Later, dawg [Open!]

[meat_mooks]

|| Attention, crew. Those who wish to attend the funeral of Matthew O'Connor, please report to the Observation Deck. ||

Another death announcement so soon after the last. It's a sad day.

Once again, the Observation Deck is arranged for the launch. The departed crew member, better known as Punchy in his lifetime, is encased in a central pod. The deck is lit by the starlight pouring in from the open window, a blazing blue star that will soon be Punchy's final resting place.

Another life lost. Time to say farewell once more.

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[hit_girl_mindy]

Hell, it was hers stuff wasn't it? She knew she wasn't going to get it from any other place, and no way was she feeling up to beer today. The high alcohol content alien drink would have to do.

"Is there anyway you could get a device that can play music? I kinda feel like there should be some stuff playing today, for him."

[thewunderkind]

"Probably. Zetta probably had something in the castle. I don't really bother with music that much," she explained. "But during that crazy shopping spread forever go he really got a lot of stuff. We could go now, if you want. Shouldn't take too long."

[bonnypiperlad]

"Could ye see if it'll play this as well?" asked Jamie, stepping up next to Lash and Hit Girl. He held out the datapad that he had been fiddling with during his eulogy towards them. A label on it read 'Biggie Smalls: Life After Death'.

"He'd been trying to teach me something about the music he liked, and he'd mentioned this name to me. I found it in the Media Library, after I..." He trailed off, not wanting to complete the sentence. After I found out he'd died.

He cleared his throat instead, and said gruffly, "Aye, well, anyway. I thought he'd want to hear something he liked, if he could be here for it."

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Yeah, totally want to go," Hit Girl said, wondering if she could stay around here, with all of the sad and stuff. She looked up when Jamie came by though, and when she saw the selection couldn't help but get a smile on her face.

"I haven't heard this in a few years...was real big a few years back, I kinda grew up hearing these tracks. Yeah, this is exactly what he'd want playing during his funeral. I mean, you can't really go wrong with a guy who's album was called 'Life after Death' who died pretty soon afterward."

She gave Jamie a thumbs up. "If we have to think about him not being here today, think I'd rather do it hearing the kinda stuff that reminds me of him."

[sonicscreamer]

"If you require aid, could help you search, Miss Lash," Victoria offered, as she walked where the three were, holding on to Jaime's arm. The funeral had been...a very sad affair but she was impressed at everyone's reactions. Thankfully her father was...

"I would be interested to hear this music as well. I might not have known Punchy as much, but..." she trailed off. Victoria was not very good at holding in her feelings, and she bit down her lip to stop herself from crying here and then.

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie's eyes flicked back over to Victoria, concern sparking in his eyes. As grateful as he was for her presence, he knew what something like this must be like for her. With a smooth motion, he shifted the datapad over to his other hand and covered her hand with his free one, interlacing his fingers with hers as best as he could and squeezing gently.

"Aye, if you need it we could both go with ye and help. Although I'll not say as I'm very familiar with the place..." He frowned, just a little. That could be a bit of a problem. "Would it be easier with more people looking, do ye think?"

[thewunderkind]

Lash didn't think she needed her of all people, but let out a sign and shrugged a little. Help was help. As long as she didn't complain too much about all the weapons in the castle.

"Sure she can come." With a motion, he began to walk away from the room. "Make sure you keep up, we'll be back as soon as we find something!"

[hit_girl_mindy]

Complain about weapons in the castle? Hit Girl personally just wanted to get a good look at them all. Who would the opportunity to see where Lash's mind was these days, when it came to artillery?

"Right," she said. "We'll help."

Just enough alcohol not to slur or stumble, but she definitely felt a buzz.