<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/ry6Z69m.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Angels in Vienna</strong></span></span></div><br/>Scene Music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFyBpHv5tnQ)<br/><br/><strong>Note:</strong>Although I could use Google Translate to convey a scene containing many tongues, as a monolingual English speaker I am reluctant to butcher a translation for readers that may be fluent in such languages. If a character is speaking in a language different from the norm in a scene, the text will be colored differently like so.<br/><br/><strong>English: Black</strong><br/><br/><strong>German: Orange</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Hero Points:</strong>1 (everybody)<strong>Conditions:</strong>None<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pMttUxf.jpeg)</div>Alice Hawkins sighed as she eyed the price tag on the dress.<br/><br/>“I know this isn’t being bought for a visual reference, darling,” she responded. “Vienna is known for its music, not fashion. We’ll be in Italy next month if you want something fancy.”<br/><br/>The cashier, a lady in her mid-20s, awkwardly stood silent for a bit before breaking into the conversation.<br/><br/>”Perhaps you’d be interested in our premium membership? It will save you up to 15% on future purchases.”<br/><br/>Mrs. Hawkins turned to the cashier, speaking in fluent German as she handed back the dress. ”We’ll do just fine with the handbag. Thank you.”<br/><br/>“You can have it once you wear out the old one,” she said as she slung the handbag over her shoulder, “or give it to one of your friends. Tell them it’s a gift.”<br/><br/>Leslie’s smartphone dinged with the sound of a text notification. It was from Zofia, sent via group chat.<br/><br/><em>U in Vienna yet? I am in Alsergrund. Nice place.</em><br/><br/>Her text was followed up by another participant in the conversation.<br/><br/><em>The Freud Museum is there,</em>Harmonia added.<em>It’s true, he’s got dick on his mind all the time.</em><br/><br/><em>Lol,</em>Zofia responded.<br/><br/>The streets of Vienna were busy, like any large city. A parking lot lined up with taxis awaited passengers, and already one of the vehicles was moving as Mrs. Hawkins waved for it.<br/><br/>“Take us to the Tomorrow Technologies center. I already mapped a route to the address in the Landstraße, so I’ll know if you take a detour.”<br/><br/>The driver nodded and bid them in. Mrs. Hawkins popped open her laptop almost as soon as she situated herself.<br/><br/>“I understand Vienna may be a bit far from where we usually go, Leslie,” she said as her manicured fingernails click-clacked against the keyboard. “But I assure you this is an opportunity your father and I cannot refuse. We’ll explain everything once we get there.”<br/>