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]

Harvey squeezed back just a bit tighter than he'd really intended, and let her go only reluctantly. Truth was, he hadn't been doing so well the past couple days, not that he'd said anything to anyone about it.

"'Course I was. Probably would've done a little somethin' myself if she hadn't." He shrugged and reached forward to straighten the pictures, mostly to avoid catching Liz's eye at the admission. "Dunno how long I'll stay. It's a little crowded in here." Of course, it wasn't; the nature deck was more than big enough to hold everyone.

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Liz nodded.

"You should at least give a few words though. He looked up to you a lot. You and Linkara."

She shook her head, "He probably would have skipped this altogether."

[milliondollarpipes]

Harvey looked up at the microphone again with a sigh. "Yeah. Maybe." He'd spent half his life on the stage, and now he wouldn't know what to say even if he got up there. The little reminder of what he might've meant to the kid nagged at him, though.

He shook his head as well. "I can see that." And Liz and Harvey probably would've tried to drag him along. Harvey might not have tried very hard, though.

[punsofiron]

Liz probably would have insisted a little harder, but even she probably couldn't force Linkara here.

She looked at the line of photos again, finding a particularly nice one of him and Pinkie and sighing.

"Never thought I'd miss him rambling about Bloodgun."

[milliondollarpipes]

Harvey chuckled a little half-heartedly. "Yeah, or playin' that Genesis of his for hours on end. Can't count how many times I had to go in there and make him get some sleep."

[punsofiron]

"I think we're all a little nocturnal," Liz replied with an equally half-hearted smirk.

"He wasn't a bad kid," she sighed, "He deserved better than to get ripped apart by a dinosaur. Of course he probably thought it was a way to go."

[milliondollarpipes]

"Yeah..." Harvey sighed. At least there was that; 90s Kid would want to go out that way. Not that he probably thought of it at the time...Harvey looked up at the microphone, then turned to scan the crowd.

"He was a good kid, alright."

[punsofiron]

Liz followed Harvey's gaze to the microphone and smiled sadly, reaching up to offer him a light squeeze on the shoulder. It was what she could offer, really.