It's evening.

Above, the stars twinkle overhead through the broken glass of a skylight.
Below, a motley group gather in the main room of the loft, their hands,
paws, talons, and..uh...whatever bearing candles..

  (...except for Spike the Vampire Cactus what with his being sorta
'allergic' to flames and kinda young yet to be risking it even though Dark
Squirette offered to stick a few votives on his thorns--an idea to which
daddy Nick was not *at all* pleased--I hope you understand if he's carrying
an battery-operated version instead?)

LaCroix is already there, one hand regally dusting off the bits of skylight
glass stuck in his Armani knit, while the other holds his rebec.  Nick seats
himself at the piano, carefully laying down his candleholder on the polished
wood.  He nods his readiness to Griffin, who obliges by spreading its wings,
raising up a delicate mist shroud.  The inside of the loft transforms into a
meadow of flowers and chocolate-dipped strawberries.

  (Light Squirette squirms at the illogic of such a setting, but a quelling
look from LaCroix silences her protest  a'borning.)

This is, after all, for Michael.

At a cue from CotK, the two blonde vampires start to play, as the Personae
hum along...
.
   (Because we can't sing worth a lick and we're not sure if the afterlife
would provide Michael with earplugs.)

..with Spike keeping rythm via the rustling of some thorns. ..(LeMiz, leave
those strawberries alone!)

The ethereal air is soon filled with the intertwined melodies of Amazing
Graze and Forever Knight.
 

Wish we'd gotten to know you in person.  But til that time when we all get
to meet you in The After...

Farewell, Michael.
 

With deep respect,

:' )=

Kyer, the Personae, Griffin, Spike, Nicholas & LaCroix
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