11 july Firstly welcome to all the beautiful new members to our milkshake fam! And we are a little late again but we got it up here is July's post bingo!, have fun and go out and make some extra milk money to spend on some ad shout outs or even to spread some rumors about your chars <3
6 june We made all our claims into one big beautiful post! Faces & Member directory Everyone should be plugged in and there! But if any character was missed or any info was wrong just let us know and we can fix it <3 Thank you lovelies!
1 june HAPPY SECOND BIRTHDAY, BEAUTIFUL MILKSHAKE & happy pride month!!
16 May new skin for our almost 2nd birthday! we’ve added a bunch of new features as well as unlocked new locations to play, so check out the latest announcement!
14 may thank you everyone for being amazing, zero and I really appreciate you all!
4 may HAPPY STAR WARS DAY YOU SCRUFFY LOOKIN' NERFHERDERS!
1 may may's post bingo is up!
3o april filming for the bachelor is over, but the threads and challenges are not done yet! who will win the bachelor's heart?
6 feb sign your characters up for a night of awkwardness, organ stealing or true love! blind dating is open now
31 december 2017 is almost over and we'd just love to say thank you for giving us such a phenomenal time on milkshake! our family grows steadily and the plots get thicker - make sure you have a fun and safe new year's eve and we will see you all in 2018!
november things are -sort of- back to normal after our fun halloween adventures! welcome to all our beautiful new members, we are having so much fun writing with you!
Shocktober! welcome to the spookiest of the months and
milkshake meatshake's second halloween! We've got a bunch of fun spooky things for you to play with including post bingo, a pumpkin hunt and some games! get into the spirit and come up with a creepy name for your character and submit your favourite halloween songs for our playlist! All the details are right here, ghoulfriends!
28 august: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAX YOU'RE THE LIGHT OF OUR LIVES AND THE MOST AMAZING PERSON, MILKSHAKE LOVES YOU <333
23 august: a year ago today, zero came out of hiding and stopped stalking milkshake - she finally joined us! because max missed zero's bday this year, the second best date to celebrate zero's existence is the day she came into our lives! enjoy our shineeshake games!
14 august: today we're flipping out a quick little activity check! please read all the details here!
1 august: happy earth day nova milkshake! happy engagement zero!
1 june: ayo ladies & gentlemen, this is milkshake's one year anniversary! it's a massive milestone for a number of reasons, but most importantly it's very symbolic of the friendship and totally insane plots we have come up with over the last twelve months. thank you to everyone who has brought their sunshine and light to milkshake and jumped into all our adventures with us! we love you so much ♥
20 march come play our first monthly post bingo! lasting until the end of april!
11 march this month's of the whenevers are up! congratulations all our wonderful players c: you're the best!
1 march we are eight months old! thank you for everyone who has kept milkshake the amazing, friendly, safe place it is <3
21 Feb. nominate the OTMs which should be renamed the of the whenevers
1 Jan. Happy new year babies!
17 Dec. merry christmas friends! christmas is just next week so we're not going to do a MASSIVE event but there's still some fun things to do and don't forget to complete the activity check
09 Nov. Things are still a little spooky around here, but we're back to our regular
Oct. HALLOWEEN Things are getting pretty spooky around
MEATSHAKE! Stay tuned for mini events and games being progressively released in the lead up to our spookiest holiday!
28 Sept. HAPPY JAAN DAY! today we celebrate the day that jaan was born, just a few moons ago! thank you for being born, jaan, thank you for being on this planet with us and thank you for being our amazing lovebug who will only ever cheer us on and never hold us back. This day is for YOU, baby!!
01 Sept it's spring!
12 Aug. new skin! let us know if something is wanky!
please welcome jaan as our very first mod! thank you for stepping up to help us out <3
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Nothing she cared about anyway.
“So you have something there?” She asked, genuinely curious about the woman’s reasoning. She always liked hearing other people and their opinions even when they were illogical and when she didn’t agree with them at all, mostly just she could compare them to each other, see what was the most frequent way to thinking. An experiment, of sorts – people were influenced by their experiences, so people with similar experiences should have similar opinions, no? Poppy was still counting up all of the parameters. She, for example, had things in other states, had real people waiting there, and she never went back, she just kept moving forward. It was Sweden two days ago, Thailand yesterday, Sydney today—who knew what came tomorrow? Live wasn’t worth counting in anything bigger than days, as fragile as it was.
“Washington.” She disclosed. “Seattle actually. I’ve lived most of my life in Brisbane, when you spend time counting, I guess. Brisbane and Thailand.”
And that was the simplified unprepared version without mentioning a lot of the worse things the English did. She didn't want to go getting to serious.
"Not really, at least not anymore, but it is still home. Just now a very far away home that I'd have to pick my life up and resettle for. I'd like to at least visit again someday, maybe find where we used to live over in Nova Scotia too, no idea how much is still around but." She shrugged, it had been centuries since it was liveable, "Oh wow, I've never been able to go to Asia, I almost tried to get into Russia a few times but it was so much of a hassle that I never bothered"
“I see. And I thought children squabbling about American and Australian slag was bad. My thirteen year old classmate from boarding school was pretty mean about it.” As if though it made much difference. He was mean, but Poppy was meaner. She could barely remember what his face looked like under normal cirumstances – Poppy had been even younger then – but she could clearly remember how badly it had been broken after they squabbled around the right way to say one word or another. Later on, he had grown tall and large, but Poppy was taller and larger and he must’ve remembered the pain and the crack of cartilage to avoid her the way he did. “I understand where you’re coming from, though. Your identity must be important to you.”
