The sunshine that blazed into the bar when the door opened was pure midsummer. It let in a little girl of six or seven, carrying a workbook with a mechanical pencil clipped to it, before closing quietly. The girl paused just a little ways in. This wasn't the coffee house she'd meant to enter. This was that... bar. That place that had appeared where her and her mom's room should've been, that one time...

OOM: Pain and glory - Hand in hand - A sacrifice - The highest price . (Tiny vampiric tag: Vlad Dracula) (ooc: Ongoing warnings for blood and gore. Great appreciation for the help given to me [and Rae].)

... for the longer she stayed, the harder it was for her to finally leave. So she was baking. There were too many people she wished to see once more before she left - gift baskets of their favorites of Sunshine's baking would have to serve as a goodbye. On the table in the middle of the kitchen she's using is a crowd of half-finished gift baskets lined with sunflower-dotted blue tissue-paper and labeled...

(OOM: What do you do when you know you have two days left to live ? ) The girl that stumbles in, tonight, is surprised to see this place. She had expected her apartment, where she had been going...forward, her skin glimmers faintly. Points of golden light, a faint latticework, a web or net of sunlight set into her skin and hair, shine from within as she approaches the bar for a cup of tea

(OOM: ""Mel? Do you suppose anyone is exactly who they say they are?" "Charlie, maybe. Can't think of anyone else. Hmmm." "Charlie. I can't think of anyone else either." Not Mel. Not her. )

It is midsummer, the longest day of the year. The time when the day floods and the night ebbs to its lowest point. It's also the birthday of the young girl who has just stepped into the bar. At least...was nice - he always smiled when he saw her - and sometimes made her milkshakes. There might be milkshakes here, too. A six-year-old Raven Blaise steps into Milliways, looking around in wary curiosity

... The heady scents of freshly-baked bread, cinnamon, warm caramel, maple syrup, and gooey chocolate waft spread to fill much of the room. There's a sign on the table in question, also. It reads: Sunshine's Fresh Baked Goods Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head: $2.00 (Extra Icing: $.50) Bitter Chocolate Death: $2.50 Caramel Cataclysm: $2.00 Lemon Lechery: $2.00 Maple Poundcake: $1.75 Muffins:...

... Safe but trapped, until she decides to emerge and face that which threatens her. As she must, eventually. It is bent upon the destruction of her and Con; whether its agents find them or they go to it, Sunshine will have to come face-to-face with Bo. It's inevitable. She doesn't want to think about it. Right now, Rae is trying to lose herself in the warm embrace of the spring sunlight. She can feel...

(OOM: A couple of weeks ago, the prince had awoken to hear her voice, and he had come to her in hunger. An offer was made. There were repercussions . And afterward, results ra. ) (Tiny Fanged Tag: Vlad Dracula) (Tiny Plottag that Stalks the Night: A Gothic Winter Tale)

...a "person" has slowly been forced to change, these last few months. What other choice could she have made ? ) After entering quietly from the kitchens and going to the bar to make her... order, Sunshine is forced to hesitate. She stands with her hands on the bar, silent. Shaken, troubled. Still angry, but with uncertainty and fear beginning to gnaw at her. How does one do this, anyway? The very...