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fandomhighdorms2006-02-24 07:52 pm
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First Floor Men's Room, Early evening
[OOC: Please
[OOC: Please
"Egads, Rory, you gathered quite a group," The Tick said upon seeing the students in the hall. He was still holding the fishbowl with RT in it. He was the lone pallbearer.
"Please, come in to pay your respects," Tick said as he walked into the men's room past the sign he had put up.
"Please, come in to pay your respects," Tick said as he walked into the men's room past the sign he had put up.
The Tick walked over to a stall and poured the contents of the fishbowl into the toilet. He then began to speak.
"RT. I spent many days with her in my office. She was a constant friend. A shiny beacon of Justice in the dirty water of life. Until I changed the water. Then she was just plain shiny in clean water."
"But now she's gone. A poor little fishy life, ended by a disease nobody has heard of called 'Tuna Pox.' And I mean nobody. Not even other fish! That's rare!"
"She was an alien, not of this Earth! She told me this yesterday. She wouldn't tell me much about her homeworld, but I imagine there's a lot of water there."
"RT, I will miss you. May you live in wee fishie alien heaven forevermore."
"RT. I spent many days with her in my office. She was a constant friend. A shiny beacon of Justice in the dirty water of life. Until I changed the water. Then she was just plain shiny in clean water."
"But now she's gone. A poor little fishy life, ended by a disease nobody has heard of called 'Tuna Pox.' And I mean nobody. Not even other fish! That's rare!"
"She was an alien, not of this Earth! She told me this yesterday. She wouldn't tell me much about her homeworld, but I imagine there's a lot of water there."
"RT, I will miss you. May you live in wee fishie alien heaven forevermore."
"Does anyone else have any words they'd like to say?"
"Thank you all for paying your respects."
Rory stopped short. "Boys' bathroom," she said hesitantly.
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"Yes. I know RT was a girl, but it's okay. There's a sign," Tick said, pointing to the sign.
Sam nodded solemnly at Professor Tick. "I'm sorry about your fish, sir." She was still holding Cam-Mollusc's ball.
"Well, okay," Rory said, motioning for the others to come in. "Um, I assume that all of us are allowed to be in here? I mean, other than, um, Bridgey and Alex and Walter and the dogs and Faithful and possibly the squid whose gender I do not know, since they're allowed in normally anyway."
Walter and Pup showed up. At the men's room? For a funeral.
Right.
Walter looked up at the big blue men and went with the rote, "I'm sorry for your loss," because what was there to say to a big blue superhero about the death of his goldfish?
Pup sniffed his feet wondering if he wastasty friendly.
Right.
Walter looked up at the big blue men and went with the rote, "I'm sorry for your loss," because what was there to say to a big blue superhero about the death of his goldfish?
Pup sniffed his feet wondering if he was
"Of course. It's the location for a memorial service for now, not a bathroom. There's a sign," Tick said, pointing to the sign again.
Sometimes the call of nature is insistent enough to drown out one's ability to read. This was certainly the case for one unsuspecting Archie Kennedy tonight, as he went barging into the first floor men's room with his hands already fumbling at his pants.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the gathering, and vainly attempted to reclaim some of the dignity that had fallen along with his trousers.
"Oh, hell."
He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the gathering, and vainly attempted to reclaim some of the dignity that had fallen along with his trousers.
"Oh, hell."
"Thank you, Sam," Tick said. "She will be missed."
"Thank you, lad," Tick said. "I appreciate it."
"Do you have any words you'd like to say about the dearly departed, Archie?" Tick asked.
Jaye hasn't been in the men's bathroom here. Huh.
Not that she has a reason, she just finds it weird.
Not that she has a reason, she just finds it weird.
Rory's face could have shone like a beacon in dirty water, like RT.
A very, very red beacon.
"Hi, Archie. We're having a funeral."
A very, very red beacon.
"Hi, Archie. We're having a funeral."
"Dying sucks," Bridge offered solemnly.
Walter cast his respectfully downcast eyes up, then down, then rapidly back up again.
Oh dear. Poor fellow.
Oh dear. Poor fellow.
"Thank you for coming, Jaye," Tick said. "RT would have appreciated it, I'm sure."
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