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
Cocktails:
Gin Rickey
French 75
Sidecar
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.)
 
 
04 April 2017 @ 01:58 pm
 
It's one of those Spring days. One of those days when the sunlight is bright and warm upon your face, but the breeze is cool and refreshing. When the trees' first leaves are still that impossibly bright green, still just beginning to unfurl and turn to follow the sun. The grass is soft and clean under one's feet, and the garden plants are starting to wake up and get down to some serious growing.

And there is a Sunshine, feeling better - feeling more herself, certainly - sitting on a stone bench in the lee of one of the blossoming cherry trees. Her head is tilted to rest lightly against the tree trunk, her upturned eyes partially closed. The morning sun warms her back and shoulders, but the rest of her is dappled with the shadows of the blossoms above her, fluttering in the breeze.

If one were feeling generous, one might say she is meditating, or practicing mindfulness, or something high-minded like that. A cynic (or someone who knows her) might remark that she's probably fallen asleep. With more accuracy, one might say that Sunshine is just letting herself be, at the moment. Not thinking or worrying or trying to accomplish anything. Just soaking in the sunlight and existing, for a while.

It's very easy, when she lets herself unfocus, to let her gaze drift into the more visionary depths of her Dark Sight. At the moment, Rae is following the cascade of little sparks following the veins in each flower petal, basking in the tree's delight in the warm light of the Spring sun, the way its branches stretch and reach for it with every fiber of their being, and the tree's trust in the strength it draws from its roots, spreading, searching, down in the darkness under the earth.

It is occasionally good to be reminded that one can be pulled both ways and still sometimes, somehow, find peace.
 
 
23 March 2017 @ 08:41 am
Sunshine does her dead-level best to keep to her room while she's sick, letting the rats bring up food and water and tea at regular intervals. Some hallucinations are sensible - Lois Lane knows better than to put her coworkers at risk by bringing illness into the office - but some are not. And Rae can't really blame any of them for not wanting to be cooped up in boredom and misery when their lives tell them they should be out and about.

Her efforts work for a few days, but then -

Singer, performer, and prospective starlet Delysia LaFosse makes her way down the staircase in the self-assured, graceful way that suggests someone who isn't suffering from the flu, but is full of good cheer, graciousness, and vibrant energy.

The word she's going for is vivacious. It's just the sort of thing influential movie producers are looking for in a love interest. For casting a love interest, too.

But none of that is going to happen if she doesn't keep in practice. A strikingly pale fellow in white is idly improvising at the piano when she approaches. Thank goodness it isn't Michael; he would just be his impossible, insufferably handsome self at her and throw her off her stride with protestations of love. Delysia sweetly cajoles the pale fellow at the piano into playing accompaniment for her so that she might practice for tonight at the night club, and he kindly agrees.

Delysia knows a little about setting up microphones, and soon has a makeshift stage in the area just behind the pianist. And then the music begins:

"If I didn't care," she sings into the microphone, fever-bright eyes fluttering closed, "More than words can say... )
 
 
Current Mood: sick
 
 
13 March 2017 @ 09:17 am
 
Sunshine is pretty sure she must've slept crooked or something last night. She woke up tired, which is not out of the realm of what counts as 'normal' for her, but also aching like she had hauled rocks the previous day. A full-body crick-in-the-neck. That was new, and not something she wants to become a habit. So, despite the aches and pains as well as the cold, heavy clouds, and sporadic rain lingering from yesterday's storm, Rae forces herself to get up, get dressed, and go outside to stretch and do her morning run.

Though 'morning' is being generous. Dawn is still late, this time of year, and the overshadowing weather just delays daylight further. The bar grounds and lake shore are as dark as midnight.

Usually, her morning run is almost serene, if she doesn't let herself dwell on why it's necessary. She uses her run as a good opportunity to spend some time getting her thoughts in order before the day begins, her Dark Sight letting her find her way through the dark with hardly any effort. But Shiva wept, it's wretched outside today. Even with her running shoes' good traction, the mud of the saturated ground requires her to pay attention to every footfall to keep from slipping in it. She stumbles more than once, and the going is more arduous than usual.

By halfway around the darkened lake, she knows she has to slow down. Her head is pounding, and her chest isn't thanking her for all the lungfuls of cold, wet air. Rae leans on a rain-soaked tree trunk, coughing so hard she see sparkling bursts of color behind her eyelids. Like fireworks.

Damnation.
 
 
04 February 2017 @ 03:15 pm
 
Emcee (modestly dressed, no makeup except for eyeliner) comes downstairs, a paperback book in hand. He takes two folded notes from between the book's pages and leaves them with the Bar to be delivered to Abe no Seimei and Sinric. The notes both read:

I would greatly appreciate it if you could help a friend of mine who has lost his memory. Will you please advise? We will be in the bar; or if you miss us, please leave me a note and we can arrange a meeting.

Thank you!
-MC


Emcee then makes his way to a quiet corner booth to wait for Eric and/or the recipients of his notes.

The book he is reading is titled 1984.
 
 
25 January 2017 @ 09:23 pm
The door opens, briefly showing a view of a slightly cluttered living room.

A vampire steps through.

The door closes behind him and disappears.

He is tall, the vampire. Dressed in dirty blue jeans and nothing else, with a bare chest and bare, muddy feet. His hair is tousled and his eyes are wide.

This isn't Sookie's kitchen.

He turns and sees the bare wall. No door.

The look in his eyes edges toward full-on panic.


What is this place?
And why is he here?



