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(OOM: In the Milliways kitchens, a weapon that had been stolen weeks ago is returned, but something else is stolen in its place.
Or given in its place.
Sunshine isn't sure if she wants to know which it was.)
Rae enters the bar from the kitchen slowly, this evening, purple jeans and blue tanktop smudged with flour. She takes her time finding a table where she can settle her tray of baked goods, with its sign:
Sunshine's Baked Goods
Cinnamon Rolls-As-Big-As-Your-Head: $1.50
Extra Icing: $.50
Bitter Chocolate Death: $2.50
Maple Cornbread: $2
Orange-Ginger Teabread: $2
Muffins: $.75ea
(cinnamon-oatmeal, jalapeno-sweetcorn, cranberry-and-sprouted-wheat, blueberry-walnut, almond-and-lemon-zest)
When that is settled, she goes and gets a large cup of strong tea from the bar slowly. And sits down slowly. And sips it slowly.
She does everything slowly -carefully - as if she's afraid that if she moves to fast, she herself will spill over the lip of her mental walls and be lost.
There's a smudge of cinnamon on her cheek, beside one of the faint trails of salt that lead down from her shadowed eyes.
(OOC: Warnings for some gothic-style horror in both OOMs. ^_^)
Tiny Plottish Tag: A Midwinter Gothic Tale
Tiny Tag of Worldview-Shattering: Vlad Dracula
Or given in its place.
Sunshine isn't sure if she wants to know which it was.)
Rae enters the bar from the kitchen slowly, this evening, purple jeans and blue tanktop smudged with flour. She takes her time finding a table where she can settle her tray of baked goods, with its sign:
Sunshine's Baked Goods
Cinnamon Rolls-As-Big-As-Your-Head: $1.50
Extra Icing: $.50
Bitter Chocolate Death: $2.50
Maple Cornbread: $2
Orange-Ginger Teabread: $2
Muffins: $.75ea
(cinnamon-oatmeal, jalapeno-sweetcorn, cranberry-and-sprouted-wheat, blueberry-walnut, almond-and-lemon-zest)
When that is settled, she goes and gets a large cup of strong tea from the bar slowly. And sits down slowly. And sips it slowly.
She does everything slowly -carefully - as if she's afraid that if she moves to fast, she herself will spill over the lip of her mental walls and be lost.
There's a smudge of cinnamon on her cheek, beside one of the faint trails of salt that lead down from her shadowed eyes.
(OOC: Warnings for some gothic-style horror in both OOMs. ^_^)
Tiny Plottish Tag: A Midwinter Gothic Tale
Tiny Tag of Worldview-Shattering: Vlad Dracula