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You place a slide with a drop of the wine underneath the microscope to see what's going on with it. What you find is quite interesting.
Thousands upon thousands of pollen spores are floating around inside of the wine. Most of them have clumped them into spiky clusters, but a few are flowing freely in the wine. You can make out some very, very distorted images amongst the pollen. They still work, huh?
The images you can make out all involve a <span class="mu-i">party</span> in some way, you think? You see a lot of balloons and candles, but that's about it.
Anthony returns with Lucy in tow. "So, that's wine, right? Mind if I take a swig real quick? That's probably a real good way to see what it does to someone."
"You sure?" You lean away from the microscope. "This stuff might mess you up, man, and I dunno. Last time I gave someone wine from this anomaly, it messed him up."
"W-we can probably o-only give you a t-tiny amount, Anthony. I'm s-sure you understand."
"Yeah, yeah, listen ya two. I've survived worse." Anthony flashes a wry smirk. "It's faster than whatever yer doing here."
You prepare a sip's worth of wine for him to drink. He snatches the beaker you prepared, and he chugs the sample with little regard for what it might do.
At first, nothing happens. You and Lucy glance at each other, wondering if the dose was too small to do anything. His one good eye faintly glows yellow as the wine suddenly kicks in. "Oh. Oh, boy, boy, that's an old memory there."
"Haa." He places the beaker down as he blankly stares at thin air. "<span class="mu-b">I thought I wasn't ever gonna remember this.</span> Please, write what I'm saying, I..." He narrows his eye as he tries to get a better 'look' at the memory. Lucy frantically scribbles down notes while you examine what the wine's doing to him.
His wrinkled, scarred skin has softened ever so slightly. Tiny wisps of hair are now growing on his once bald head. It's as if a bit of youth was blown right back into his old, withered body.
"Shit, think I was 'bout 8? Young little guy, think it's my birthday. My folks just bought their first TV, from the good ol' folks at RCA. Real proud, they were, real proud."
"Cost 'em a pretty penny, yep" He sighs wistfully. "Was watchin' somethin', wasn't much on the TV back then, some old gameshow or what not."
"Was enthralled something fierce by that ol' boobtube. Real, real piece of work. Papa came down to check on me, asked me how it was, ya? Gave me a piece of cake and a tiny cup of beer, said I was man enough to try one."
"Beer and TV, old as time. Tasted like piss to lil ol' me but I drank it to make Papa happy, yep yep." He's rambling like crazy, almost in a trance at the memory. His eye stops glowing yellow, letting him finally snap out of the trance.
"That was nice, yep." He puts the beaker down. "I'll be frank. <span class="mu-b">That was probably one of my better memories.</span> Shame I couldn't remember it until now, eh?"
"It recovered a memory? Are you sure it was actually your memory?"