{ooc: and welcome to Season Four of True Blood. This is Eric. He is a vampire. Those are the only two things he knows about himself. Clean slate, child-like naïveté. Please don't break him.}
 
 
20 January 2017 @ 06:49 pm
 
There's a vampire in the Bar.
More specifically at the bar, lounging.

(It's easier when your feet can reach the floor, even when you're seated in a stool).

He's got a bottle of TruBlood (yuck) and a newspaper from back home.
 
 
20 January 2017 @ 08:36 pm
 
Late, very late the third night after he arrived in Milliways, Bodhi comes downstairs to find the kitchen.

The bar has been kind enough to give him fresh clothes. He's now dressed in the pilot’s casual uniform – a soft linen-like shirt, pants, and boots; all black. There are shadows of the imperial cog printed on the upper arms.

Hoping it’s quiet this late at night, he finds himself a corner, away from the last couple of rats on duty and starts investigating the spice cupboard. Much to his surprise he finds several spices he recognises and starts prepping.

Cooking always helps him clear his mind. And his mind is far, far less clear than he’d like.

Find him in the kitchen or sitting on the back step, looking out at the garden while things simmer.

{OOC: warnings for possible Rogue One spoilers and character trauma. Please PM me if you want to talk through anything in advance. }

[Tiny tag - Bodhi]

 
 
13 January 2017 @ 07:39 pm
{OOM: Warning! Rogue One Spoilers! Bodhi is coming in at the end of his canon. Potential spoiler for events and character outcomes. If you haven’t seen Rogue One and want to tag anyway, please put a note in your subject line and/or PM me and we’ll work through it together. }

Down deep in the garage, something goes bang.

Sometime later a scruffy looking young man stumbles up the stairs from the garage.

Follow to risk of spoilers... )
[tiny tag - Bodhi Rook]
 
 
09 January 2017 @ 10:45 am
A number of decorative cookie tins were left at the bar as Winter Solstice gifts from Sunshine, sometime around the 21st of December. Just about anyone who has spoken with her more than three times or so is likely to receive one of her gifts the next time they visit the Bar, unless their name is Hannibal Lecter or Eric Northman.

The tins contain lace cookies, which are crisp, fragile things of sugar, butter, and fruit juice, just barely held together until crushed against the roof of one's mouth, where it dissolves in a bright rush of flavor before disappearing. Each tin contains two dozen cookies, eight each of summery orange, refreshing peach, and tart pomegranate, and a note that reads (translated to the language the recipient is most likely to understand):

Sending you warm wishes in the coldest of seasons.
Happy Solstice!
-Sunshine
 
 
Current Mood: busy
 
 
07 January 2017 @ 11:38 am
 
Sometimes the plan changes unexpectedly. Wilford isn't happy about this change in plan, but if this is what it takes to make a point to some people, he's willing to put up with it. Most of it, anyway.

Guppy dropped a name the last time they spoke, and today, Wilford's decided to seek her out. He's not sure where to find her, so he leaves a note with the bar regarding veterinary assistance, and addresses it to "Ray." With that done, he takes the dog over to the fireplace so he can engage in his daily ritual of deleting emails he'd prefer to avoid.

(At some point throughout the day, a new photo appears on the notice board. It's an infirmary scanner, relaxing with a bottle of Budweiser, and wearing a pair of sunglasses.)
 
 
27 December 2016 @ 06:20 pm
Sinric comes down to the bar dressed in heavy furs and carrying a large pack. He stops at the bar, dropping off a small bundle of letters and packages before requesting the last of the tools he needs.

For Ragnar and Athelstan.

For Hannibal, Rae, Emcee, Seimei, Childermass, and Sherlock.

He gives the main room one last look over before pulling his fur hood up and heading out into the snow-covered garden.

In the gloom and falling flakes, he turns towards the mountain and the massive ash tree waiting for him there.

{ooc: reactions only, please.}
 
 
25 December 2016 @ 09:13 pm
 
It's probably not that often that one goes to the bar for some peace and quiet, but with a house still full of guests, Bonnie has taken the time to bring baby Billie here for a quiet walk around.

She deposits the nearly six month old baby on the floor in front of the Christmas tree while she deposits various knitted bits and bobs. Little warm mittens for Teja's little boy and Guppy's kids, and for little Rae. For big Rae, Autor, Jay, Pearse and Sam there are warm woolly hats. Emcee's already got his jumper, hopefully it'll be enough to help keep him warm for his journey.

"Mama!" Billie points in delight to a sparkly bauble.

"Hm? Oh yes, that's real pretty." Bonnie smiles a little distractedly, scooping her back up again to show her all the other pretty baubles.
 
 
20 December 2016 @ 01:53 pm
 
Sunshine has been out of the infirmary for a couple of days, now, and found that the winter solstice had caught her unawares. She might be still recovering, but there is baking to be done and Solstice gifts to arrange for her friends. Her weakened state led her to decide on giving decorative tins full of lace cookies, this year, as they are relatively quick and easy to prepare, and can be made with any kind of fruit juice to lend them flavor. She has chosen orange, peach, and pomegranate juices, as they will make for a pleasing variety of flavors and colors.

She is recovering, but the frequency with which she has to sit and rest is disheartening to her. She nearly drifts off a time or two, but makes herself get up and make another pot of tea before continuing on.

Find Sunshine in the kitchen on this grey, next-to-shortest day of the year, singing quietly to herself under her breath as she works.

(ooc: Mun is running away for Fantastic Beasts shortly, but will return afterwards! <3333333)
 
 
Current Mood: tired