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] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-02-25 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
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?"

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-02-25 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Dr. Troy?" Alanna fished for a name. "Though I like that nickname. Um, do you know why you suddenly became, um, fall aparty?" Faithful didn't like being ignored, so he jumped at Rory's head. Only he missed and wound up sticking to her arm.

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-02-25 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Faithful yewled in shock and jumped on her head. Then he mewled some more. Alanna blinked. "Faithful, don't rip Rory's arm out of her body." It's really saying something that she had absolutely no emotion in her voice at that statement.

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-02-25 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Magic pizza?" Alanna didn't blink. "Faithful get off of Rory's head. Before it falls of or something." Faithful mewled and jumped into Alanna's arms.