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apocalypsehowcomm2023-01-11 10:36 am
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Entry tags:
- cornelius hickey (the terror),
- cortana (halo),
- edalyn clawthorne (owl house),
- john sheppard (stargate: atlantis),
- kate cordello (original),
- manji (blade of the immortal),
- zz_andrew jaeger (original),
- zz_caitlyn kiramman (arcane),
- zz_donna noble (doctor who),
- zz_malcolm bright (prodigal son),
- zz_methos (highlander),
- zz_neal caffrey (white collar),
- zz_tim drake (dc comics)
Log - OTA! - What’s the difference between a corpse and a shirt?
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.
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.
cw: mentions of PTSD, injury, induced madness
The cold air is refreshing.
It's the first time he's gone out since Dogtown, since the infirmary, and being around people in general is a little...overwhelming. It wasn't a problem he had before, but maybe it's a mix of what happened--reminding him of the endless, overlapping, maddening chatter of the Stars--and a mix of being tempted to feed off fear. It would be so easy to get here--it would take but a few words to tip someone's sadness over into apprehension, of something that is out there coming for them, like it came for George. He wouldn't dare--the bad karma alone would probably crush him instantly, but the temptation is there. The Hunt, tugging at his instincts, always.
There's someone out here. John sees Neal, and for a moment, considers leaving him alone. But maybe this is the kind of night none of them should be left alone.
"Taking a break?"
John's still very visibly injured. He moves slowly, many bandages still rustling under his clothes and jacket. There's cuts and scratches that are mostly healed on his skin here and there. There's also a lingering fear about him, something wild and unsettled brewing under the surface.
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He shivers and focuses on John's words. "Yeah. You?"
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He has a bottle of beer in one hand that’s mostly finished, and he takes a sip.
“Good turnout, huh?”
He didn’t know George well, personally, but he came to pay his respects anyway, he was one of them. It just added another level to the tragedy of their lives—George never got to go back to his world, in the end.
He wonders if that’s the same fate that awaits them all.
“It’s good, that we can still do stuff like this. That the Entities can’t take this away.” He gestures at them, the bar, the wake, all of it.
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“George was a good person, smart… Before you got here, back in the summer, we were working to stop a ritual in a little mining town down south. He came up with a plan to flush people out of an underground event space. Save a lot of lives when everyone else just saw options with casualties. Even people who weren’t close to him knew of him.”