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[robitussin]

Who: opal and you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: on the goldstone if you so desire
When: a full day or so post shuffle

i don't want to distract anyone from whatever weird shit went down with the marsiva earlier but

for anyone who knew her, nightingale's gone

i know the guide she was working on is outdated so i'll get it up to date soon if anyone wants to help out

that's it

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[namisan]

[Well...

shit. A lot of people have gone, lately. But so many of them are the old school people. This is weird.

Not to mention depressing.]

You the type to drown your sorrows in drink?

[save_the_souls]

[ Nightingale too?

Allen's had a lot of people leave in his time, but it's still sad when a number of people go at once. ]

I'm sorry, Opal.

[robitussin]

i'm not about to say no to that right now

[robitussin]

you don't have to be sorry

it just sucks

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[passingthrough]

I'm sorry. I always liked her.

I'm sorry you lost him too. [She figures she'll know who you'd mean by "him."]

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[robitussin]

[she does, immediately, and there's a small pause before the reply.]

both of them were pretty great

i mean they still are but you know

i'm sorry too

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[passingthrough]

I know. They are.

He left messages if you didn't already see them. [She couldn't bring herself to announce it.]

I'm sure he left one for his sister. [They could have been sisters-in-law.]

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[robitussin]

at the risk of sounding like a huge asshole, i don't know if i can read it or listen to it or whatever form it's in yet

how are you feeling? i mean obviously not great that's a stupid question but

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[passingthrough]

Probably wise. I listened to mine for a couple of days. Paragon of mental health.

Which probably answers your question. But I did manage a robbery in there so it could be worse.

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[robitussin]

i mean i'm kind of murderously angry at everything so i can't really judge you there

don't jinx it

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[passingthrough]

There are punching bags in the gym. It's not much, but it's something. Something I should probably try too. [She was hoping to hit more things in the theft.]

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[robitussin]

i don't think it's the kind that should go away

but thanks for the tip, i hope it helps you if you go for it

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[passingthrough]

Are you planning something? [Something she needs to be murderously angry for. She may not know Opal as well, but she knows she was important to Winn and that's enough for her.]

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[robitussin]

i wouldn't know what to do even if i wanted to

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[passingthrough]

They do make it hard to hit them. Which makes me want to hit them more.

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[robitussin]

if i ever get a chance i'm going to make every single fucking one of them pay

but i'll save you a hit

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[passingthrough]

Generous.

Same to you if I get there first.

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[robitussin]

i'd say we could tag team but i think we both know realistically that's not going to be the first thing on our minds if either of us gets there first

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[deviances]

i'm so sorry opal

can i do anything? bring you a drink? coffee? ice cream?

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[robitussin]

like five drinks

and also ice cream

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[deviances]

be there soon

[ Sure enough, it isn't long before he shows up on the Goldstone, with two six-packs of some sort of fruity alcoholic drink in bottles. And also a pint of ice cream. He knocks on her door. ]

Hey, Opal. It's me.

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[robitussin]

[she opens the door, and both the room and the girl inside look like a mess. her eyes are red and puffy, and the room is in disarray, as if she's spent some time throwing it's contents at the wall. she glances at him and back at the mess, before moving to let him in.]

Sorry, I was going to at least make it look presentable, but I didn't know you'd be here so soon... Anyways, thanks.

[deviances]

No need for that. Promise, I've seen messier. 's understandable, anyway.

[ He's set things on fire in rage-grief mode before, dude. He feels you.

He steps inside, puts down all of the booze and the ice cream - and then, if she's okay with it, he moves to pull her into a hug. ]

[robitussin]

[she doesn't pull away, and the way she stiffens slightly as he pulls her in is strictly from surprise. after a moment, she moves to return the gesture, blinking a few times to remove any trace of tears.]

I hate them.

[she assumes he'll know who she means.]

[deviances]

[ Oh, he absolutely knows. ]

Yeah. Fuckin' bastards. When we find 'em, we'll make 'em pay.