Fourth.

[trustmods]

The week has been relatively quiet after the utter debacle that was the previous weekend's trial; access to the fourth floor has generally ensured that no one has any excuse to not keep themselves entertained in one way or another, whether by way of games or by way of copious amounts of alcohol. Of course, that doesn't change the fact that this week's incentive came with a three-day limit this time – something that doesn't seem too geared toward discouraging the pattern that Fridays have fallen into around here. Thankfully, however, there are once again no bodies in the ballroom; it seems everyone has learned a lesson and decided to leave that place alone for the time being. But anybody heading upstairs beyond a certain point is going to have an...interesting time, let's put it that way. >Explore?

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[sunsong]

[ It is 100% a terrible idea and someone should totally stop them. Sol, however, just looks relieved. Even if he's not lying, she has to...she can't remember what her last moment with Luna was. She has to be sure.

It'll haunt her for the rest of her life - however long that ends up being - but she has to see. This is going to be a bit awkward since she's still sort of out of it, but she does eventually manage to climb aboard the Morty Express! ...He's lucky she's a tiny thing, even if she's a bit taller than him. MAYBE HE WON'T DROP HER??? Dropping her would probably not help things, be strong Morty. ]

...Thanks.

[mortyfied]

[He'll be as strong as a 14 year old boy can be.

Which is....... strong enough.]

Y-yeah, of - of course. [Nobody stop them because this is for the greater good, even if it'll probably end terribly no matter what happens.

Anyway, he'll straighten up, shift her a little so they're both more comfortable and head for the door granted no one does stop them. Still feeling bad about the whole thing but that's not something that's going to go away any time soon.]

[sunsong]

[ It's not like Sol crying her eyes out is an avoidable outcome at this point so may as well, right? She's uncharacteristically quiet as they go, unable to think of anything to say. Her mind's stuck on Luna, playing memories at random, and she...

She still doesn't want to believe it. ]

[mortyfied]

[Just better prepare for that outcome, Morty. Prepare for the tears... which is kind of hard even imagining, to be honest.

Either way, a few bumpy trips over stairs later, they finally arrive to the third floor. Morty's steps slow to a halt, the crime scene is right there in front of them, having been at the bottom of the staircase leading to the next floor. She's lying, still and motionless as they had left but luckily enough, her body isn't the goriest thing.

It's still definitely a shocker to see.

He carefully sets Sol down on her feet and moves aside, his brow furrowed with expectation of the reaction to come. At least, if anything, he'll be there for any comforting she might end up needing...]

[sunsong]

[ Yeah, standing isn't a thing she feels up to, so she'll just...plop down next to Luna on her knees. This close, it's impossible to deny it; Luna...she isn't breathing. ]

Luna...hey, Luna...

[ Even so, Sol reaches out one hand - hesitates - and grips her sister's wrist. She's fallen asleep like this before, back home. Luna's hand or wrist in hers, both of them buried under blankets.

There isn't a pulse.

Sol thinks she can actually feel her own heart stop for a moment. Luna looks like she could just be sleeping, passed out falling down the stairs or something, but - this is an empty shell that used to be her sister. Yesterday. Last night. How long had she been here? It didn't seem right that Sol was still breathing if Luna wasn't. Maybe somewhere in the back of her mind she'd just always assumed that whenever death came for them, it'd come for them at the same time. Or only minutes apart. That they'd leave the world as closely bound as they'd entered it. ]

Luna... [ Wake up. Breathe. Anything. ] Lu, please - [ please please please don't leave me alone. What was the point of going home alone? Goz, the others, but even if she was the stronger one, how could she protect them all by herself? How could she do any of it all by herself?

Her grip on Luna's wrist loosens, but she doesn't make any move to leave Luna's side. Instead, she entwines their fingers together, holding Luna's hand. Luna doesn't grip back like she always has done. ]

Lu, you're all I have, come on... [ It's stupid, because Luna's dead and Sol gets that, but she can't stop herself from saying it. Luna's not going to answer, and she can't remember what the last thing Luna said to her was or what she last said to Luna. Did she tell Luna she loved her, yesterday? Today? Did she voice the words?

Sol can't remember, and somehow that seems like the end of the world. It is the end of the world. Luna on the floor, dead - that seems like the end of the world, to her. She's crying, but more quietly than one might expect, just looking down at Luna with one hand gripping one of Luna's tightly. She reaches out, tucks some of Luna's hair behind her ear. ]

Hey.

[mortyfied]

[Watching this, it's.. goddamn it's hard. He was expecting wailing, maybe. Some clutching of her dead body, something over dramatic for sure but the slightly subdued response is... it's not any better, honestly.

It's a little awkward for Morty to be standing there, watching as she clutches her dead sister's hand and begs her to wake up again. So he quietly kneels down besides Sol, trying not to disrupt anything but damn... this was just so hard to deal with. It was so sad, and even worse is that he couldn't even begin to imagine the kind of pain Sol must have been in right now. Even if Rick died Morty's not sure he'd be this devastated over his death. He loves Rick, but it's a different love than the one of someone you've been with since the day you were born.

He'll reach a hand out, and gently rub Sol's back while she grieves. It's the least he can do in this situation.]