15 July 2017 @ 09:35 pm
Bonnie is sitting in a booth, with a thick brown envelope, two smaller white envelopes and a rather thoughtful expression.

Why is nothing ever straightforward in this world?
02 July 2017 @ 09:32 pm
Outside on the grass, from the Scout Hut towards the beach, there is bunting and fairy lights and a large banner.


The fair is here for the whole week, and there's something for everyone, so come along and join us!

[ooc: OPEN TO ALL!
Threadhopping encouraged!

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Horticultural show entries are now CLOSED.
Sports threads are now CLOSED.
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29 June 2017 @ 08:27 am
A rather downcast and troubled little girl comes into the bar today, closing the door quietly behind her. She hadn't been looking for Milliways - she had been entering her bedroom with the intent of flopping down on her bed and resolutely not crying for a while.

She recognizes the changes to the bar room which signals the advent of Cubefall, and the knowledge lifts her spirits somewhat, but she doesn't know if she is up to enjoy whatever potential changes offered to her.

The vid-screen that pops up when she scoots up onto a bar stool offers an array of choices: a pretty little mermaid who might explore the depths of the lake without worry, a boy her own age, an almost graceful-looking robotic antelope-type creature, and a small bird the color of the early dawn sky. They're all tempting - all a way to push everything away for a while and not worry, not be scared. But she doesn't know if she could enjoy a Cubefall change just yet, with the day's happenings still fresh in her mind. She carries with her the sounds of kids crying, the image of her teachers' strained faces as they tried to be strong for their students, to offer strength and guidance to children navigating the treacherous sea of fear and grief for the sudden loss of a classmate, not allowed to react for themselves where their students could see.

When she had tried to tell her mother why she was so upset on the way home from school, her mother's reassurance that they were safe did not help. That wasn't the point. Not really. Her mother did not understand.

"Thank you, Bar. I'll... choose in a little while. Not... not now, I think," she murmurs, folding her arms on the counter top and resting her head on them. She'll choose sometime when she feels like she could actually enjoy the temporary change.
19 June 2017 @ 09:35 pm
Bonnie is sat in a central booth, with a big box labelled:


Prizes include:
'Vampire Tales and Other Eerie Matters'
A block of sapir tea
A plate of no-bake cookies
Cuddly Toy Demonic Bunny
Huckleberry Pie
1950s USA leather jacket

Come buy some raffle tickets!

[ooc: See back room posts.]
15 June 2017 @ 10:17 pm
There's a fresh set of posters up in the bar.

Pinned underneath is an additional note:

The fair is now only a few weeks away! Don't forget to sign up if you want to take part in the sports!


[ooc: See here for details]
10 June 2017 @ 02:15 pm
Jay comes in through his door, holding it propped open with a kit bag while he ferries several other bags in and dumps them on a table.

The view through the open door is of a jungle, green and humid with a sluggish muddy river flowing slowly. Jay bounces down the gangway of a houseboat till all his belongings are off the boat and inside the bar.

Time to repack and move on.
05 June 2017 @ 09:37 pm
So Bonnie thought, last week, that it would be a really good idea to get her senior class to construct alarm clocks.

And her senior class, apparently, thought it would be an even better idea for them to all set the alarms for the same time before handing them in.

Which is why after Bonnie deposits her box of clocks in the bar to do her marking, there is suddenly the sound of twenty bells all going off at once. She narrowly avoids dropping her pint of non-alcoholic beer.

"Oh very funny." she puts down her pint and starts going through the box turning them off.
17 May 2017 @ 11:10 am
A ten-year-old Rae Seddon is sitting at one of the tall bar-stools, this afternoon, swinging her legs as she peruses a giant seed catalog set before her on the counter. Springtime has come to Milliways again, even if it's still late winter at home, and that means that summer's coming, and with it the fair! She has had lots of fun growing vegetables and technically-fruit for the fair gardening competitions in the past, and wants to grow something this year, too.

But what to grow? It's hard to choose!

Rae has narrowed her choices down to 'something she hasn't grown before,' but that still leaves a lot of options.

"Hmmmmmm," she says, eloquently giving voice to the conundrum as she turns a page.
12 May 2017 @ 01:50 pm
If anyone happens to be outside tonight, they may notice Jay carrying a couple of Jerry cans of fuel down to the boat-shed. He fiddles about in there for a bit before reappearing sans cans.

It's a lovely clear night so he sits himself down on a rock by the lake and enjoys a quiet smoke in the moonlight.

Company is always welcome.
06 May 2017 @ 10:01 pm
Some colourful posters have appeared around the bar. The Milliways County Fair 2017 has been announced!

On a nearby table Bonnie has set herself up with another sign and a pile of raffle tickets.

'Raffle tickets $1 (or equivalent)
All proceeds to Life Support/Milliscouts
Prize donations also needed

Prizes so far:
Cuddly Toy Demonic Bunny
Huckleberry Pie
1950s USA leather jacket'

[ooc: Full details here. Please read before entering as some categories require sign up]
23 April 2017 @ 09:51 pm
Bonnie pins a notice on the board when she comes into the bar this evening.

'All participants in the Easter Portrait Photography Challenge please submit your scores here!'

She then settles down near the fire, with some knitting. She unravels one of her own knitted sweaters first, winding the wool back into a ball, then proceeds to re-knit the wool to fit a smaller person.
19 April 2017 @ 01:58 pm
Emcee comes downstairs looking like the opposite of what he'd looked like to anyone who'd seen him last.

That is, he looks like himself. And more importantly, in the bigger scheme of things, he feels like himself.

