Renfield is in a booth, mumbling darkly at a pair of wax fangs he found in a glass of water on the table next to his bed.

He currently has no clue that he is dressed remarkably like a favorite character from a black and white American 1960s tv sitcom.

It's an old lady.

Soon to be older -- her birthday's coming up soon.

Perhaps that's why the Bar has decided to be humorous, offering up a pamphlet titled So You're A Sextagenarian alongside Sallie's tea.

"[Very funny, you crazy plank of wood...]"

Miniver Cheevy and a small copper-and-bluegrey kestrel are in the bar. Miniver is sitting on a table, the bird is sitting on his left hand savaging a piece of raw meat. Miniver has a wooden staff lying on the table in front of him, and is apparently using a white wand to burn letters into it. It's taking rather a long time, because this is a new ( Read more... )

Renfield likes quiet. Research is important. Henry David Thoreau claimed that fools make and follow rules.

Renfield is squinting at some scrolls, his croissant and tea left to their own devices.

He had received a coat when he first came to Milliways. Soon after, Renfield started receiving other things- more clothing (to replace those bloody rags he came in wearing), more paper, pencils in various colours, and some new reading glasses ( Read more... )

Peter is having an earnest conversation with a waitrat. As one does.

"...but toasted on one side. Is that okay?"

I don't speak your crazy people language, says the rat's face. Plaintively. "Squeak," says the rat's mouth ( Read more... )

There's no real sign that a party went on yesterday; the loompas made an exception and got busy outside once most patrons headed in to sleep ( Read more... )

Renfield had to procure a new journal, as the last one (plus the extra pages Suzi had given him) was now completely filled with notes, figures and random scribbles that even he couldn't quite make out sometimes. Most of it he could figure out, but some of it looks like rubbish ( Read more... )

Well, looky here!

There's a bartender behind Bar hasn't been behind Bar in a few weeks. Fancy that.

Having put the kids to bed for naps at home, Bernard stretches, yawns, and surveys the room, thinking he'd like a nap, too. He picks up a glass and a rag and starts polishing, ready to take orders.

Renfield has more things with him than he did when he entered yesterday:

Namely, a room key and a notebook (with pencil!). Presently, he is in a booth, scribbling something in the margins of loose-leaf notebook paper that that sweet girl gave him yesterday. Some of the pages are scattered about on the table, floor and the seat beside him.

(The ( Read more... )