Story: Oversynch

 

The Angel has been defeated. Or should that be Angels? Whatever. The trio were emerging back in the Geofront feeling pretty proud of themselves. Smug, some might say. Definitely some Asuka rubbing off on the two of them here.

Misato was there too, ready to greet the trio, herself beaming with pride. Honestly, the only thing that could beat this would be an evening of intense fucking using biology that pretty much nobody else on the planet could hope to match. We're talking full on morphing into each other, really kinky shit, the sort they hadn't even thought up words for yet.

Hrm, maybe they should think up words for it...? That was probably Rei speaking up there. Yeah, she was the cold and clinical one that would probably think of something like that...

"Well done!" Misato said, applauding them, and managing to not sound sarcastic in the process. "That was a stellar bit of work from the lot of you. I'm very, very proud."

"Proud enough to let us have a night to ourselves?" Shinji asked. The three of them went full in on the puppy dog eye treatment.

Misato sighed wearily. "Fine, fine!" she said. "But nothing dirty, alright?"

"We promise~" they all said.

"Perhaps we could play Monopoly...?" Rei asked. The three of them bit their lips. Yes, they were all getting the hang of horny Monopoly now... 

"Actually, I have a better idea," Fuyutsuki said. He thrust something into Shinji's waiting hand. "A night out at the amusement park. There, that should keep you out of trouble while I debrief with Katsuragi. Be sensible, won't you?"

Aw, man! An amusement park? Feh! They'd rather stay at home and shag. Then again... Asuka was having some interesting ideas of her own about this turn of events. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all...?

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Misato's plan had been quite simple. Keep those three busy dicking around while she, Kaji and Ritsuko had loads and loads of fun with each other and the bridge bunnies. Unfortunately, that's not how things were working out. Instead: The six of them were standing in Commander Ikari's office. With him in his signature pose, and Fuyutsuki standing next to him.

This is not a nice place to stand when you're doing something you should not be. Commander Ikari gave the mpression sometimes that he was seeing right through you at all times. It was the glasses that were doing it.

And do you know what else wasn't fucking helping?

Ritsuko Akagi had been having sex with this man on the regular! That was not a mental image she needed to have of him! It was making it very fucking difficult for her to maintain the straight face that she needed to maintain if they weren't going to get found out and have unspeakable things done to them!

"You are most likely wondering why I have called you here," the Commander said.

Aaaaaagh!

"The thought did cross my mind, sir!" Misato said. "My only assumption is the pilots?" Please be the pilots, please be the pilots, please, please, please!

"Indeed it is," the Commander said. "They were successful in destroying the Angel through unusually effective coordination and teamwork. This is to be lauded. However, the Sub-Commander and I have our concerns about the long term viability."

"Psychological and physical health is extremely important," Fuyutsuki said, and Misato felt her butthole unclench. "As this is an entirely new condition we had no possibility to prepare for, careful monitoring is essential."

Don't do it, Kaji. Do not dare. She could sense it. That snarky side of him was piping up, wanting to make a crucial observation.

"If that's the case," Kaji asked. Idiot! "Why did you send them off to an amusement park...?"

"The amusement park in question is staffed by our own security," Fuyutsuki said. "They will monitor the three of them and ensure they do not partake in any harmful behaviour."

"But sending them on roller coaster rides - "

"Is hardly more dangerous or adrenaline inducing as combating an Angel," Fuyutsuki calmly interrupted. "Besides which, they are currently being monitored remotely. Doctor Akagi, I know you would like to monitor their vitals personally, but the Commander and I feel that you would be of more use investigating the cause of the gestalt forming in the first place."

"It is our understanding you have already been working on this," Gendo said. "However, we would like you to focus on this task above other normal duties."

All of which made perfect sense - but here's the thing with doing something naughty that you don't want your superiors to know about. Being given tasks like this is a damn fine way to spike someone's paranoia. Do they know? Are they being monitored in secret as well? It's the sort of thing to drive you mad!

Ooooh! Gendo Ikari! Spoiling everyone's fun! Including the pilots, who wouldn't be able to fool around today anymore. Misato felt rather sorry for them, actually. Having to head out like that, unable to relax, unable to unwind, no doubt Asuka was smart enough to feel the same way. The poor things had already had a stressful day of it, and now they weren't even able to relax!

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Rei Ayanami was eating cotton candy. Wearing a blue smock dress, standing by a fence near the cotton candy stall, she stood there. Took a small bite out of it. Her facial expression remained entirely neutral. Where were the other two, you might ask?

Well, right now, Shinji was riding a rollercoaster called 'Second and One Half Impact' which seemed in rather poor taste, but no one at the theme park had asked for his opinion during the naming phase. The coaster lunged forward in violent, disorienting dips—sharp G-forces pressing him into the seat, his mouth open in a scream he wasn't even sure was his own.

Simultaneously, Asuka was on a spinning teacup ride called LCL Whirl. She was aggressively yanking the wheel to make the cup spin faster than the laws of physics or nausea should allow, yelling at a small child in the adjacent cup who was making smug faces at her. "I will destroy you," she muttered, red hair whipping in the wind.

Come to think of it, did anyone even know what LCL meant? Hrm, maybe eventually that stuff would make for something useful for a theme park, if they could figure out a way to make the stuff dirt cheap.

And that’s when it happened.

Rei blinked. Then slowly, her pupils dilated. Her body leaned forward slightly—not of her own volition. A low scream emerged from her lips, though her face remained almost placid.

"I appear to be experiencing vertigo," she said quietly.

Shinji, halfway through a corkscrew loop, suddenly smelled artificial strawberry flavor. He looked around wildly. "Cotton candy?" he muttered, just before centrifugal force took away his breath and his sense of individual self.

Asuka abruptly stopped spinning. “Who’s eating sugar near my pancreas!?” she shouted. Nobody replied. Shinji was a bit too busy holding on for dear sweet life, while Rei was pondering the taste of the cotton candy, and why humans eat this here.

“Okay,” Asuka said, standing up in her teacup, arms raised like a general about to give orders, “This is a stupid idea and I hate it. Rei, Shinji—can you not be in my brain right now? You’re like mildew in my neural wallpaper.”

Back by the fence, Rei slowly took another bite of cotton candy. "This experiment is yielding unpredictable data."

Indeed, that was something all three personalities could readily agree upon. But they were only just getting started. Today, operation Sensory Overload was a go!