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What did one bring to a cruise?

That was the question that influenced Gratia Mindaro's every decision as she rapidly packed her belongings into a scrappy, aging suitcase. The faded brown material was fraying slightly, indicating its years of service. Although not a frequent traveler (particularly with her family's limited budget), her great uncle had been, and thus she had found herself as a successor to the suitcase's possession, storing necessities and clothing tightly within in a manner not too dissimilar to how the elder Mindaro had done so with his myriad notebooks and experiments all those years ago. 

However, she only sought to learn from one experimental subject, and so only one notebook was necessary for her.

Her onyx gaze drifted over towards the scroll provided to her by Beacon. Given the presence of her phone, there was little need for its usage beyond the boundaries of the academy. 

However, her parents had hoped for numerous photos of her time abroad.

She decided to take it. 

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Gratia Mindaro slowly halted before the car that Bianca had called in, suitcase held carelessly in her hand as if it were weightless. She glanced momentarily at the prestigious appearance of the vehicle before turning her dark eyes upon her companions for the trip, already present inside. 

"Kept you waiting, huh?" she muttered, voice flat, as she moved to deposit her own luggage in the boot.