The Funeral

[somebodysdeath]

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[smithnjones]

Martha is here, because she has to be here. Jack is right. She has become a figure that people look up to and she knows that so she's here to be a strong figure for those people who need it right now.

She sits within the inner circle so that people can see her, in case they need anything at all.

Sometime when the silence has settled upon them, and not the awkward type of silence, the shared, comfortable silence of loss... Martha Jones stands up.

"Not sure what there is to say. For most of us, Brando was a father to us and he cared for us, as if we were his own. I spent a lot of time with him and I could tell that what Dinah said about family. At least in his mind, that's what we were for him. His family." She shakes her head. "There are a lot of things that have happened to me that I will never forget, that will never get any less painful. Finding Brando... is one of those moments, those memories that will stay with me forever. More than that, though, when he found me, the way he cared for each and every one of us, I think that

[calicoway]

Luke, for his part, is going to remain quiet. He was close to Brando (as close as he could be considering neither were really around). Throughout everything, he managed to look up to Brando as a father. More so than his own father had ever been in that position for him.

He's sitting at the edge of the circle in a corner, head in his hands.

[just1touch]

Johnny did not know Brando. Never met him, in fact, but he's here to be a part of... this and to offer his support to those he knows cared for the angel. Not that he can touch Martha, but... he likes to think that just being here is... something.

It's hitting very hard, though, being at a funeral and knowing how close his own death is.

Talking has become difficult. His limp is more pronounced than ever.

It won't be long, at all.

[reluctantxangel]

Nate's only been to one funeral before, and he doesn't remember much of it. It was years ago, all just a hazy blur, and the uneventful memory of his father's funeral was always overshadowed by the memory of his mother driving away. But what little he does remember of it... it wasn't like this, and he's not sure whether that makes it better or worse.

He's sitting in a corner in the back, arms folded over his chest, wings mostly shielding him from the rest of the room, and staring into space rather than actually looking at anyone, most of the words spoken tumbling together in his mind.

Grief isn't something Nate tends to allow himself, and broody silence is generally the best you're going to get.

[guardsintheory]

Mat remembers his father's funeral. Vividly. His sixteenth birthday, his mother leaving... he didn't see her leave. And most of that day was taken up going through the change.

But right now, he's only half paying attention to what people are saying or doing. Right now, he's half-hidden behind a drum set, his wings in, curled in on himself. He looks...

Well, if Nate looks over at him, he'd be vividly reminded of the time period after their father's death and their mother's disappearance. He looks lost and confused and hurt.

Every so often, he glances over at Nate, but... he's not going to bother him.

Nate hates him now. Or... something. Why else would he refuse to talk to him for so long.

[reluctantxangel]

Nate does notice him, and after glancing over at him two or three times after the course of several minutes, gets to his feet and walks over, pulling up a chair beside him.

"Sulking in a corner," he says quietly, so as not to draw any attention to himself from anyone but Mat, "is at least kind of dignified. Hiding behind a drum set is just pathetic."

[guardsintheory]

Mat looks startled that Nate is even near him, let alone talking to him. He smiles, just a tiny bit, for a second, then looks away again.

"Yeah," he says, possibly even quieter than Nate. "That's me all over."

[whotrulyloves]

Penny only just barely knew Brando. Maybe a passing glance or a few words, but she knows just from being around other people- people like Lavendar or Martha- that he was someone to be looked up to, someone to respect. Her own father was never much of a father and ever since she got here, she found that the relationship that Brando had with so many was what she'd always wanted from her own father.

If she had the chance to go back... She might have tried to speak to him a little more. Let him know that he was what she always thought a father should be, but God knows she can't change the past. She's tried a hundred times before.

The last time she was at a funeral with no casket to be seen, it was Desmond's. Back when no one believed her when she said he was still alive. That memory combined with everything else tears her emotional barriers to ribbons (not that they were ever very strong to begin with) and she starts to cry silently in her seat, head lowered, eyes closed.

[just1touch]

Johnny just barely knows Penny's name. The basement is big enough that there are still people he hasn't met, but this doesn't stop him from reaching over and placing a hand on her shoulder, squeezing as comfortingly as he can, when her head lowers.

Dinah and Martha are right.

They're all family down here, which means there's no reason for him to not reach over and comfort her if he can.

[whotrulyloves]

She's a little stunned when she feels the pressure on her shoulder and at first thinks it's Daniel or Juliet or maybe Aiden- someone she's met before. She's not stunned to see it's Johnny- someone she only knows in passing- because somehow she's thinking the same thing. They're all in this mess together and whether they know each other at all or not, they're family.

She gives him a teary smile and then focuses her attention back on the front with her head high, a renewed sense of strength about her somehow.