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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),
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- zz_caitlyn kiramman (arcane),
- zz_donna noble (doctor who),
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- 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.
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He pauses a moment, then adds, "Turned out fine in the end, but it did give some insight into the sheer number of people who might have information when someone turns up missing."
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They reach the front door and Kate looks back up at Adam. "You know we don't have to go back inside. We could go someplace else."
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He's seen how that turns out, more times than he'd care to remember.
"We could." He looks down to meet Kate's gaze, smiling ever so slightly. "Is there someplace you'd like to go? Normally, I'd suggest just wandering a bit, but this isn't the weather for it."
Not the cold so much as the risk of acid snow, which still sounds faintly ridiculous to him, like the plot of a B-grade sci-fi movie revolving around the dangers of pollution.
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They should go somewhere and get out of the cold. She has a very good idea as to how they can both warm up. "We could go back to your place or mine. Or we could get a hotel room."
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No dealing with his teenaged flatmate, or her terrifying ones.
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For her. His ties are, for the most part, loosely held, and by design.
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