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[fogsong]

My mother, Rose Da Silva, has returned to the ocean. I know she was close to a lot of people here and I thought it was important to let everyone know.

[ She hadn’t wanted to tell anyone, truth be told, but she knew she couldn’t selfishly hold onto the information when Rose knew and cared about so many people in this place and vice versa. But even this small amount of public acknowledgment cuts her to the bone. ]

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[strikefirster]

[Oh. ...Johnny considers staying out of this but he knew a thing or two about losing a mother himself.

And while he was terrified of doing this. Reaching out did seem like the right thing to do.]

Hey kid.
I get it if I'm the last person you want to hear from right now or about this.
But if you want to punch a dummy for awhile just to blow off some steam.
I'm around.

I meant a training dummy but I'll take one on the chin too.

[fogsong]

[ Johnny isn’t the last person she wanted to hear from but given how she’d treated him, she didn’t expect him to acknowledge her at all, even during a time like this.

A fresh wave of guilt crashes into her and mingles awfully with her grief. ]

I don’t want to do anything like that. I don’t really want to do anything at all, let alone hurt you again.

I don’t even deserve the offer after what I did to you. I’m sorry. [ apologies like this from her are uncommon but grief often drives her to dig into her own wounds. ]

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[subject_013]

I'm very sorry to hear that. She was a dear person and well-loved in this town. This place has grown a little darker without her quiet light. You're likely to get a dozen texts like this. However, this one comes from the heart of someone who does not say these things lightly.

[fogsong]

She’d love knowing she touched so many people here, I know she would. For me, she was the best thing about this place.

This really fucking sucks and I don’t know what to do.

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[unphase]

I'm so terribly sorry. I'd only gotten to talk to her a little while, but that was enough to know that she was a wonderful mother who loved you very much. I'd hoped to get to know her better, and I wish I had.

Do you want company or would you rather be alone?

[fogsong]

The only thing I want is to not feel like this again. I lost her once and now I’ve lost her again.

I don’t know what to do, Tinya.

[ it’s not so much a denial of company but Sharon can’t bring herself to accept it right now. she just wants this pain to go away. ]

text; un: lady

[dohaeris]

I'm very sorry to hear about this. She was always kind to everybody, and it was easy to see how much she loved you.

I know that Lady Ammako will be glad to see her again.

Would you like to come over? We could watch videos.

[fogsong]

I guess they will get to see one another again, huh? And she won’t have to deal with all the bullshit that happens in this place. [ it doesn’t help though. it just fills her with a jealousy that makes her feel like she’s drowning in a deeper pool. ]

I appreciate the offer, Alayne. I. Maybe in a couple of days I’ll come over. Right now, I just…

I don’t want to do anything. I didn’t even want to do this but I knew I should, just for the people that cared for her.

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[grice]

[ he'd seen the message and wanted to respond— but after everything sharon has done for him lately, it felt like something way too small to give when rose was someone so special. sharon, too. right now, she deserves better.

falco walks to the da silva residence. it would be a slow one, but not entirely tiring. he's accompanied by a crutch tucked beneath one arm and reminds his body to stand straight and use both legs, first one and then the other. sharon will hear a knock on the door, soft at first. when it goes unanswered even for a few seconds, he tries again, a little harder to be sure he was heard. ]

[fogsong]

[ she’s spent hours in Rose’s room, huddled beneath the blankets on her bed, clinging to the teddy bear her parents had gotten for her years ago. she made the post from there and she hadn’t moved from it since.

she hears the first knock on the door and rolls over, grip on the stuffed animal tight. she didn’t want visitors. she didn’t want anyone to see her or to offer hollow condolences and old memories like it were a funeral. rose wasn’t dead, she was just gone. she was just in the ocean and maybe she’d return one day.

the second knock makes anger flare up in her and she shouts, knowing she won’t be heard on the second floor before she rolls out of bed to stumble down the stairs. it’s so much easier to be angry than so full of grief she felt as if she were drowning in it.

she swings the door open, ready to yell at the person on the other side, when she sees who it is. her anger drains out of her and she suddenly feels weak. tears prickle at the edges of her eyes.

she looks exhausted, deep bags beneath her eyes and face splotchy from crying. she was still in her pjs and her hair was a mess. pressed under her arm is a brown teddy bear ]

F-Falco? [ she hesitates before she steps aside to let him in but lingers close in case he needs her assistance. ] You—you didn’t have to come all the way out here.

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[mehanizovati]

[oof. yeah, he can take a moment just to mourn her loss before focusing on sharon, who talk about a rough time of it.]

So you are Sharon? I've heard of you from both Rose and Jason. I'm Viktor.

My condolences, of course. I'm not sure what there is to say in situations like these.

[fogsong]

There really isn’t anything to say. We both know this is shitty, you know?

But thanks, Viktor.

