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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[shiest_sunbeam]

Ronnae didn't comment on the prior mention since she knew it was already painful. However, she did squeeze Billy's arm comfortingly.

"Maybe, yeah. That would be fun, although with how things have been going, it might have to wait a bit longer..." she paused and smiled, "Yeah, rapping was definitely something he enjoyed."

[morphitudinous]

"Then we'll have a demonstration of it in time. For now, though...we're heading home. And I'll help you with anything you need me to."

He walked close to Ronnae, arm always around her, admitting to himself that he didn't want her too far at the moment.

[shiest_sunbeam]

Ronnae nodded, "I could use some help sleeping for sure... It's been... harder than usual to get a decent rest."

She relaxed against him and continued home, yearning for a nice rest after all of this.