broadcast (open and closed), action (open)

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Who: Arthur and you
Broadcast: Red Fish, Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit (Space bar)
When: Let's say today. Takes place after this log
Warnings: Discussion of death

» Red Fish

[This is filtered to the Red Fish crew. Arthur's showered, his hair is wet and disheveled, and he's in a t-shirt and sweats. Minimum effort. He has a cut on his cheek, and he's holding his arm to his side. His voice is low and soft, cracking now and then.]

I'm really sorry to have to give you guys this message. I wanted to tell you guys privately, though. Syeira is dead. One of those... dinosaurs on the planet killed her. She... she died protecting me and some others. I didn't know what to do...

[He bites his lip, and shakes his head, as if to rid it from those horrible thoughts.] I thought we could honor her somehow. I have some drawings of her and some candles... I don't know. Any ideas?

» Fleetwide

[Arthur looks a little better now. He's dressed up to a sweater and pants, combed and slicked back his hair. He almost looks normal, except for the cut on his cheek, his pale face, and the way he's carrying his arm.]

I'm Arthur Hall, if any of you don't me. I was involved in an incident with a few other passengers that involved one of those... dinosaur things.

I have the unfortunate task of telling the ship as a whole that Syeira is dead. One of those dinosaur look-alikes killed her. She was a good friend of mine, and I'm... I'm...

[He swallows, having trouble speaking now.] I'm sorry to her friends. She was wonderful, and I'll miss her.

[Man, he can't do this. He just gives up and turns off the camera.]

» Action on the Iskaulit

Arthur's at the space bar with his arm tucked to his side, holding his cup of alcohol with his left hand. He hasn't seen a doctor. He hasn't seen much of anyone. He's not getting trashed, just having a drink.

[ooc: As far as I'm aware, it's not common knowledge that people come back from death. Feel free to comment, though Arthur might ignore disrespectful/stupid comments. Please be aware of the warning. Post is made with Syeira mun's permission. I'll follow example on the action part for prose vs brackets.]

Comments

audio; private

[dancingmd]

Arthur? It's Beverly.

[Her voice has a note of careful control to it. She has her own grieving to do, but her instinct to take care of others comes first - often it's her way of coping.]

audio; private

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Beverly... [His voice cracks, because she knows this pain.] I tried.

audio; private

[dancingmd]

[Soothing as ever:] I know, I know.

Tell me, what do you need?

video

[bythewaves]

Forgive me, Arthur... if I had been armed... I am sorry. Do not blame yourself.

video

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[He shakes his head, swallowing.] You did your best, Maglor.

It's hard not to blame myself.

audio

[interstices]

What the hell? When did this happen?

audio

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Today.

She killed it, at least.

Video

[kill_switch]

[This is the first Furiosa is hearing about someone dying. She'd thought this fleet was relatively free from danger - at the very least far less so than her own world - but even one death now is too many.]

I'm sorry. I didn't know her but ... I'm sorry. [She's not sure what to say. You don't get time to grieve in the Wastelands.]

Video

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[He swallows and gives her a grateful nod.] Thanks.

She would have liked you. She was a warrior, and a good person.

[Things he would say they have in common.]

Action

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion doesn't often play bartender - but he knows a lot of his staff have to deal with the shock of loss. So he's behind the bar on his stool, looking gravely at the young man who just left the message.

He pours him another drink, and waves his hand.] These are on the house. Please ... let me know if I can get you anything.

Action

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[He looks up, surprise playing over his face, and then he nods in thanks, adding a quick-] Thank you.

[And now he doesn't know what to say. He skims his finger along the top of his cup and determinedly watches it.] I'm Arthur.

voice.

[collegedropout]

She — wait, what?

[Back the fuck up, man.]

What the hell, Arthur? What happened?

voice.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[He can understand the shock, but it's hard to explain.] We were just traveling through the forest when it came up on us. We tried to outrun it, but Syeira-... she just kept trying to distract it from the rest of us, and-...

I'm so sorry. She died so quickly that we couldn't get help there in time.

video;

[geonomy]

[He didn't know Syeira, not really. He'd talked to her once, but never got her name. As an astronaut, he's been prepared to deal with his teammates dying, as it's a very real thing that can happen in space. Preparing for it and living it are two different things though, so even though he doesn't know her, it still hits him pretty hard, that someone on the fleet has died, could die after all this time.]

I... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

video;

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[He nods.] Thanks... Thank you. [He lets out a gust of breath, trying to keep his emotions under control.] Did you know her?

video; 1/2

[arcanepower]

[This is a distinctly younger face than Arthur is probably expecting.]

S... Syeira? [Oh no. Oh no no no no.] Syeira's gone?

[arcanepower]

[Tears jump to his eyes, but he tries to ignore them. As usual, his first reaction is anger.]

Why!? Why didn't you help her? Why did you let her die?!

video;

[save_the_souls]

[There's a long pause before he answers this video. Allen didn't know Syeira very well, and he's experienced death many times in the past- far too many times in the past. And so, he's able to keep a calm but somber composure when he speaks]

I'm truly sorry for your loss.

Is everyone who was with her alright? I mean...with injuries.

video;

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Thank you.

[He blinks dumbly.] I-I'm not sure about the others. I'm okay. Dr. Crusher will help me.

[He's not used to having to check up on people.]

Video

[goldenglasses]

[Vash doesn't care that he hasn't really ever done more than see Arthur around the fleet.]

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Video

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[He blinks, surprised by the stranger's (well, he's seen him before, but...) kindness. He swallows and nods.] Thank you. She was a really good person. Did you know her?

On the Iskaulit

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[After her visit to the planet's "giving tree" with Vision, Wanda feels as though she could use a drink. There was a lot of emotion that she just was dealt, and she could use something to help her unwind. When she enters the bar though, she can sense that someone else here is here for similar reasons. It only takes a moment for her to recognize Arthur from his broadcast, sitting at the bar and largely keeping to himself. Wanda didn't know Syeira or Arthur much at all, and she considers keeping her distance. However, something convinces her to at least try and make conversation. If he doesn't want the company, she's willing to leave him be.]

[She approaches the bar, and takes a seat on a stool one over from Arthur. One of her arms resting on the bar, while her other hand is against her leg, two of its fingers touching something in her pocket. It's as if she wants a constant reminder that whatever is in her pocket is in fact still there and hasn't disappeared or wasn't a trick. After ordering a drink and sitting silently for a moment, she tries to talk to Arthur.]

I'm sorry. About your friend.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[He blinks, looking up. He's surprised that someone's trying to talk to him, but not off-putted. Nodding, he takes a swig of his drink.] Thanks.

I'm Arthur. But I guess you already knew that. [He doesn't try to shake her hand. His right arm is still against his side. He sees her touching her pocket and stops, reminded of himself touching his totem.] What's that? In your pocket? If you don't mind me asking.

audio

[lord_wizard]

[He can't be sure that the Fleet commands the same power that Paradisa had, but the brief flash of hope in his mind, amidst the cold flood of sadness, is openly acknowledged as wishful thinking even in his own mind. That coldness, as it often does for him, bleeds just a little into anger.]

How? How did it happen?

audio

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

[He pauses, taken aback.]

We were travelling through the forest and it came up on us. Only one of us had a weapon and she... she tried to distract it from us.