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[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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[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.