OTA

[codenameathos]

Oliver had waited until he had another day off to pour over the contents of the memory stick Victoria had given him. He had read every word of that file. Every mission she'd been on. Every death she was officially responsible for. Most of them aligned with British interests, but that wasn't the issue.

The issue was that this was Anne. His sweet, beautiful Anne, who had insisted that she had only been fighting off her brother. She was capable of these things, had probably always been capable of these things.

There was nothing on her recruitment, and he had no way of knowing when she had started for them. The file as it was started a little while after her 'death', but what did that mean?

He had waited until he had another day off, because after he was done reading, Oliver went out to the pub, a solitary figure huddling over ever-coming glasses of scotch at the counter. He only moved on when the bartender cut him off. A few pubs later, he was stumbling through the streets of London, until he found himself outside her house.

The address had been in her file, the house of late Lord Winter. He rang the bell and banged on her door, yelling for her to open - without ever using a name, what name was he supposed to use? - until he gave up hope and sagged against the wall beside her door, barely holding himself up in his drunkenness.

OOC: find him in the pub, on the streets, outside her door, as you prefer! From tipsy to next to blind drunk!

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[alcuin]

It was at some point during the 'stumbling through the streets of London' period that Oliver stumbled into Alcuin - literally.

Alcuin had been shopping earlier and had with him, among other things, a few glass bottles full of bath salts and scented massage oil. When the intoxicated man bumped into him, he lurched and dropped the bag. The sound of breaking glass was loud, accompanied by a mixed of strong scents wafting up from the street.

"Oh no." Alcuin started to crouch down to see to the mess, but then was more immediately concerned with the man who'd bumped into him. "Are - are you all right?"

There was, actually, something vaguely familiar about him niggling at the edges of his memory. But perhaps he just had one of those faces.

[codenamemilady]

Milady was on her way to the residence when Oliver arrived, drunk and insistent. But she did take her security seriously, the system sending a notification to her phone as he banged on the door hard enough to shake it. Her stomach dropped and mouth went dry when accessing the system remotely showed her once husband at her door, pissed, and with no indication he would leave soon.

She had the cab drop her off one street over. No sense causing more of a scene than necessary, and if things went badly, there'd be one fewer witness. The short walk gave Milady a chance to compose herself and tuck a slim dagger under her sleeve. Just in case.

"You're drunk," she said, voice frigid and bordering on disgust. "And making a scene."