Log - OTA! - What’s the difference between a corpse and a shirt?

[bossyboiler]

Who: Everyone.
When: Wednesday evening, Jan 11th
Where: A rented out bar, downtown.
Summary: The wake for George Milton.
Warnings: N/A (will update as needed)

If anyone of the forcibly kidnapped to Gloucester deserved to be remembered, it was George Milton. In many ways, he was the best of them. He had been kind. He had always been willing to help and lend a hand. Unlike some whose first choice was violence (because what else was there), he had chosen to forgo that route and had come up with a much more clever solution. The solution saved lives.

It had not felt right to have a formal service for him. To put it simply, he was not a formal person. And so after much calling around, a bar had been found where they could rent out the entire place before business got too busy. It was just for a couple of hours. People could come and say nice things about George. It's what he deserved after all.

So come on in, have a beer or two, and sit a spell. Maybe you'll feel like sharing a story about George or maybe you're just there to pay your respects. There's a break in the weather, the clouds only filling up half of the nighttime sky. No acid snow for tonight.

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Early

[ployboy]

Truth be told, he didn't expect to attend a wake so soon-- or... ever, frankly. Which is dumb given the danger of their work and location, but injuries and casualties had been... different for ADI recruits.

Anyway. No. Tim hadn't known George.

It doesn't stop him from slinking through the doors, finding some seats and tables in the process of being rearranged, and volunteering his efforts to the cause. One table he's pushing up against another is destined for foods and things, and Tim blinks up at Kate before shyly saying, "Okay, that's cute."

Because fish.

[bossyboiler]

She remembers him.

"Thanks and thank you. I think George would have found it funny." The tables are pushed together and some of the food has already been put out. "Tim right? Do you think you could help me bring in a few more things?"

[ployboy]

It's still strange to think he should be viewing everything different when life went on in Gloucester without him. Tim's started to think of it as just-- like returning to Gotham after those months away. You relearn.

He nods.

"Just tell me what to do," he says, and wow if that isn't some weight off his shoulders to expect instructions coming his way. "I was kinda hoping to just stay busy anyway."

[bossyboiler]

"Great! Thanks so much. This way. My name is Kate if you don't remember." And it's out the front door of the pub and over to the street parking where there's one of ADI's vans waiting. There's not much to carry in but a tray of vegetables with dips and a tray of cheese and meats. There are also some plates that need to be brought in.

She takes out the first tray and offers it to Tim. "Wanting to stay busy, huh? Were you and George close?"

[ployboy]

"Kate," he repeats more for her than for himself to hear. There's the distracting satisfaction of knowing her well enough to call her a first victim. Tim would scrub that entire history if he could. He follows obediently, shouldering doors open for her when he can.

So begins his career in food service.

"Uhm, the opposite, I think," Tim clarifies as he takes the tray. He doesn't sound or seem shameful in disclosing the fact. "I never met him. But I do know he was a good friend to Malcolm."

[bossyboiler]

"Yeah. I've gotten the impression that they were very good friends." Kate says and looks a little sad as she stacks a second tray on top of Tim's first one. Does Tim know that it had been Malcolm who had found his body? That Malcolm sounds and acts like he is deeply troubled over it? Kate doesn't know but she is not going to reveal that to Tim because she knows that Malcolm would not like anyone discussing his business.

Kate grabs another small box that contains some serving utensils and then after closing the van door she turns back to Tim. "That's the last tray. I'll go on ahead and open the door for you. I really appreciate you helping me out."

And because she's curious, "You were in Wolf's Pen, weren't you?"

[ployboy]

It's not just Malcolm, Tim reminds himself. Just a curious peek at the ADI forums was enough to key someone in on the impact that Mr. Milton had had on this odd community of theirs. There's the distracting urge to want to feel guilt over never using the time Tim had to meet the man, but that's just not possible. To involve himself with and make good friends out of every poor unfortunate soul that lands drafted into service.

He hums, is glad for training where he can balance food trays and not drop them at the first step. Because an untrained Tim? An untrained Tim would've struggled.

"Yeah, I was. I," he fights against clearing his throat because he is carrying food he needs to be sanitary but there's a pause where he gathers his strength regardless. "I don't think Nia loves me much. I talked Sheriff Porter into joining the investigation. I... went to track down a den of White Things instead of, uh, going fishing. Is that what you were up to?"

[bossyboiler]

She scoots ahead of Tim to open the door back into the Pub. Once they are both inside, Kate walks to where the tables are. She turns to him to take the first tray and sits it down on the table. And then she reaches for the second tray to put that down as well.

"Nia will get over it. Wolf Pen was a success as far as I know. And if she doesn't that's on her not you." Kate says as she opens the trays and arranges them. She then puts out the utensils and plates and serving spoons. It's not a great feast but it'll do. She doesn't want people just drinking on an empty stomach.

"George had the brilliant idea that instead of just blowing up the tunnels where the people for the sacrifice would be to instead put dead fish everywhere in the tunnels. He was right. The smell drove everyone away." She makes a face. "It worked but it was disgusting. I helped George move the dead fish to the tunnels, so did lots of other people."