The Desolate.   Posted by Fatemaker.Group: 0
 GM, 104 posts
Sat 6 Aug 2016
at 18:08
The Desolate
My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

 GM, 105 posts
Sat 6 Aug 2016
at 18:31
The Desolate
In reply to Fatemaker (msg # 1):

Kaylee's conversation with Wren had been short. The Aerie girl hadn't seemed surprised that Kaylee contacted her so shortly after extending her offer, and promised to make arrangements for whenever she arrived. She didn't ask what happened.

*      *      *

A slight dusting of snow began to fall from the sky like downy feathers as Barry made his way to the truck. Packing and unloading had been tedious with his deformed hands, but he managed. Birds perched atop piles of rubble and skeletal trees, among rooftops and power lines which had been dead for years. He tugged his hood closer and continued on unnoticed, blending into the meager traffic and enhancing his disguise more by picking up refuse along his way to the Aerie.

*      *       *

As Kaylee trudged, weary and hollow, to the Aerie, she noticed a familiar figure being ushered out the front door. Barry had been denied access, as the Aerie only accepted clients with passes after a certain hour of night. Barry, of course not having a pass, and disguised as a garbage-man, had been turned away by the greeters at the door, a blonde woman and a burly man, despite his protests that he had to see Lark about important business.

 Reckoner, 398 posts
Sat 6 Aug 2016
at 18:57
The Desolate
In reply to Fatemaker (msg # 2):

Barry stumbles forward as he's shoved out the door, catching himself as he fell in the snow. These bouncers were unfamiliar with Barry and did not listen to any words at all, emphasizing that he needs a pass to get in this late at night. He can't help but feel ticked and frustrated about the situation. The Reckoners had lost any important cache of information and an important piece EBT.

As he gets up, he cannot help to notice Kaylee, and he waves with a confused expression on his face.

What are you doing here? he thought.

This message was last edited by the player at 18:58, Sat 06 Aug 2016.