05 September 2017 @ 03:15 pm
It is a blazingly bright summer day, and ten year old Sunshine has brought a beach towel, a thermos of cold orange juice, and an old book of scary stories to the lake shore to enjoy it and soak it all in. Already the days are getting shorter at Milliways, she can tell, even if they're still lovely and long. She had better take in what's left of the summer while it's not yet autumn.

So there is a kid down by the lake shore, stretched out and reading, digging her toes into the warm sand and delighting in the suspenseful novel, and soaking in the sunlight as surely as any of the trees of the nearby forest.
Current Mood: content
18 August 2017 @ 09:17 am
Outside at the picnic table, in the blazing summer sunlight, Sunshine has settled in to maintain her gear. She has done what little laundry she has, and taken an inventory of her curatives so she knows what she'll need to stock up on at the Bar. Her daggers - each nearly the length of a short-sword - have been cleaned and will be taken by the forge later to be sharpened before she heads back. She has just cleaned the lingering mud and grime from her light leather armor, and now she has settled in to oil the leather.

The repetitive motions, the feel of the strong, smooth leather under her hands, and the reassuring heat and light of the sun on her back make it very easy for even a hunter to relax.
14 August 2017 @ 09:56 am
In a stroke of real luck, the hunter comes in just as the Vesperpool's light evening drizzle is turning into a real rainstorm outside. She supposes the rain could've taken care of some of the swamp's mud on her boots for her, but then again, it was just as likely to make it worse. Plus, the rain would only make visibility worse as night set in, and she is still a good ways from the nearest haven.

She'll definitely get something to eat and a potion to take the edge off the bruises and scrapes she sports, just enough to get her to the haven for the night. But the luxury of running water and soap isn't to be missed, so she heads directly to the nearest restroom, peeling off her fingerless gloves and stuffing them into her pack as she goes.

Sunshine comes back a few minutes later with a face and hands that are clean for the first time in two weeks (and with mostly mud-free boots!) feeling almost human again. A shower can wait until she's had food. She drops tiredly onto a bar stool, and chuckles when she's met with a mug of hot Ebony. "Six bless you, Bar," she smiles, wrapping her chilled hands around the mug and breathing in the steam. "I'm glad I found this place when I did - it was getting a bit sticky out there."
Current Mood: grateful
31 July 2017 @ 12:48 pm
Bar has been looking after keeping young Rae's produce fresh, and it looks like Rae has gotten everything harvested, written, and ready. So this afternoon, Rae asks Bar to deliver a couple of notes and some of her garden produce.

Bodhi Rook )

Djehuty )

Once the notes and the vegetables disappear, Rae thanks the Bar very much for her help, and goes off to settle by the fireplace and read.
19 July 2017 @ 09:21 am
There is a little girl and a large head of lettuce at the bar.

The girl has a glass of orange juice, a poloroid-type photograph of her, the head of lettuce and her blue ribbon from the Milliways summer fair, and a pen and paper, and she is trying to word a letter of some sort.

The lettuce is just sitting there.
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]
30 June 2017 @ 04:33 pm
She had almost missed it, she knows, but there wasn't any way she could've made her choice any earlier. Not with how she'd been feeling when she arrived.

But with a day or so of time to recover, when the grief isn't so fresh, young Rae Seddon made sure to make her choice for Cubefall.


So there is a small bird the color of the early dawn sky that can be found perched and singing in the apple tree next to the greenhouse door this afternoon, or perhaps enjoying the sensation of flight as she flits effortlessly through the air.
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 @ 08:51 am
Young Rae Seddon is staying indoors today, as a morning rain shower has relieved her of the need to water her plants in the garden. The lettuces are forming heads and growing surprisingly well, she is daily happy to see, and the spinach will likely be fully grown soon. The carrots and radishes are beginning to fill out, too, though they are quite small still. Their leaves were left rather ragged by the bugs Rae found munching on them the other day.

(The garden pests book Rae consulted said the big ones she'd found were celery worms, but then it had to mention that they were the larva form of a rather large and pretty butterfly, so Rae had spent the day moving them to some of the taller plants growing by the forest edge. The pest book said most other pest problems - ants, aphids, caterpillars, wire worms, potato beetles, moles, mice, and mites - could be avoided by mixing up a spray involving garlic and mint and cayenne and dish soap and water. She has the spray-bottle in the kitchen's under-sink cabinet for re-application when the rain stops.)

So this morning, the ten-year-old girl is sitting on the couch near the fireplace, drawing in faint pencil-lines on a piece of white fabric, an embroidery hoop and a case of embroidery floss and needles by her side for when she finally decides what she wants to make. Currently, she is sketching an approximation of an open book upon the cloth. It is nestled in the corner of the cloth next to a rough drawing of a cat.
01 June 2017 @ 05:17 pm
The weather in Milliways is finally coming a little bit closer to Djehuty's tastes. Not that he needs to feel the cold, or the wind, or the snow, or the raw semi-Scottish damp, if he doesn't want to. But it's nice now to feel a bit of sun.

In fact, he's liking it so much that he's even contemplating starting a little Milliways-style garden by his mansion in the Duat. So there's an ibis-headed man striding serenely amongst the various plantings, taking notes.