[Action]

[imaglyphwitch]

[There's a knock at the door, and when Rose opens it, she'll see a disheveled, bleary eyes kid, who was trying not to look like she'd been crying for a good half hour. She did have an armful of items though, wrapped in tinfoil].

Are you up for some company?

[fogsong]

[ Luz’s appearance at the door catches Sharon completely off-guard as she swings the door open.

Sharon looks worse for wear, still wearing her pjs from the night before, her bleached hair a mess, sticking out this way and that. Clutched tight to her chest is a small teddy bear.

After their last encounter, Sharon hadn’t expected Luz to show up even if she responded to the announcement. ]

I’m not really up for company but you’re here so… [ both her tone and expression are surprisingly numb, almost as if she’s used up all her emotions for the moment. she steps aside to allow the other girl to enter.

she can tell that Luz is in mourning too and Rose wouldn’t want her to turn her away at a time like this, even if she personally would rather be alone. ]

[danserai]

[ oh. that's . . . sad. they were going to do dress shopping.

but ahiru will be fine. her poor daughter though. ]

I'm so sorry. Uhm. Do you want some company? I can bring food or . . . uhm . . . more food . . .

Your mother was very nice to me. And she loved you a lot.

[fogsong]

[ the kindness of others in this place will never cease to surprise her. in fact, it’s touching. ]

You’re Ahiru, right? Both Bigby and Rose mentioned you a couple of times. I know my mom looked forward to taking you out. [ Sharon wasn’t much of a dress shopping kind of girl and preferred to spend her time with Rose in other ways. ]

I appreciate the offer but, uh… I don’t have much of an appetite right now. I probably won’t for a while.

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[survivalthroughhate]

[Oh no. Maul had known Rose, perhaps not as well as some, but enough to the point where he considered the woman a friend and felt protective of her. He knows this is going to tear Sharon up.]

Come over to my home. This is not a conversation to be done with the distance of text.

[fogsong]

I don’t want to but fine. Gimme a bit. [ Sharon almost shoots him something more argumentative. It’s easier to lean into anger than it was to deal with the grief that was ripping a fresh wound in her chest.

Maul was a mentor, though, and even through this haze of grief, it wouldn’t feel right to deny him.

It takes her much longer than usual for her to make her way to his place. She doesn’t bother to change out of her pajamas or brush her hair or even slip on anything but a pair of soled slippers. All those actions felt meaningless in the face of her suffering. She bangs an open palm weakly against his door and then leans against the frame as if she didn’t have the will left to stand on her own.

She looks worse than she ever has here, eyes swollen above deep, dark bags. She’s emotionally spent and an aura of exhaustion clings to her. ]

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[the_obedient_servant]

[They aren't sure what to say to this, really. They didn't know Rose too well, besides one outing with ice cream, one of their last encounters with Rika before she too left this world. There's the slightest flicker of warmth in their cold dead heart, something akin to empathy. To pain felt for this girl who stood with them side by side in the dark.]

I'm sorry.

It's cruel. The way the ocean takes people away and spits us back out in the same motion.

[fogsong]

[ for some reason, chara’s apology makes her lips twitch. they had been a powerful companion in her moment of darkness and rage and she didn’t think they could do anything to make her feel more grateful.

and yet, here they were with tiny condolences that mattered. ] It happens. Life is cruel, Chara, but even though I’ve known that for years it doesn’t stop it from hurting.

I wish I could be angrier about it but right now… I’m just heartbroken.

text; un: ghostking

[umbraportation]

[ Nico gets it. ]

Want to the Gate and fight some monsters together?

[fogsong]

Do you think it would help?

[ she’s desperate ]

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[possessum]

( Peter barely has memory of what happened with him and Sharon last month. It was mostly the demon in control, even though pieces of it stand out: she looked... different, and he felt different, and it seems like some nightmare that his mind flinches back from touching upon too closely.

But when he sees the message on the Network from her, the strangeness of the previous month is set aside for a moment. His heart hurts for the other teen, so much that he has to take a few moments to gather himself before he can respond. )

I'm really sorry
If you need to forget about stuff for awhile, I have beer and weed

[fogsong]

[ this isn’t a text she expected and it catches her off guard, momentarily distracting her from her grief.

she’d considered reaching out to Peter multiple times since their last encounter. she was painfully curious about him and the abilities he seemed to possess but a part of her feared bringing it up. he might regret his actions, regret his show, and Sharon would have to confront the fact that she… didn’t. not as much as she thought she should. ]

I haven’t smoked in like a year but yeah. I think I’d be down for that. [ anything to provide a moment to check of relief and maybe give her the balls to ask him about last month. ]

Text; un: Seeingtheworld

[schoolingfish]

Oh.

I'm really sorry to hear that, she was always really nice to me.

[fogsong]

Thanks.

And that’s my mom for you. She’s the nicest person I’ve ever known.