isn't a log out option. I've tried.
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[He'd read something about that, once, as science fiction.]
That would be impressive, for it to simulate even touch and scent. There's no way to disconnect?
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Yeah, isn't it? It's state of the art technology, et cetera, et cetera! Couldn't believe it when I first arrived here, too. I mean, I was on the plane, right? And I hop off for Beijing, and the next thing I knew? BAM! Hello Mac Anu! 'S all weird, and I miss home, but there really isn't a way to disconnect.
The GMs are working on it, though. I think.
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But the rest of what he says seems to add up, really.]
I wasn't aware of what was going on.
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[shrug. he doesn't seem at all bothered by being stuck in an MMO anymore, but he does look a bit homesick.]
But since we can't log out, might as well go with it and have fun, right?
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[He... goes right on ahead, walking off. Not exactly the pinnacle of social skills.]
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[watches him walk off, with a confused expression.]
I'm not an NPC, though...!