Second Floor Hallway

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory, in the midst of trying to put up shelves by holding one arm with the other, got a desperately woe-inducing phone call.

She wandered out into the hallway. "Um. Anyone want to go to a fish funeral?" she called, reattaching her arm.

[ooc: Seriously, there will be a memorial for RT. Feel free to tag along, omg.]

ETA: And fishie doom continues HERE.

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam stuck her head out of her room. "What did you just ask?"

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"Seriously? Pet fish? Or did someone turn into a fish and subsequently die from lack of immediate water?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Professor Tick's pet fish RT just died," Rory said to both of them. "There's going to be a funeral. Run with it."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Krycek said, shrugging. "Something to do, anyway."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Do we need to dress up?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so," Rory said, looking down at her bright green shirt. "We should be okay as is, but if you want to dress up, go for it."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Um? Rory? Did you just ask about a 'fish funeral'?" Elizabeth asked.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Professor Tick's wee little goldfish just died. Want to come?" Rory said.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Elizabeth replied. She looked down at her jeans. "Should I be wearing black?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"It might be a nice touch, but I don't think it matters."

Rory bit her lip, and ducked back into her room, returning with a black shawl and a box of votive candles. "We should do the candle thing, definitely."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Funeral?" Bridge said, poking his head out of his room. "What?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Dead fishie," Rory said solemnly. "Professor Tick's goldfish, RT."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Woe," Bridge said. "I'll come with."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter let Pup drag him onto the second floor in time to hear the announcement.

A fish funeral? Wasn't that usually called dinner?

Fortunately, he had the tact not to ask that aloud.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Hi Walter. Hi...many-eyed dog," Rory said cautiously. "Want to come to a funeral for Professor Tick's goldfish?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

That didn't sound much like dinner.

Pup wandered over and sniffed Rory's feet before looking up at her and wagging furiously.

"I suppose so. To support the professor in his time of grief and all that," Walter said dubiously.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Making one of his periodic escapes, Cam-Mollusc rolled out of an air vent.

/Shiny kitty?/

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it's Cal's thingy!" Rory exclaimed. "I should bring Vladdie."

She dashed back into her room and returned with a slightly drowsy Vladdie.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Cam-Mollusc sploshed in his squid-ball.

/Kitty?/

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Faithful purred. "Can we eat the dearly departed?" From somewhere behind a corner, Alanna's voice rang out. "Faithful!"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Noes!" Rory said fretfully. "How SAD, oh my God."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Faithful blinked at Rory. "Fish die. At least like this, I get something good out of it." Alanna made her way over to Faithful. "No eating the dead fish! Bad talking cat! Hey Rory, what's with the falling apart thing?"

[fates_jaye]

Jaye? Randomly happens to be on the second floor. This sort of thing happens. "Fish funeral?" she asks.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Professor Tick's wee fishie died," Rory said sadly.

[fates_jaye]

"Oh, no," says Jaye, and blinks. Because she's mourning a fish. Whatever, it's Professor Mr. The Tick's fish. "Was it sudden?"