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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.

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Jr. hadn't stayed at the meeting much longer than Gaignun had, and really, he'd been ready to leave even before then. He didn't know how long his powers of flight were going to last, and he wanted to take full advantage of them. When he finally made it back to the apartment, he was exhausted and ready for a peaceful night of zoning out.

When Gaignun's mental voice resounded in his head, it pulled him out of a deep sleep - and sent him crashing to the floor of his room. It took him about thirty seconds to form a coherent sentence in order to reply.

This had better be good. What the hell kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into?

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"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!"

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"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?"

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"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.