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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[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."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam looked down at her white shirt and blue jeans. At least they were both clean and freshly ironed. "Let me slip on a pair of shoes and I'll go with you."

"Er, where are we going?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Um, down a floor," Rory shrugged. "I just got a message telling me to meet Professor Tick in the first floor hallway."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"I didn't even know he had a fish," Krycek said. "But I'm guessing this isn't a 'closed to family' service, then."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Um, no. I gave him the fish for Christmas," Rory said. "And I think he would want people there. I didn't ask."