DDM11 (Nov 23, 2021)
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Summary of Receipt
1313 questions whether or not using her scrying abilities count as helping Fate out, due to her ties with Fate. She gets a poem about Bartlett, seemingly mentioning that the lights can interfere with time - possibly referring to Cycles. There’s also a mention of a ‘deathlike song’, and an allusion to SWTC03’s last stanza about finding yourself on the Phantom Lane.
Transcript
[BRANCH] PALM BEACH
[SERVER] EMPLOYEE NO. 1313
[DATE] 11/23/21
[INDEX ID] DDM11
[SECURITY] DINER
At the request of No. 611 and No. 2, It would seem I have my own debt come due. My gift, or curse, of ill-fated words, does not come free, though the cost is not what presently concerns me. What worries me instead is that when we take our enemies' tips, are we not just playing into Fate's script? Oh well, I suppose in times like these, we take what we can without the need for a "please." Though, as always, read with an extra dash of cream—things are often much more than they seem.
Concerning Mr. Bartlett, this is the poem that I have spun, though I have the feeling it is not yet done. Both in a sense that his tab remains unpaid and that there are stanzas not displayed. The scheme it chose is a peculiar caffeinated sonnet of CADCADBBCADCAD. Or ABCABCDDABCABC if you lack a sense of glee. I found it a bit esoteric, really, so I made the front-end a bit more frilly. Other than that, this is what we got; and while this is not much, it is not naught. I also couldn't help but notice the ending rings familiar, but it is a tune I do not recollect. Well, that is to say, I remember seeing it in the case of SWTC, but I feel like all good things must come in threes?
Burning lights adorn the sky,
Like embers resting on ancient paper,
Concerning the tapestry of all that is and all that can be.
Deathlike song sung with a heavy sigh,
Exhuming all that exists in its ghastly vapor,
But their breath seems only to further excite thee.
Blooming embers turn into a raging flame,
What if the eager breath is not to blame?
And if the ghost who whispers soft is not to blame;
Would you venture past your earthly coil,
Would you leave this earthly plane?
Would you turn the knob and fan the flame?
Would you watch the sky ignite like oil?
Would you travel down this unknown lane?