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Who: Whoever might be coming by the shrine room
When: Day 28, Later in the afternoon
Where: Shrine Room
What:

[ so, you'd think some people would REMEMBER about the power-cap after having multiple run-ins with it. but uh, nope, apparently not this guy. have an idiot in a suit passed out from blood loss in the shrine room, Thusia. a-at least it's the shrine room, and not where nature can get to him?

maybe you should take pity on him and heal him or drag him back to his apartment. or maybe you should just pilfer his pockets and leave him there for some other sap to deal with ]

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Something productive! Unless you wanna play the "share a memory" game some more. I got a lot of memories so I'd probably win!

I've got five. I'd lose real quick.

You already went anyway.

How 'bout you, bro, got somethin' to share with the class?

[rolls his eyes, but he does seem to be considering . . .]

I was taught about explosives by my family's doctor.

There you are. A PhD in kaboomology. That sounds like an anecdote or three.

A doc's kinda a funny person ta learn it from. Did he blow it in med school or somethin'?

He was also an assassin.

Geeze, remind me ta never go ta any doctors ya recommend.

Ditto.

He wouldn't treat a guy anyway. . . . And he was a pervert, so I wouldn't recommend him to Excel either.

Ah yes. I have had considerable experience with such doctors in the past...

I don't s'pose you guys want me to cough up a memory. Where would I even start...

Ya've got the most of 'em ta talk about, ya said. Has ta be somethin' that doesn't need too much context.

Or something so crazy we can't even begin to question it.

Once, while adrift at sea in a leaky raft and facing the prospect of a watery grave, I saw a light. Elgala was also present. We swam forward, knowing not whether we would find out salvation or a g-g-g-ghost ship, and were rescued by a floating hotel, which happened to also be a battleship. It was run by this crazy eyepatch guy we knew. I tried to get 'im to let us off on shore, but nooo, nobody listens to Excel! Anywho, ammunition was used irresponsibly, the boat done sank, and we all ended up in prison.

Howsat? Too crazy, not crazy enough?

I'd pi-rate it somewhere in the middle there. Crazy enough context wouldn't help, but not so crazy 'm wonderin' where's the part where someone slipped somethin' in yer drink.

. . . Yeah, that's about right.

How'd you escape the prison?

After a couple months we got a transfer to the ultra-over-maximum-security prison island of death, and while we were on that boat I had El picking our handcuffs, and we were about to enact quite the covert and well-executed escape indeed, ooonly one of the guards attempted to demean me on the basis of my sex, which prompted me to promptly correct him and his stupid face, and there were many bullets and booms, and next thing you know we were getting nibbled by sharks, and then we were saved or damned by a priest with demonic eyes and a razor-sharp bible...

[shudders]