OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

[wrens]

prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.

 

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mason | OPEN | post-Event

[woke]

[ Mason can't remember the last time it rained — properly rained. The atmosphere since the Event has been in a perpetual state of royally fucked which is bad for reservoirs in general but good for him, since he scrapes an existence together by knowing where else the water is. It makes him more of a commodity, less of a target, no longer kill on sight when it comes to his contacts.

Still, occasional rain is always good. If anything, it gives people hope. (Or, on second thought, perhaps that's a bad thing.) In the distance dark clouds are forming and the sky rumbles with far-off thunder. Mason winces out an expression which is probably a smile as he looks away from the business at hand to duck his head low and look off, as if trying to read those storm clouds. ]

Finally.