[network] @ADMIN; Obituary [Day 074]

[snowblindmods]

We mourn the loss of those who have died in the time between the last announcement and this one:

Jim Hawkins
Frisk

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@quark; voice;

[averytinyparticle]

Please bring them back, Miss Admin.

[He already knew about both of them, seeing one in person and hearing about the other one over the Network. But the names just there...it makes it feel permanent even though he knows it might not be. But what if it isn't? How can anybody know for sure? Clementine never came back, and she was his friend. It's hard for him to hold back his tears, but he manages it, even though it doesn't matter since he's not on video. Still, it's hard to ignore the way his voice wavers.]

Please don't take away all my friends.

@zd; voice

[swatsflies]

[So much for him not crying He's going to take in a shaking breath before responding.]

I don't...I don't know Frisk, but I know Jim. I'm sorry we couldn't save him.

[averytinyparticle]

[Quark isn't sure how to respond at first. It's nobody's fault. It's nobody's...but he doesn't have the energy to make this reassurance. It rings hollow in his own ears. Because...maybe it is someone's fault: the admin's. Or maybe that's not fair, either. He doesn't know. When he does find something to say, it comes out in a small, defeated voice.]

When is all this death going to stop?

[Not that he expects an answer. He just wish he had one. He wish he knew.]

[swatsflies]

[Even if he's not expecting it, he's going to get it.]

When we get to the bottom of this and punch the admin or whomever the hell is responsible for all of this.

[Yeah, that's his plan and he's sticking to it. It's all he has any confidence In right now.]

[averytinyparticle]

I dunno, I don't really want to hurt anybody.

[Maybe it would be easier if he could get mad, or stay mad, but all the frustration leaves too quickly for it to stick, leaving him feeling like a husk of helplessness.]

I just want things to get better.

[swatsflies]

Alright, no hurting anybody.

[He's rubbing the back of his head as he thinks it over.]

We just have to do everything we can to get to the bottom of this. Even if it means checking or doing things other people have done. Different sets of eyes and skills are here, right? We should try to put our resources together.

[Without gathering everyone together.]

[averytinyparticle]

That's true.

[And yet...Quark's voice doesn't sound so hopeful.]

That's what I've been trying to do so far, but...I feel like everything I find doesn't end up helping at all.

[And people keep getting hurt. It isn't fair. It's just not fair.]

[swatsflies]

It might take days, weeks, or even months, but we're in this together. We'll figure this out and make sure it never happens again.

[Even if everything s frickin nuts and the monsters aren't helping.]

action;

[starsandtights]

[Steve stares at this one for a long time, too, his hand trembling a little. This was inevitable, he knew it; little kids in a godawful place like Norfinbury, it was bound to happen, and Steve's been terrified every day, deep down, waiting to hear something like this.

After an unknowable amount of time passes—but probably only a few moments, really—Steve lets out a godawful cry, rage and sorrow mixed. The tablet falls from his fingers as he lashes out at the walls, punching, kicking, yelling. A couple minutes later, bruised and bleeding from the knuckles, he stumbles blindly back into a corner and slides to the floor and just. Cries for awhile.]