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David made note of the tab board his first night in Milliways, and it's been nagging at his mind ever since. He doesn't much like incurring debts if he can help it, though he's aware he doesn't have much choice at the moment.
But there was a party, and then he resolved to put it out of his mind until after the first Friday evening he's had to himself in what feels like ages. (While he decided a long time ago that God would forgive him for putting the job first, it's still nice to have that luxury, at least.)
Now, though, he's at a table, trying to figure out just how he's going to make this work.

(OOC: We do have a plan to handle Woolly's budget woes. This post's open, though!)

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Joshua wanders over. "You dropped a three there." He reaches over and points. "Sorry. Dad was an accountant, and I'm really into math."

"Bollocks," David mutters, crossing out the offending wrong numbers.
"Thank you. Clearly, I'm a bit out of practice."

"It's alright. I didn't know you did finances." Joshua eyes what he's doing. "What're you working on?"

"My parents did, and I helped them for a while, before the Warehouse." There wasn't much to do other than try to keep his brother from ruining things.
David sighs. "I'm attempting to sort out the matter of the tabs here. Mine, specifically."

"Ah. So you're one of the people who fell into it because it was the best of all of the available options. I thought I was going to do that for a while. But then science happened." And he's a much better person for it.

"Why're you worrying about your tab?"

"...Because I'm not fond of racking up debts?"
Is that not enough of a reason?

"Why would you be racking up debts?" Joshua is honestly confused.

"Well, I am a bit by way of being dead. I'm sure Helena mentioned it."
Besides, it's been nearly a century since the Warehouse moved. If it hadn't been the pirates, something else would have killed David by now, whether the job or the natural progression of time.

"Well, yes, but how does that change things? You're still a Warehouse agent." He pauses, still confused. "We take care of our own."

For some reason, David hadn't been expecting that.
"You hardly have to."

"Yes, I do." Joshua eyes him. "You're a Warehouse agent, Mr. Wolcott." In that moment, the flaily scientist is gone, replaced by the serious Regent. "You have not betrayed her, you gave your life to protect her, the least we can do is provide for you."

"Well, if you insist. I've seen the finances, it's not as though the money isn't there."
He's not going to protest too hard, all things considered. (And he would never betray her.)

"I do insist. Besides, Helena would kick my ass if I didn't. Probably literally." Oh, there's the flaily Joshua back.

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Sameth's been thinking and testing ideas for Gaeta's leg and as is his inclination as he walks in Milliways, he looks at what people are working on.

David's notes make him wince, "Are you doing someone's accounts?"

His door found him at his workshop so he's in a grimy linen shirt with his Charter Mark faintly glowing on his forehead.

David raises an eyebrow at the glow, but it's certainly not the strangest thing he's ever seen. After working for the Warehouse, there's stiff competition for that honor.
"I had been attempting to sort out my own, but that's been handled now. I just hadn't got rid of the papers."

"I usually hold onto my notes, you never know when you'll need the paper or something that was scribbled in the margins. Sorry, I'm Sameth of the Old Kingdom,"

He offers his hand with a nervous look, that wasn't the best beginning.

"David Wolcott. Pleased to meet you," he says, returning the handshake. "I'm afraid I haven't heard of the Old Kingdom, though."

"Its not on Earth, another world entirely so I'd be surprised if you had,"

Once he's focused, he can feel that David's Dead but while the Dead who invaded scared him, David's more of the normal type of Milliways' Dead.

"Ah. I've only just arrived, I'm afraid I'm still adjusting to the place."
But he's probably having an easier time of it than people who aren't used to curiosities in their everyday lives.

"Let me know if I can help you. I've been coming here for a few years now. I'm not always good at explaining but I try."

"I dare say it helps that the Bar isn't the first such... entity I've encountered."
It's hard to quantify things like the Bar. Or the Warehouse. To some extent they defy all efforts to do so.

"Oh, where else have you met someone like her?"

"Have you met anyone else who works for the Warehouse? There's a few of us about the place, it seems."

"I have yes and accidentally ended up there one time. I make things so Claudia and I get along well. That reminds me, I made a dome for Helena Wells that I need to get to her."

David brightens at the mention of Helena. "Ah, you've met Helena? She was my partner for a while."