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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[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."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth grabbed her leather jacket. Hey, it was black.

She also grabbed a box of matches. Because that would help with the candle thing.

"All set," she said.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam ran back into her room and got some tissue packs. "Just in case."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek grabbed his own jacket to put on and pulled a baggie out of the pocket because he wanted to carry around something other than coffee beans for his oft-ravenous boyfriend. "Goldfish crackers? Or is that kind of distasteful?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Oh my God, no," Rory said, eyes wide. "Alex, how morbid!"

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

He shrugged. "One man's morbid is another man's lovingly tasty tribute to a loving pet." But he tossed the bag into his dorm before closing the door behind him.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Good idea," Elizabeth nodded. "What about flowers? Anyone got any flowers?"