Clad in his usual repurposed tuxedo trousers and suspenders, a white sleeveless undershirt, and grungy boots, he's also made the effort to put on makeup. Smoky blue eyeshadow, crimson lipstick. Because this is who he is.

When he reaches the Bar, he receives a note from Sinric saying a fond farewell. And he also receives a note from Bar herself, saying that he has bartending duty now. Never one to shirk a bartending shift, he takes a moment to ask for a few items before agreeing and lets her have her nap.

He sets up an iThing music player on the back shelf to play a collection of electro swing, beginning with a little ditty called Star Wars - Cantina Band. Emcee has no idea who or what this is but it's catchy, and he bops in place as he writes the specials on the board.

Happy Hour Specials
Gin Rickey
French 75
Bee's Knees
Corpse Reviver
Hanky Panky

With that done, he pours himself a glass of cherry schnapps and snacks on Belgian fries from a huge bowl, enough to share with anyone who comes by.

[tiny tags: cassian andor, baze malbus, chirrut imwe, mary of guelders]
02 April 2017 @ 09:29 pm
There is a new notice on the notice board.

'Attn Milliscouts,

I hope you're all keeping well in this flu season.

I have a new challenge for you for Easter this year.

At the bar you can collect a disposable camera and a straw hat. Your challenge is to persuade as many folks as possible to pose for a photograph wearing the straw hat. You will get one point for each different person you successfully photograph, and the person with the most points by the end of Easter Monday will receive a very large Easter egg (chocolate unless you are allergic).

All participants will receive a smaller egg, and if you are a scout, a special Portrait Photography Challenge badge.

Game Guidelines

1. You must not take anyone's photograph without their permission.

2. You may decorate the straw hat if you wish but it must still look like a straw hat. (Don't cut them, they'll fall apart).

3. You may take pictures of each other but there is only one prize.

4. You do not have to be an official member of the Milliscouts to take part, but you will have to join officially (by speaking to a leader) if you want the badge.

5. You may use a different camera if you have one. Otherwise you can get your disposable camera photos from the bar.

6. Have fun!


Bonnie herself is around at the bar, if anyone has questions.
19 March 2017 @ 09:27 pm
Bonnie is feeling quite a lot better than she had been. At least the hallucinations have stopped and she's no longer contagious, and she's been able to go back home to the kids.

Today she's made a large pot of chunky vegetable soup, with crusty rolls, for anyone who's still feeling a bit under the weather.
10 March 2017 @ 10:46 pm
Bonnie doesn't feel quite right today. Mainly because she keeps forgetting who she is. She's not sure who else she's supposed to be, only that there are complete gaps in her day.

At the moment, she's burning up, and having a perplexed argument with Bar about the fact that there's half a pint of beer in front of her.

"I didn't order this."

Yes you did

"I cain't have. Half a pint, indeed! If I were gonna fall off the wagon, again, I'd order a whole pint. Take it away, please."

Bar obliges. Bonnie puts a hand to her head, which is spinning horribly.

[tinytag: IMDB flu]
07 March 2017 @ 08:17 pm
 Dr. Hannibal Lecter would never loudly blow his nose.

Instead, he occasionally daintily dabs it with a plain white fabric handkerchief while sitting in a comfortable high-backed chair, wooly scarf around his neck, sipping on sage tea with honey whenever he looks up from the largely inoffensive novel he is reading on his iPad.

[[OOC: Get your early IMDb flu here! Hallucinations will happen by the weekend, earliest.]]
26 February 2017 @ 10:01 pm
[oom: Repairs after the storm.]
The bar room of Milliways is always full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.

But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of an city alleyway, to a caucophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, the smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.

Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. His white hair is decorated with purple, gold and green feathers, his pale face partially hidden by a sharp, glittery cat mask of gold, behind which his green eyes are bright. Over his white shirt this evening he wears a shiny waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black. It's clearly party time, big time, show time -

"And then some!" he grins, seeing Milliways. "Fat Tuesday is upon us, Milliways! Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

Yrael will make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre, and the Bar can certainly provide a change of costume...

(ooc: The post will be open all weekend and into next week as needed! Usual party-thread guidelines apply! Tag in! Threadhop! Meet new people and get into trouble! :D Yrael will be around, but his mun will not be able to tag much until Monday evening. <333333)
18 February 2017 @ 04:10 pm
Autor didn't realize he'd be this resentful--or angry. It flares up suddenly at times, choking him. He doesn't belong in the bar anymore, and his mind often strays to the front. The zest he had during his youth has quietly died--he doesn't even want to read anymore--and nothing has survived about his past life.

Nothing, that is, except the garden. Autor sighs at first. Looking over the weeds, leaves and minor debris, he wonders if he should let this part of his old life quietly die, too. Rae's efforts to care for them help him try to muster up the energy to work on the asparagus.

He can see the little sprouts already pushing through the mess. He can't bear to see them go to waste. It'll be a challenge, and he may still give up, but for the moment, he forces himself to kneel and get to work setting the asparagus garden to rights.

He'll be willing to speak with most anyone who stops by, though he'll be lost in the work at first.
12 February 2017 @ 09:00 pm
Since Jay gave her some older motorbikes to work on, Bonnie has been very busy at home. It's satisfying work though, and stuff that some of the rest of the family can help her with, and it makes up for the fact that Turtle is already behind on child support.

Tonight she has got the first one through to the garage, and is busy polishing the late 1930s BSA M-series bike up to a beautiful shine. No point in restoring something to brilliant condition and then presenting it dirty.

Botherable in the garage, or later coming back through to the bar.