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[The gentleman walking out of Community Building 1 does not live there, and in fact didn’t even walk in there in the first place. He’s dressed in a suit, tie, and trench coat and is tossing a fedora between his hands. Julian Bell walks through Luceti with a smile, as if this is nothing more than an exceptionally lucky day. He’s keen to explore and peers into every shop, sometimes actually going inside. The library holds his fascination for some time, and he’s delighted to find his own published books of poetry there (even if he’d admit it’s a faintly narcissistic pleasure).

He eventually sits down at the tea shop to read, looking for all the world like this is a vacation day and not the day after his death. That part, he’ll address once this actually sinks in.

At night, he’s at Cloud Nine, enjoying a Scotch on the rocks and a cigarette and listening to the music. For a crappy oppressed town, this place is doing very well!

Eventually, he works past an unusual (for him) nervousness and writes over the journals.]

Am I allowed to take any empty flat, or is that supposed to be assigned?

-Julian Bell

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I hope you find a flat to your liking.

Thank you.

[A hesitation.]

Who is this?

[Maybe his manners slip sometimes. If it were spoken out loud, it couldn't possibly be mistaken for anything pushy, but he hasn't quite gotten used to instant messaging and the dialogue established therein being easy to misunderstand with no tone of voice to go by.]

Just a fellow resident of this place.

[Who isn't giving his name. But he's not going for "completely friendly" right now.]

[Okay, then, he can be that way.] Well, thank-you, Fellow Resident. Good evening.

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