(Untitled)

[fadetonigredo]

Who: Gaignun and Jr.
What: In a rare display of impatience, Gaignun decided to take on his own plan.
When: Tuesday, August 18th, 1:00 AM.
Where: City Hall.
Warnings: The name Gaignun has a silent g in it.

Comments

[fadetonigredo]

"If this isn't a good use of powers, I don't know what is," he answered with a grin.

Even though both were particularly relaxed at the moment, the next statement kept the mood dampened slightly. Without moving from his reclined position on the couch, he said, "We can't let it end here with us, though. There's no guarantee we won't just disappear for this action. We have to find a way to inform everyone."

He rolled ideas through his head, each one sounding worse than the other. "Most importantly, this can't be spread via word of mouth. Information always gets garbled when more people relay it. People may not believe our version of events or a wild claim that we broke into City Hall for that information. And on that topic, we can expect retaliation of some sort if it gets tracked back to us."

He laid a forearm over his eyes while he ran more ideas around. Abruptly, he sat up, but it was only to peel his shirt off before lying back down and putting his arm over his eyes again. Even with his businessman alterego cultivated to a fine point, certain URTV values had stuck with him. One of them was that even if his skills got rusty, he still kept his body in top physical condition; a slightly unusual trait for a highly successful entrepeneur and director.

[bulletserenade]

"I never intended for it to end with us. Even if they somehow find out and kick us out of this place, we have to let everyone else know. We owe it to them." Jr. was also thinking about possible ways to let the other residents know about the diary, but all he could focus on was the thrill of being in the air and playing lookout for Gaignun. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had so much fun, and it was distracting him greatly.

"Maybe we could make copies and pin them up all over the town?" If I could still fly, I could just toss them around from the air... that would be awesome. "Or we could set something up at the coliseum. Exclusive info for whoever wins a tournament, that kind of thing. Then they'd do our work for us!"

[fadetonigredo]

"I like the idea of setting up copies. Spread them out so that everyone sees them multiple times over. The tournament idea, however, doesn't work - there's no guarantee whoever wins would share the information, and claiming exclusive information on the gods and using it as tournament prize cultivates the impression that we know more about Memento Eden than we do."

He stopped for a moment to get up and get himself a drink from the fridge. "And since we're a bit more visible around the island than the Mayor, guess where all fact-finding missions like this would be targetted in that case." He paused as he opened up the fridge and looked in. "Want something while I'm up?"

[bulletserenade]

"Yeah, that's a good point. Making copies would be better, anyway. Only... are we gonna have to write them all by hand?" Thinking about all that writing made him suddenly miss the Kukai Foundation much more.

Suddenly all this was no longer fun. He was still excited about spreading the word of what they'd found, but all the tedious work and the secretiveness made it seem less like an adventure and more... real. "Yeah, grab me another of whatever you're having." He leaned back farther in the chair, propping his head up with his arms and thinking about who he could get to write out copies for him.