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[sunbaked_baker]

"That should be enough to cover the rest of my tab," Rae says to the bar, as the money disappears into the counter top. Up on the tab board, Sunshine's balance goes into the black by a few dollars. "Thanks again for keeping my key for me while I'm out. I should be back... whenever the door shows up again."

She rummages through her things for a moment, and produces a folded note, much creased. "If Autor shows up while I'm not here, could you see that he gets this? Thank you." It may just be a note telling him to let her know that he's okay and back again, but she doesn't want to go on vaguely worrying about him without doing anything. She has put off going home for too long, and it just gets harder to do so the longer she stays. So she's going. Today. Right now.

...After a cup of tea.

But after that? She's definitely going.


~*~*~*~

Sometime after the door closes behind Rae Seddon as she returns to the coffeehouse, the front door opens again - this time, on a busy grade-school hallway. Ten-year-old Rae Seddon comes in with her backpack heavy-laden with books, her hair in a ponytail held by a hot pink scrunchie. The girl's somewhat tired look brightens into a grin as she sees where the door had led her. Careful to make sure the door closes securely behind her, she quickly shucks her backpack onto an empty couch and heads directly to the kitchen. The bar knows just when she needs it to show up the most (i.e. when there's another hour before lunch and that hour is math class).

A little while later, the girl emerges back into the bar room, carrying a plate with a bean'n'cheese'n'avocado burrito on it (microwaves don't require adult supervision, so there) over to the couch. Rae balances the plate on her lap while she eats, having found an interesting-looking cooking competition show on the bar's television.


(ooc: Catch adult!Rae before she leaves or catch little!Rae after she arrives. Open forever.)

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[makesthings]

Sameth is smoothing his hair down and trying to make his surcoat not look as rumpled when he enters Milliways and laughs with relief. There's time for a break in Milliways before heading to the State dinner and he heads to the counter where he gets a napkin.

Quickly he writes up a few simple specials before pouring himself some spiced wine and starting to sketch on a piece of paper that was in his surcoat pocket.

Specials

Spiced Wine
Coffee or tea
Whiskey
What projects are you working on?

That should create some nice conversations and remind him of what everyone else is doing.

(OOC: Open until another Happy Hour goes up or it scrolls, whichever comes first.)

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[never_shall_yield]

 
Javert has been outside all day, carving wood. There is a strong smell of resin and sawdust about him when he comes inside, and his usually spotless clothes are flecked with chippings. There is no help for it; it is too cold to continue out on the building site and so he drops some wood and tools on his table, and orders a coffee at the bar to warm his hands back up.

It comes with two very odd notes.

The first he scowls at. The second just gets confusion. What is a hen party? And, more importantly-

'What is 'fifties biker'?'

Bar does not see fit to enlighten him. He retreats to a table looking puzzled, and goes back to hand-carving a piece of wood at his usual secluded booth.

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[2goodarms]

[Out of Milliways, eighteen years ago:

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

warning for references to murder, self-harm (including self-inflicted amputation), and cannibalism.]