Eighty Five - Bye, Bye, Braxiatel.

[rass_bestie]

To whom it may concern:

Irving Braxiatel has left the Barge. The Admiral believes he'll return, his room is unaffected. Bar the obvious.

Comments

[majorum_pride]

[Double checking is necessary, because someone still has some ver pronounced best friend issues and will never manage to forgive himself if he really did fail to save him.

Thanks for that, Dylan.] ...His room is still there?

[He has to go there now. And break in if he hears Sherry.]

[rass_bestie]

It is. Intact as far as I can tell.

^Pretend I can type full words

[majorum_pride]

Thank you for informing me. [Flat tones protect people from a thousand panics.]

[rass_bestie]

Of course. [Yay, for tones that were flat.]

[Spam]

[shortsghtedlove]

[Clearly, the best way to cheer your lover up when his inmate is away for a while is unannounced harp playing.

And it must be terribly cheerful unannounced harp playing. No, apparition, you're not welcome to listen, go away.]

[Spam]

[rass_bestie]

[Omega heads to the source of the sound and sits across from it. Otherwise, he says nothing.]

[Spam]

[shortsghtedlove]

[Rassilon looks at him for a moment and smiles a little before concentrating on the harp again.]

[Spam]

[rass_bestie]

[He manages one in return.]

[timesbureaucrat]

What?!

The Admiral damn well better bring him back. If he leaves Braxiatel to die...

[Wait. This is public. And Narvin is supposed to hate Braxiatel, that's just the way things are, at least superficially. So he shifts his tone of voice from nervous panic to cool disdain.]

...that is, he still needs to redeem himself for whatever other various crimes he has undoubtedly committed.

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[rass_bestie]

I will not permit his death.