The message comes by carrier pigeon actually, which is a pretty weird way to deliver a message but of course, it's thematic. A very pretty looking brown pigeon swoops down out of the sky to wherever Sara and Yuna just so happen to be that afternoon and holds out its leg.
The message Sara receives is short and simple:
Got a job for you. Meet me in front of the Saloon this evening. No show, no job. Keep it a secret, rewarded very well.
- Hal
P.S. Burn this.
On the other hand, Yuna receives:
Picked you for a role. You said you wanted to help, this is one of the roles capable of ending the game earlier. Let's see what you do with it. Meet me in front of the Saloon this evening if you accept.
- Sheriff
P.S. Please burn this. Thanks.
And that's it. Of course, if they both choose to listen to their messages, they'll find the Sheriff in front of the Saloon at dusk. They'll be greeted with a tip of his hat and a question:
"Y'all like talking to people, right?"
And then he holds out two small notebooks. Looks like they've been chosen for one of those roles that were mentioned. Good luck.
And this is supposed to make us care... why-- ah, wait, no.
[ SHAKING HER HEAD. ] It's not about us, it's about them being bored, and we can't go home without humoring them, right? Or taking them down, but if they're beyond space and time, I'm guessing that's not really an option.
Exactly. It's an indifference. The best you can do is play well and go home, and never remember this happened. That's why everything here exists in a pocket, outside of the universes you're part of.
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And this is supposed to make us care... why-- ah, wait, no.
[ SHAKING HER HEAD. ] It's not about us, it's about them being bored, and we can't go home without humoring them, right? Or taking them down, but if they're beyond space and time, I'm guessing that's not really an option.
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so much
for the record there isn't even any juice in her glass anymore she's sucking on a straw of air and Staring]
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[ A shrug. ]
You're just bodies.
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Wait a sec, we're forgetting all of this?