((Oof, it's bedtime for me, but I'll be back!))
01 June 2017 @ 08:51 am
The morning dew hasn't fully evaporated yet when ten year old Rae Seddon heads out to the garden, carrying a full and slightly too-heavy watering can. It's heavy enough that she has to use both hands, and then has to make a second trip back to the bar for her garden gloves (bright green), a dirty, three-pronged claw-like cultivator tool for helping loosen soil, and a plastic cushion (purple) for kneeling on so she doesn't get too much dirt on her faded and torn jeans (mostly blue).

The girl sets down the purple, plastic cushion on the soil in between the rows, and kneels on it, working to loosen the roots of grass and other weeds trying to infringe upon the garden plants. (She settles the uprooted weeds into bare spaces on the lawn so they can do some good there - plants are only weeds where they are unwanted, after all.) She talks to the garden plants as she works, encouraging them to grow. Her radishes and carrots are leafing out, and she thinks the lettuces are already taller, but she isn't quite sure.
Current Mood: determined
23 May 2017 @ 09:55 am
A little over a week ago, ten-year-old Rae Seddon had claimed one of the unused rows in the garden for her own use, planting a number of different seedlings (after consulting with a handwritten list of how far apart they needed to be) there. The row is now home to seedlings of three kinds of lettuces, radishes, spinach and tiny carrots.

If you should be outside on this bright and sunny day, you may see her, a small, thin figure in a faded pink t-shirt and torn blue jeans, giving encouragement to the plants as she pulls up weeds trying to grow around them and carefully waters each of the seedlings in turn. Once they are all free of weeds and are well-watered, she moves on to the other plants in the garden that look like they could use some care.

She hums to herself as she works.
Current Mood: cheerful
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.
13 May 2017 @ 09:31 pm
Auxin comes in from the back garden, having completed his run for the morning. He heads for a quick shower (the showers here beat anything he can get at home) and then leaves two notes at the bar.

Autor, Lady Rae )

With that, he gets a bacon sandwich and a pint of Winkles Old Peculiar, which he takes over to the fireplace while his hair dries.
13 May 2017 @ 10:32 am
The stuff Jay had given her had worked - Rae couldn't remember the last time she had gotten a full ten hours of restful sleep not interrupted by nightmares or delayed by insomnia. It's amazing how different the world feels without the faint ache of tiredness in her head and shoulders and eyes, without the sound of an alarm clock shrieking to wake the dead.

But, having gone through the step of making sure she is well rested before she leaves, Rae has set herself on the path that means she must go through with it. She must leave. There is no backing down now. Rae expects that if she chickened out today and then later went back to Jay asking for another night of dreamless sleep to prepare herself, he would throw her out the door himself.

And she wouldn't blame him.

So she must go through with it.

So this morning, Sunshine comes down the stairs to the bar room wearing a three-quarter-sleeved, button-up, lavender shirt, its collar neatly pressed and with a sheer, white and purple flower-printed scarf knotted at her throat, and a pair of beige dress pants. Her hair is up, fixed in a neat bun. Her ears are adorned with simple, fake diamond studs. Her hands are clean and her nails neatly trimmed, her scars hidden. Rae isn't very good at lying, but she is very good at telling stories. Her appearance radiates proper, upstanding member of the community, who lives a blameless life and contributes to the good of her city and its people, yet is being unfairly persecuted by an overzealous and misguided member of law enforcement.

She will see how good of a storyteller she is, today.

Rae lingers in the bar long enough to have a light breakfast - her stomach isn't up to much, but going into this meeting running on empty doesn't seem like a good idea, either. The toast and eggs and juice are finished and the dishes taken away much too soon. Then all there is left is to get to her feet, to double-check she has everything she could conceivably need - her hand brushes the familiar weight of the little pocket-knife in its pocket - to go over to the door and grip the doorknob... and go.

The door closes quietly behind her.

(ooc: Feel free to catch her before she heads out. <33333)
03 May 2017 @ 12:25 pm
Sunshine is looking restless, sitting at a table and watching the room. She has a cup of tea long gone cold before her, as well as a blank pad of paper and a pen, but isn't doing much more than fidgeting with the pen at the moment.

However much the possibilities of what waits for her in her world scare her, now that she has made the decision to go back, she is anxious to do so. But there are friends in Milliways Rae refuses to leave without saying goodbye to. Just in case.

She'll leave notes if she absolutely has to; she's just resisting the idea that it's her best option.
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]
18 April 2017 @ 10:14 am
Spring is in the air at Milliways. Literally, if you are allergy prone. Flowers are in bloom, the grass is green, the mud is everywhere, and the demon bunnies are busy ensuring the next generation will be a large one.

In the midst of all of this, smoke wafts across the landscape - bitter with the scent of burning flesh and mechanics, mixed with the salt air of the sea and the scent of sun-baked sand.

Somewhere in the smoke, somehow, between one cloudy drift and another, someone appears sprawled on the grass. A thin man, bloodied and marked with blaster char. A man who, for once in his life, is completely and utterly bewildered. As he lies there, the injuries he came with fade, ghosting away as if they never were.

This new addition to Milliways doesn't have much time to consider his new and much muddier lot in life before he is joined, at not so far a distance, by a second man. A mountain of a man, armored and scarred, the last remnants of the sand from a past life whipping past and disappearing into the grass.

(Tiny tags: Chirrut Imwe, Baze Malbus, Anakin Solo)

(OOC: The boys are going to be investigating the Bar, so feel free to find them there (covered in mud) or out back (also muddy).)

(OOC: Alright my lovelies, we're going into slowtime - new pups are still welcome, and while play may be sporadic tomorrow we'll both be back tomorrow night. May the Force of others be with you.)