Goodbye, 90s Kid

[sailorlaughter]

Characters: Anyone
Content: 90s Kid's funeral goodbye party
Location: Nature Deck
Time of Day: Evening-ish, at the beginning of the week
Warnings: Party-style, may contain undue amounts of Star Trek references

Pinkie took longer than usual to set this particular party up. She'd been moving a lot more slowly lately, and the Party Cannon wasn't really much of a help here.

She was having a party because she didn't think 90s Kid would want them all to be sad. She wouldn't have wanted it, if the dinosaur had eaten her instead. So there were treats and balloons, just a few green and orange ones decorating the rather modest buffet table. Somehow, Cammy'd dug up a few songs Pinkie deemed fit for the occasion. In addition to the normal party things, she'd set up a little stage over by the lake, with a few pictures of 90s Kid on it surrounded by flowers. A microphone stand waited nearby, just in case anyone wanted to say anything. Pinkie herself hadn't quite decided what she wanted to say yet, though she knew she had to say something.

After everything was ready, the pony sat slumped over by the entrance, sniffling and running a foreleg across her face occasionally. Hopefully the cheering-up part of the party would work better once she had some guests.

Comments

[milliondollarpipes]

If he'd scared the kid a little, Harvey didn't really notice. He was too busy hugging the kid like he thought he might vanish again. But the moment couldn't last forever; eventually he pulled away, remembering his dignity and the kid's spine, and settled for glancing over him again.

"Don't be sorry, kid, I know you didn't mean it." 90s Kid was many things, but Harv was quite certain that even he wouldn't actually want to be torn up by a dinosaur. Besides, if anyone should be sorry...

Harvey glanced back over his shoulder, looking for Liz without any particular success. She'd said the kid looked up to him. He himself had never really thought of it that way before. "I'm sorry, too," he added gruffly, still looking away. "Shouldn'tve let you go down to get on that stupid rocket in the first place. I knew it'd turn bad." Admittedly, "eaten by dinosaur" wasn't exactly the disastrous result he would've predicted, but he should've been keeping a closer eye on the kid.

[liefeldisgod]

"Hey, it's cool man! Me and Pinkie woulda been totally fine if it wasn't for that crashing sound!"

[milliondollarpipes]

He turned to look back at 90s Kid, raising an eyebrow. "Crashin' sound?" He probably meant the noise that dinosaur made when it was shot up here.

[liefeldisgod]

"Yeah! You know, like in that movie! What was it called...with the dinosaurs, and the glass of water and stuff!"

[milliondollarpipes]

Oh. That. Harvey just sighed. "You mean Jurassic Park?"

[liefeldisgod]

"Yeah! Yeah, that's it!"

[milliondollarpipes]

Harvey resisted the urge to facepalm, settling instead for awkwardly patting 90s Kid on the shoulder. "...that'd be the dinosaurs, kid. You hear that again, you get outta there." Up here, Harvey absolutely did not rule out the possibility of a future dinosaur attack. Besides, running from giant footsteps was usually just common sense.

[liefeldisgod]

"Aw come on dude, can you really blame me for being curious?"

[milliondollarpipes]

...well, he did say usually common sense. Harvey fought the urge to facepalm, reminding himself that he was still at the kid's goddamn funeral, of all places. He'd thought him dead not ten minutes ago - he could give him a little leeway to be an idiot today.

"Kid. It ate you."

[liefeldisgod]

"Well now I KNOW that it'd eat me! See? Live and learn!"

[milliondollarpipes]

"Live and - " Harvey cut off the obvious rejoinder. It wasn't gonna stick anyway. Just...he'd just have to do better at his job next time, that was all. "Yeah. Okay. Sure, kid."

[liefeldisgod]

"Chya." 90s Kid nodded contently with his standard goofy grin.

"Now how about we get this party STARTED?!"

[milliondollarpipes]

To his credit, Harvey only flinched a little at the sudden distant pony shriek those words produced. After looking a little warily in Pinkie's direction, he smiled and clapped the kid on the shoulder. "Yeah. Let's have a ball, kid."