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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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[possessum]

Oh yeah, for sure. We'll have stuff for dinner too, if you want it.

( She might not have any kind of appetite, but it'll be there just in case. Peter knows too-well how hard it is to think about things like eating when you're grieving. Sometimes having other people provide food can be a huge help. )

No I uh
I get it
It's weird as hell. And this place makes it even weirder
With the whole "if you get too bad off mentally, you can fall into Corruption" bullshit
Like thanks, I'm not even allowed to be depressed or else I have to worry about turning into a monster?? Great

[fogsong]

[ Sharon had once thought the whole “food for people in mourning” was a strange trope in fiction but everyone seemed to be trying to prove to her otherwise. She hasn’t had the heart or the energy to turn any of it down if it was pushed upon her. ]

I’ll stop by after dark, then.

And tell me about it. This place is a unique brand of bullshit, especially given all the crazy that happens every month like it’s just trying to push us over the edge?