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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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Perhaps we will, in time. If you're looking for places to drink, there's Good Spirits, located across the street from Seventh Heaven. Then on the second floor of Seventh Heaven is Cloud Nine, the nightclub. I work there.

[That's more like home!] A club! Is there music?

Yes, there is. Live music every night, classical, jazz, soft rock, a nice mixture.

Sounds perfect! [Even if he has no idea what a soft rock is.] I'll come tonight.

Then perhaps I'll see you there.

Perhaps! If not then, certainly tomorrow night.

I'm sure we'll run into each other at some point or another. If there was currency here, I'd give you a drink on the house. Lacking that, the sentiment will have to do.

Thanks, but I'm sure I'll be fine. I seem to have come to Marxist heaven.

Marxist heaven. That's the first time I've heard this place regarded in that way. You raise an interesting point.

It's a rather dismal religion, but there are worse alternatives.

There always are. I suppose in my time here, I've stopped seeing things in terms of politica. Things [...] are. It doesn't make them right, it doesn't mean we can't do anything to fix things, but there are cycles and there are things that cannot be helped. They are.

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[Written] I am amused.

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