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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[bloodalwaystells]

The comment about alcohol gets a chuckle out of him, because isn't that the truth. Just because he doesn't drink much, it doesn't mean he isn't tempted.

"I've never really been a man of faith, myself. I respect others, but it's not something I was ever taught and by the time I got to where I could form my own opinion, other things had filled in that space."

Even as he says it, he can hear the rattle of chains and cheery, chiming laughter, but...that's something else entirely. He thinks. He tells himself.

He huffs out a breath. "But rituals are comforting, and there's something to be said for sharing grief, for seeing that you aren't the only one mourning."

The last bit gets a moment of silence, of contemplation, because he's not sure exactly how to answer that. Kate deserves at least some honesty, in his mind, but on the other hand he's barely honest with *himself*, never mind someone else.

But he's trying. He really is.

"Trying to keep busy so I don't have to think so much," he admits after a few seconds. "Things still feel strange without Garner, I'm trying to get back into routine but it feels...off. Maybe a little unreal."

[bossyboiler]

"I don't know what I believe in anymore with regards to religion and deities. I used to be a firm non-Believer because everything already has an explanation with science. Since arriving here though? If there are such things as Entities and there are, and such things as cross-dimensional travel, then who knows what else is out there." She has to take a sip of her drink. "I still find the idea of an organized religion a little kooky." She is not sorry if that offends anyone.

"That I can agree on. It's good seeing how many people attended tonight, out of respect for George. I just hope he knew how much he was liked." Did he? Much like where the vanished go, Kate supposes that they'll never really know.

"When we last spoke, I mentioned taking up a new hobby or two. Have you given that suggestion anymore thought?

[bloodalwaystells]

"That's sort of where I am, I think. There are Powers in my world, not just Entities but...other things, and I've experienced some of them. Enough to believe in something, though I'm not always sure what." He shrugs, a darkly wry smile in his face before it fades.

"I hope he did, too. I know things weren't always easy for him, but he tried, and earned a lot of respect. I think he was kinder than he realized, as well. He did what he thought was right, but he thought about people it affected as well." Including keeping the secrets of those who needed it, and Jaeger would always value that. The quiet understanding of doing things that needed to be done, and not judging those awful necessities.

He'd never be able to say it, but at least Jaeger had a chance to express his gratitude for that while the man was still alive.

The shift in topic takes Jaeger a moment, but he smiles again, this time ruefully. How much has he thought about their discussion? Some, but he knew he was still wobbling a bit.

"Well, a very pleasant co worker may be getting me started on yoga this Sunday..." He definitely hasn't forgotten. He pauses, tilting his head in thought. "The rest, I'm still working on. Things that...aren't work. Or research for work. Or waiting for work to start."

Yes, he does have a sense of humor- it just happens to be as dry as old bones.