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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noel strange | CONSTANTINOPLE | pre-Event

[affairs]

[ It isn't terribly often that Noel actually goes home. (This is more than understandable, considering how much he has on his plate on a daily basis.)

As such, it's in a state of mild irritation that Noel finds himself standing under the awning that leads out of the offices, a briefcase in one hand, the other held over his eyes as he peers this way and that, his mouth pulled into a thin line. A few moments later, he heads back into the lobby, looking more unimpressed than anything else. ]

I don't suppose you've an umbrella I might borrow, do you?

Re: noel strange | CONSTANTINOPLE | pre-Event

[talons]

[ Zhang Fan is there in the lobby when Noel makes his retreat. She is pulling on a pair of long, impractical gloves, like the kind a woman might wear to the opera. Fingers first, then palms, then wrist, then a long, drawn-out unfurling of fabric all the way to her elbows. The man behind the desk is standing, obediently holding her jacket for her. Whether or not the man knows who she is, or simply thinks it's a good idea to make a nice impression on some general's wife, it isn't clear.

She smiles, small and subdued, at Noel. ]

I do not, Chairman Strange, [ Zhang Fan says and it's true. As it turns out, she doesn't have an umbrella either, but she is nothing if not patient. Good things came to those who waited. (Power, money; sunshine.) ]