snowblindrpg | @ADMIN; Obituary [DAY 372]

[Harley's voice is already raised 200%, the tail end of a high-pitched SCREAM cutting into the network, blending itself into:]

THIS ISN'T FUNNY!

[Her voice is frustration, anger, and hurt. He wasn't supposed to die. She's been searching for him for weeks. How could he do this to her?]

[Roland can't pretend Harley is anything more than a complete stranger whose name he's learned, but knows nobody should ever have to scream like that. He also knows his words will probably mean nothing to her, given that he doesn't even know whose loss he is expressing condolences for, but thinks it is cruel nonetheless not to offer it. He'd always made a point of making difficult situations easier, where he could, even if that contribution turned out to be negligible.]

Harley.

I'm sorry for your loss.

[Even if she had no interest in talking to him, he hopes the message can capture his sincerity.]

[It's a kind gesture, but she doesn't want to hear it right now. She doesn't want to need it. She sniffles as she turns on the video function to respond, teary, with a face full of splotchy clown make-up beneath her trademark mask.]

I was supposed to find him, not--! It's not fair!

The mold in the bunker is deadly. Cause of death is acute respiratory failure. You can tolerate it for a few hours, but the more you move around and stir it up, the worse the effects until it's lethal.

Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit--

[Volume control? He doesn't know her.]

Shit! He's gonna be pissed! Who got 'im?

Hey--hey. I don't--he'll prob'ly be back, right? It's not the end'a the world. Not yet.

[Magenta can't comfort. It doesn't come naturally to him.]

It'll be alright. He'll be alright. We'll be alright. Right? I wanna hear you tell me I'm right.

20 bucks says it was an anomaly
that guy doesn't get killed by anything except them
and cold

im gonna kick your ass so hard theyl be scraping your guts out of the snow for forever

i bet it was you

wow
y'know
you're right
you found me out
genuine inspector clouseau right here

fuck off fuck OFF hell just have to tell me when he gets back and then youll be in trouble

demoted from clown-killer
to maybe clown-killer in half a minute flat
i'm losing my edge

[She's trying to hold it together as much as she can, but her voice is still broken up into sniffs.]

You're right. He'll-- he'll be back. He will. He's gotta.

i know he could beat you is all if it were a real fight that he got into. but you couldve gotten someone like me to do it someone stronger than him i know you hate him more than anyone

Right! See? It's not too bad. Sure, he'll be a little wonky, but that's just how it is when folks come back. It's no problem at all. He's gotta come back, like you said.

[Maybe he sounds more put together compared to Harley, but his voice wobbles more than usual, punctuated by a few sniffs.]

dude
you severely overestimate my desire to off him
solomons is higher on my hit list
but thanks for playing

Edited 2018-06-24 05:08 (UTC)

since the joker wasn't in there with you
and lecter's still dead
i'm assuming you got that from the angel and... whoever the hell yeshua is
unless that's some random newbie that's never said anything before

Yeah. We lost Castiel and chaos. Cas made it as far as the door, collapsed, and died there with us. Couldn't revive him. Mold is probably some kind of paralytic toxin. I'll be able to have a look at it under the microscope soon, tomorrow hopefully, but it seems to have all the symptoms. Numbness, nausea, weakness, loss of coordination. Respiratory just shuts down first.

[Rhys isn't going to overreach his medical knowledge, but he feels confident in saying that much from what he's gathered in the past few days. He's actually reasonably competent here even if he's not a doctor.]

[Changing to video is a good sign nonetheless, and he softens sympathetically as he tries to approximate eye contact. He's somewhat practiced at this, having consoled many a military widow and widower, but he wouldn't say that this was 'easy.']

You're right; nobody should have to die out here. It isn't fair.

[In his experience, the grieving didn't want to avoid speaking about the dead as though the fact that they lived was something taboo, but for their dearly departed to be remembered as they were.]

It sounds like he was a very important person to you. I'm sorry not to have known him.

sounds like my kinda mold
way more interesting than that crap that gave becky pneumonia, like, a year ago
send pics when you have them

It's your lucky day. We can take pics inside, we just can't send them from there. Of course the first life we find here tries to kill the shit out of us. Figures, right? There's stinging ants and centipedes, too.

[No disrespect to Cas and Chaos. It's just been a while since Rhys has lost a patient and he's got his armor up.

It takes a few minutes, but attached House will find several dinner pictures of the glowing, moldy interior of the Bunker, the clean room where Rhys has been staying, and added on last, several pictures of a sawed-off soda can full of the dark green stuff in daylight, gross and not-glowing.]

cut the shit just tell me

well-a, well-a, well-a
i only accept those kinds of orders when given in a rock opera ensemble number
but yes
we got pretty far
and i don't know about him
but like i have a car

great yeah i forgot talking to you is like talking to a brick wall . an annoying wall that doesnt hear anything or do anything except talk about things nobody knows about

please i just want to know what happened to him

why?
he's dead
what does it matter how he died?
people come back from having their bodies dissolved
it's not like the admin can't shove us in a new body if one fails

so i can get the bastard who did it

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