Jul. 2nd, 2017

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Outside on the grass, from the Scout Hut towards the beach, there is bunting and fairy lights and a large banner.

MILLIWAYS THIRD COUNTY FAIR

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



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[oom: "...Well done, Detective."

content adapted from Red Robin #12, content advisory for violence and somewhat death-seeking behavior/thoughts]


“Injured teenager” is probably a pretty familiar sight to regular patrons of Milliways by now, but this is a day for old standards. Tim’s right arm is in a sling, there’s a pretty large white bandage taped under his left eye (that doesn’t quite cover the bloom of bruised skin on his face), and—well, that’s about all that’s immediately visible, and from the stiff way he’s moving, there’s more you can’t see.

Tim’s not really sure he wants to be in Milliways at the moment, but he wants to stay in the Manor even less right now. It’s been a hell of a few days, and yeah, there were some bright spots, like everyone believing that Bruce is still alive, but—but.

Everyone had treated him like he was insane. And then Dick realized the truth because he went and threw “Bruce” in a Lazarus Pit, the fucking hypocrite, and Tim’s just—he doesn’t know what he is. Exhausted, mostly. He ends up grabbing a few ice packs from the Bar and getting himself a room so he can just chill for a while.


A few hours later, when he feels less like he's going to explode, he comes back for a burger and a milkshake and finds somewhere relatively comfortable to sit down.