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[@Silvan Haven][@Write][/center]

I should have remembered that yes, of course I could stuff everything into a backpack. Mine was fairly robust as far as they went, and that was without mentioning that I was in all respects a master of packing light, and packing tight.

When you're hauling a week's worth of supplies up a mountain to train at altitude at your local shrine, you quickly learn how to fill space efficiently, is all I'm saying. Granted, I doubt it's cosmopolitan of me to assume everyone has a local shrine.

Or even a local mountain...

[b]"Shirts!"[/b]

Check!

[b]"Shorts!"[/b]

Check!

[b]"Underwear!"[/b]

Check!

I ran through the list as I swiftly folded, shoved, and shoved some more, marking each item of importance off as they entered my lone carry-on. Also, here's a tip on that subject— you can never check your zipper's integrity too often. Every time I got something in there, I made more than sure the bag would hold itself together.

One of the dumber ways to look is "that guy whose backpack exploded when he turned too fast", you know.

In went Laptop-Chan, DS-chan, and all relevant charging cords. I probably wasn't going to end up using them, but you never knew when you'd hit a dull patch.

Even on a cruise. Take no chances!

I threw my head to the side, checking my scroll as it charged. 98%, ten minutes since we'd recieved the tickets.

Good enough. In the cord went. Flip flops and trunks were up next, followed swiftly by a spare pair of socks.

Anything else?

...

Eh, maybe a tanktop. The Sleipnir might have... I dunno, a gym or something?

They made for good loungewear. If you want to judge me, judge me.

[b]"Should be everything."[/b]

I ran through one last check, and then ran much more swiftly out the door.

Five minutes later, I streaked into the courtyard, practically skidding to a halt with my ticket very firmly in hand.

[b]"Ready!"[/b]