[network] @ADMIN; Obituary [DAY 344]

[snowblindmods]

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

Vanitas
Hannibal Lecter
Junpei Tenmyouji
Beckett

Comments

action;

[phaseshifter]

We need to make him a shirt. "If lost, return to Angel, Rhys and Enoch."

We do still have that blue fabric dye.

action; room for one more?

[warriorscribe]

I'll sew it for you.

[Enoch offers it with weak humor from the doorway as he emerges to join them, wrapped in his new blanket. He's hurting, but it would be selfish of him not to offer at least the potential of comfort. And it's better for everyone than stewing.]

never

[headjacked]

[ As least Enoch hasn’t plunged into a noticeable despair. That’s a plus. A depressing little plus. Rhys dabs at his face, keeping it all together before he speaks again. ]

Just stitch it on the back of his dumb coolguy trench coat.

GROSS GTFO!!!!!!111

[phaseshifter]

Rhys. Please don't ever say the word "coolguy" in reference to anything to do with Beckett again. Not even ironically.

[ Angel may not be crying, but the smile she offers Enoch is incredibly tired. It's a smile, though, so shush. Look, she's keeping it together! ]

I do like the idea of embroidery, though. It's classy. It really communicates our commitment to snatching back grumpires when they go wandering.

<3

[warriorscribe]

[The only reason he's not at the bottom of the metaphorical pit of despair yet is because the window is still open for reasonable revivals. There's hope yet, and despite his initial shock, he's got to cling to it. He's got so little else to cling to.]

His coat? No, weave it into the warmest shawl we can make. That way, he'll want to wear it.

[He manages something like a smile back. Clinging to hope isn't easy when there's precedent not to.]

[headjacked]

Heh -- shawl? Don't think h-he's... he's all about the grandma look. But. Point.

[ There's a tiny gap in conversation, Rhys tilting his head ever so slightly.

Then he uncurls a bit further and gestures, first to Enoch and then back at the Cuddleball. ]

You know, there's room down here for another.

[phaseshifter]

[ Oh no Rhys. GROWTH. HEALING!!

Angel doesn't say anything, because she's pretty effing sure that this is a Moment, and you just don't ruin Moments. It's a dick move. Plus it's been a very long couple of weeks and she's done very well at not crying and she doesn't want to end that.

So she just beams in that Angely way she has and disengages one arm from the hugfest to welcome Enoch. Hecks yes. ]

[warriorscribe]

Shawl, short cape, whatever would suit him.

[It comes out choked - he's totally not crying, not yet, but at least it would be happy tears. It can't be mistaken for anything else, Rhys's offer. There's no way his mind can twist it into something else.

Hesitating only a bit, he tucks himself into the space they've cleared for him, wrapping an arm around each of them. Hugs are good. He will gladly take and give every hug. Hugs that double as an undeniable forgiveness and acceptance are even better.]