1. [Roger has been pretty busy recently, and the reason for that is that he got another job from Paradigm Corp a few days ago - one would have to ask him for details, but it's apparently to look for a dangerous terrorist who announced something is going to happen on Heaven's Day (which is Paradigm's equivalent of Christmas, pretty much). For details, one would have to ask the negotiator himself.]
I see. Was it contact with the outside world, or an awakening Memory? I can only guess.
[Roger closes a book he was reading. The Book of Revelations, to be precise. What is that about?]
2. [Patrolling the streets of Paradigm, either on foot or in a car. The city is busy, full of holiday decorations and people doing shopping and other preparations for Heaven's Day, but also policemen, looking for suspicious things. Roger also obtained some references as to what to look for - a photo of an old man, the supposed terrorist, and a specific design of a Heaven's Day card, one that was sent in by him. The decorations and crowds seem to put Roger in a bad mood, though.]
I don't care much for this time of year. Did you find anything unusual?
I see. Was it contact with the outside world, or an awakening Memory? I can only guess.
[Roger closes a book he was reading. The Book of Revelations, to be precise. What is that about?]
2. [Patrolling the streets of Paradigm, either on foot or in a car. The city is busy, full of holiday decorations and people doing shopping and other preparations for Heaven's Day, but also policemen, looking for suspicious things. Roger also obtained some references as to what to look for - a photo of an old man, the supposed terrorist, and a specific design of a Heaven's Day card, one that was sent in by him. The decorations and crowds seem to put Roger in a bad mood, though.]
I don't care much for this time of year. Did you find anything unusual?
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[Soon, the sax player (not present: creepy Santa) departs, and Roger and Dorothy tail him, trying not to get spotted. The trail leads them to the poor parts of Paradigm, outside the dome, into a small, partially dilapilated apartment building. The musician lives on the second floor.]
Don't let your guard down. This could be a trap.
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"Ah, it's you! The man in a suit who liked my music, and the lady!"
"Really? That's great, Oliver! Please, come in. Let's have some tea."
[The second voice, coming from the inside, belongs to a girl with closed eyes.]
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...Sure, let's come in. Dorothy?
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Thank you for your invitation.
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[Roger comments while taking a seat at the table.]
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"You're a smooth talker."
[The girl comments while setting full cups on the table. She's not entirely steady in her movements, however, and she doesn't open her eyes. It's obvious that she cannot see.]
"Isn't he, Laura! It's you two who really make a great couple, though."
[Oliver retaliates.]
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[The musician's question is directed at Dorothy.]
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Your music. Where did you get it from?
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Does this look familiar?
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"Hey, one of those. Every house around here received those cards a few days ago! I don't know who did it, though."
"It might have something to do with the old church. The local elderly often gather there to sing."
[Laura adds.]
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[Roger gets up, ready to leave.]
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[Oliver catches up to the two when they're by the Roger's car already, out of Laura's earshot. He pulls out something out of his pocket - a strange-looking, blue gem.]
"I need to get Laura a Heaven's Day gift. Please, buy this from me! It's valuable, right?"
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You're an artist, aren't you? You shouldn't take the easy way out.
[And off he goes.]
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The old church is a ruin, barely holding itself together. It's obvious the old people come in and sing here thanks to Memories stirring within them, making them remember scraps of their old lives. There's nothing to be found here.]