16 September 2017 @ 09:39 pm
Bonnie has been laid up for a few days in her room, not infecting anyone with the glittersnot.

Now that she's finally stopped sneezing the rotten stuff, she's downstairs with a broom and a vacuum cleaner trying to hoover up as much of it as possible.
12 September 2017 @ 04:12 pm
Chirrut spends hours tending the tea plants today, replanting groupings of three or four into individual plants, arranging and re-arranging the pots to best find the warmth (and supposedly light) of the sun, making sure the watering system would cover the new arrangement of plants... there was a lot to do. It is peaceable work and the time flies by.

Baze isn't in his brewery when Chirrut is done, so he meanders upstairs to get cleaned up. While he cannot see muddy fingerprints, he has it on good authority that they're highly annoying.

The pain catches him once he's inside. Sudden loss, sharp and aching as a stab through the chest turns any scream into a shocked breath of air, almost silent in its agony.


That sense of knowing where Baze is, that he's alright... it's gone. He's gone.

Chirrut isn't sure how long he spends on his knees, frozen in that moment, too stunned to figure out what comes next. He can only barely remember a time Baze wasn't by his side, not too far away. He's still not, Chirrut knows in his head, but his heart doesn't want to listen. His heart is too busy screaming.

Finally he picks himself up, dusting himself off by habit. Downstairs, he should head downstairs, ask Bar, she'd... well, she'd have the best chance of knowing. Then maybe X, if he doesn't find his answer. Then... Too much, that's enough of a plan. He turns back to the door, but... no.

Muddy fingerprints are annoying. He's been told this.

Washing his hands doesn't take long. There's... there's no rush now.

When Chirrut gets to the Bar, he is greeted with a note, written on paper that would have been painfully precious in NiJedha. To anyone watching, his expression does not change as he reads it over and over again, tracing the raised ink with gentle fingers.

This? Baze died for this? So senseless. Baze deserved more.

Chirrut has a quiet word with the Bar, and is rewarded with a stack of books and a copy of his reader, which he takes to one of the chairs by the fire, a rat following behind with a cup of tea. Not Sapir - a surprise tea. For Baze. The books are on brewing beer and moonshine, a project he's wholly unsuited for, but he intends to master.
11 September 2017 @ 09:40 pm
By some miracle, Bonnie seems to have managed to be one of the few people in here that isn't sick.

So she's been in the kitchen, and has now come out with two large flasks, one of soup and one of hot lemon tea. She carries them into the bar and puts them on one of the tables.

"FREE SOUP AND HOT LEMON, COME GET IT WHILE IT'S HOT!" she calls out, getting some honey for people to mix in if they like.
01 September 2017 @ 08:31 pm
It's Jay's birthday and for once he plans to celebrate it.

So there's a party on the beach. And everyone's invited.

{ooc: party thread rules. Thread hop at will. And have fun everyone!}
{ETA: I'm heading out for a bonfire of my own. Keep playing amongst yourselves and I'll see you in a while. Back again.}
27 August 2017 @ 10:13 pm
Bonnie is down by the fire, with a cappuccino and a whole pile of clothes to repair and let down. Her granddaughter could not have picked a worse moment to announce, two days before starting middle school, that none of the clothes she usually wears to school still fit her.

Of course, what Terry was actually angling for was for Bonnie to go out and buy her a whole new wardrobe of clothes, which was not happening when plenty of this stuff just needs letting down a few inches. And what better place to do it than somewhere without a time limit?
14 August 2017 @ 09:08 pm
[OOC: AU writeup.]

The door opens, and a young woman pushes a little girl in a wheelchair that appears to have been constructed from parts of a motorbike sidecar. It's a little bit on the heavy side, even with all the bits Bonnie has hacked off it in the process, but on the other hand, it looks pretty cool.

Bonnie skids the wheelchair to a halt at the bar, and the girl laughs. Bonnie moves around the front, and signs rapidly at the girl, before getting drinks from the bar.

"All right, Alice." she says, signing at the same time. "Quick break, and then we're gonna go see the horses, okay?"
31 July 2017 @ 06:06 pm
[oom: Bonnie has surprise guests. In a better way than expected.]
29 July 2017 @ 09:33 pm
Bonnie has not had a good weekend. She's not so worried about the bruise on her chin, but since last night her knee seems to have swelled up something terrible. And it was already niggling at her even before she got knocked flying.

She's come in for a bit of a rest, and has put her knee up with an ice pack, and is occasionally prodding it with a look of annoyance. Doesn't it know she has things to do today?
28 July 2017 @ 10:53 pm
[oom: Bonnie meets with a man willing to find a sensible solution to her divorce proceedings. It doesn't go quite to plan.
Warnings for references to alcohol, moderate violence, and crude sexual language.]
26 July 2017 @ 09:24 pm
Bonnie is out back, with a toddler in hand. She and Billie are making slow progress around the garden, in the rain, wearing their raincoats and boots.

Billie has new boots, red and shiny. They're perfect for treading in puddles, which considering that she's only just started taking steps, is a very exciting thing to do indeed. Especially when you live somewhere that doesn't get very much rain.

Sometimes Bonnie has to help her a bit, by picking her up and dangling her in a puddle so she can splash her boots.
26 July 2017 @ 12:58 pm
Chirrut knows this feeling. The world becomes heavy and close and leaden.  Sounds fall flat, and there's a sense that something is about to break, held just out of reach. Back home, this feeling would be a cause for concern and preparation - water was both precious and dangerous on Jedha. With the ground too desiccated to absorb any rainfall, it would turn into murdering floods with barely any provocation.

But this isn't Jedha.

Baze knows this feeling, too. And he knows that thunderstorms have always been a bane to his friend with superior hearing. They stand together on the porch outside, waiting for the clouds to shatter completely.

The rain does not disappoint. It pours down, soaking the green, growing earth. Baze holds out a hand. "It's warm," he says, awe flooding his voice. "Chirrut, it's warm."

Chirrut, as always, follows Baze's lead, thrusting his hand out into the downpour. Delighted laughter fills the small space of the porch. It's not just warm, it is generous, fat drops splattering over his hand. This is rain that is glad, not the bitter driving creature that would storm up from Jedha's vast, barren plains.  

Since Chirrut is following Baze's lead today, he drags his friend out into the wet. They raise their hands, shake their hips, and throw their heads back to capture raindrops in their laughing mouths.
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!

For further details, this post, and this post.

Horticultural show entries are now CLOSED.
Sports threads are now CLOSED.
Stalls/other are OPEN]
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.