Second Floor Hallway

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.

[identity profile] notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com 2006-02-25 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-02-25 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Sam ran back into her room and got some tissue packs. "Just in case."

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-25 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
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?"

[identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com 2006-02-25 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com 2006-02-25 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Good idea," Elizabeth nodded. "What about flowers? Anyone got any flowers?"