[network] @ADMIN; Obituary [DAY 188]

[snowblindmods]

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

Franken Stein
Vaughn
Bruce Wayne

Comments

not here;

[spoileralert]

[ She can't say anything to anyone, but her world is shaken to its core.

He can't die. What is she supposed to do if this place kills the goddamned Batman? ]

@zd; text

[swatsflies]

Has anyone seen Kid?

@Kid, text

[equal_shots]

i am inside why is everyone asking me that

and i have a very hard time reading the text

[swatsflies]

Cause your professor died. :(
Oh! I'll switch to voice.

[ ...probably should have gone to voice at the get go. Whoops.

Swapping it to audio. ]

Hey, man.

[equal_shots]

Hello.

[Kid exhales slowly, almost a sigh but not quite.]

This obituary does not list everyone who died. I only saw your text because I was trying to read closer.

[swatsflies]

[ That doesn't sound ominous at all. ]

What's wrong with your vision? [ And then something clicks in. ] Did- did you die too?

@Kid audio --> Video, Private

[equal_shots]

I am very much alive.

[Kid flips the video feed on, after some fumbling--and reveals why his vision is so poor. A single golden eye is staring at the tablet; where his other would be is covered in gauze. He's squinting just slightly, and rubs his left eye to clear the image.]

My vision is...relatively intact. My depth perception is not.

private; audio

[swatsflies]

[ He forgets to extend the same courtesy of switching as he sees what Kid looks likes. ]

Whoa!

[ Then he thinks about it and actually switches it over to private before continuing. ] What the hell happened?

[ :( :( :( Kid was in one piece the last time he's seen him. ]

[equal_shots]

[Kid is tired. Too tired to deal with the panicked response to the change.

He rests his head against his arms.]

It's all right now. Claire stitched up the wound, and put a clean dressing.

She is the one the obituary missed.

[Way to entirely skip his question, Kid. Want to guess why Kid doesn't seem so upset about that dead Professor, Zell?]

[swatsflies]

[ He has a few guesses and the first one comes tumbling out without any thought: ] Did- did Stein do this?

[ The nutty professor did do a lobotomy on his friend. ]

[equal_shots]

[Kid is silent on the other end of the feed, head in his arms and eye closed.

If Zell wants a real answer he'll have to find it elsewhere. The silence will have to do for now.]

Where are you, Zell?

[swatsflies]

[ He was hoping he was wrong and that Stein wouldn't pull that shit again. ESPECIALLY not to his student, but...

The silence in response to his question is confirmation for him. ]

We're restocking at the store north east from the school.

[equal_shots]

I'm not far from the school. I need to restock tomorrow.

[Kid looks up from his folded arms, rubbing his remaining eye.]

A house that's flooded on the first floor.

[swatsflies]

We might be a couple days away. We're heading back to the tunnels as soon as Zack and Kunsel are ready.

[ Which is the opposite way :( ]

(reaction)

[harlequinofhate]

[In his feverish haze, the Joker does not see this obituary, not that he'd know how to react if he did.

Somehow, however, he knows.

He can feel in his soul that his dance partner is gone and he makes an inhuman shrieking sound as he starts marching harder into the drifting snows.

He'll destroy this place.

Any place that would give him Batman only to take him away does not deserve to exist.]

(not here)

[headjacked]

[ He knew, of course, that it'd happened -- again -- he'd been there. It doesn't keep the sting out of his eyes, doesn't keep the kneejerk reaction to kick the tablet and practically shove himself against a wall, knees to his face.

Curled in the tiniest ball a 6'2" man can accomplish. ]

action!!

[phaseshifter]

Rhys.

[ Meet Angel, the human blanket. She obviously isn't big enough to wrap herself around Rhys to any great effect, so she drapes their sheet around his shoulders along with her arms.

Efficient. It how she do. ]

We'll head for the hospital. In case that's where he wakes up. Okay?

[headjacked]

Yeah.

[ Mean to be stoic, but he's warbling into his knees. He sniffles a mighty, snotty sniffle. ]

But I wish I could be, like, five places at one. Just -- like you said, in case. I don't want him to be alone again.

[phaseshifter]

He won't be truly alone, wherever he wakes up. You know how it is, it's different when you know people are coming for you. And when he returns we can keep a video call open with him constantly while we make our way to him, okay? Like we did with each other before.

[ The idea of Vaughn not coming back isn't even being entertained. She's sure it's crossed Rhys' mind like it's crossed hers, but voicing it isn't going to help anyone. ]

We just have to keep on... keeping on, I suppose. So that we're actually in shape to go and get him when we're needed. Which means you should eat something.

[headjacked]

[ The sniffle mutates into a deep, stabilizing breath as he sags a little into his human (and actual) blankie. ]

Doable.

The... not the eating thing, so much. I feel like I'll get pukey.

[phaseshifter]

You have to eat something. I won't let you get any sicker than you already are.

[ Fussing is an easy habit to slip into. And a comforting one. ]

Even if it's just some bread. It doesn't have to be ice cream or anything.

 

And if you do want ice cream, it certainly doesn't have to be double chocolate.