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[paradisamods]

The Summer Festival

[ Surprise surprise -- there's a festival in town. It's everything you'd imagine a summer festival is, yet another piece of Paradisa's endless greeting-card scenes, like something out of a classic painting. There are food carts, game stalls, booths selling handmade clothing and jewelry... it goes on and on for blocks, all

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[paradisanator]

[the first is taller, with broader shoulders. He's clad in one of the stolen suits, though the helmet's been replaced completely. Arm raised, palm out, he says to the first, and in a garbled, robotic voice:]

[paradisanator]

[The second is smaller, curvier. She's in another modified suit, watching the scene below. Her voice is low, relaxed, and unfiltered.]

Not just yet ... you'll get the dude with her, too.

[paradisanator]

[paradisanator]

Nah, don't think he'll be jumping in the sack with that little bitch anytime soon. Don't have to worry about him. [she takes a small step to the side]

[paradisanator]

[slight snort, and then:]



[he lines up his palm, carefully...]

[paradisanator]

[though you can't see through the mask, by the sound of her voice, she's grinning now--]

You can bomb my carpet any time, babe.

[paradisanator]

[there's a robotic laugh, and he drops his hand for a second.]

[paradisanator]

Yeah, yeah, you ruin all my fun. [shifts, watching closely ....]

... Any second now.

[paradisanator]

[another chuckle, a scoff, and his attention is turned back to the targets.]