It was never something that was important to Poppy. She changed so many times that she didn’t have one right now, not other than being dull and boring most of the times. She was only ever fun when she was cutting things up. “A visit sounds doable. When gain and loss are factored in, I don’t see why you would go back.” She admitted with the shrug. “Thailand was fun. I’d like to go back.” She left Thailand willingly, half for work, and she was still established there, with the ability to work undeterred and no one was searching for her. “I found most of my current friends there.” It was strange, calling them friends. They were just same sort humans with humanity barely clinging off their bones, but whether she wanted to admit it or not, they were Poppy’s family.
She wouldn't say that she liked a lot of the complications of life but she did tend to find them interesting, she enjoyed complicated conversations, conversations where there was no definitive answer, she supposed she could have become a philosopher or something if she hadn't fallen in love with the type of writing that she had, the way she tended to write was really not at all suited to academic writing, she couldn't get a specific message across to save her life how she preferred to write. It made those jobs where she had to write very clearly and dryly so excruciating to do, it felt like she was back in high school writing heavily formatted papers, what she really loved most about writing poetry was the looseness it allowed her.
"I can't really afford it at all, I wish I could but it's not really all that feasible at the moment. I can really only travel by car and that's mostly because I can continue working no matter where I am."
“Do you like Australia?” She asked in the end. This was how people held conversation, right? This was how they talked to other people, by asking them meaningless questions to get answers they would forget (Poppy would never forget) and see if those answers appealed to them. If they had enough similar answers, they would become friends. It sounded a little bit like a video game, with scores and all, but it was logical and it helped Poppy realise where she stood with other people a lot of times. “What do you do? Work, I mean?” Poppy could technically work anywhere. With clean enough conditions and a flat surface, she’d be able to a body up no matter where she was. She was doing in in Australia, she was doing it in Sweden, in Thailand and in Australia again. She just got a little rougher around the edges in the meanwhile and had more people around her, but honestly nothing much had managed to change. She couldn’t even tell what the other woman could be. She was always bad at guessing facts about other people.
"Yeah, it's never really felt like home in the same way but I have enjoyed it here, it's nice, and I do enjoy not having to shovel snow." The comment was half a joke and half sincere, she never had to shovel herself while in Canada, other people did that, but she would have had she stayed in the area long enough to have her own place, and given the way that the weather seemed to be going up there lately it seemed likely that she would have to do an incredible amount of shoveling which she was quite happy not to have to do.
She paused for a moment when Poppy asked about what she did for a living, trying to figure out the exact way that she should answer the question
"I'm a freelance writer, though I also do some translation work, mostly I do stuff for websites and pamphlets and stuff, dry informational stuff. I'm trying to get published as a poet and write full time for that though, that's what I really want to do but I also need to make money until I can get published so, and you?"
“Not shoveling snow seems nice. It snows here too, but I suppose not as much as there. Is it like on the Internet?” She was well-versed in Internet browsing, mostly thanks to Google because she didn’t trust any sites or forums but she tried, did the best she could without tacking on ‘old person alert’ on herself. She was friends with babies; she felt it was completely in place from her to ask them to download things for her (now she knew that too, so that was a plus) and to find things when she needed them, but she liked knowing better. That way she could search for things on her own, but Poppy didn’t trust real people – how could she be expected to trust the Internet, then?
She nodded. A freelance writer meant basically anything. It was freeing in a way that she could have a lot of sidejobs. It was vague in the same way her own job was vague. “I work in a gallery. As a physical help of sorts, but sometimes I curate.” People’s organs. Sometimes she talks facts about organs, but that wasn’t something she was going to say. “I am very new to art, to be honest. I only know the very basic things so far.”
"It gets really cold, yeah, and I didn't even really live that far north in the country, on average we get a little under three meters of snow every year and only about 10% of the population lives more than 100 miles north of the border with America, I grew up south of the northernmost point on the border which is still further north than most of the United States." She was really glad she wasn't there for the cold snap last December, she wasn't about to deal with below Arctic temperatures. She may not be all that fond of the sweltering head that Australia could get at least it wasn't colder than the Arctic circle there.
She nodded as Poppy explained what she did, it definitely made sense but she wasn't going to say that, best not to risk upsetting her new very large friend. Or whatever it was that Poppy wanted to be.
“That’s not too bad then. It would be interesting to visit, but what business could someone have up there?” Though she supposed it was only a matter of her not knowing anyone there. “Apart from family, I suppose.” Hers was in the America, but she didn’t even really think about them. She was curious, but not that curious. It was a life she left behind. If they never even recognized her, then that would easily be the biggest compliment she had ever received for her work. She wasn’t sure how someone like her came to be from the drug lord and his girl – it was her father’s fond way of saying he took their mother away from prostitution, but that sort of thing never bothered Poppy in the slightest – but there she as, not interested in either drugs nor sex. Just organs. “You don’t seem like someone acquainted with the cold.”
"Not like I can really afford it, unfortunately, maybe someday I'll eventually be making enough but really probably not." At this point in her life, having been a writer since her early twenties with so much rejection she didn't really feel like was all that likely that it would ever become something actually profitable so she had just gotten used to the fact that to be able to something that she enjoys for a living she'd just have to be fine with living paycheck to paycheck for the rest of her life, and really so long as nothing went wrong and she actually needed money for an emergency she was mostly okay with living the way that she was.
"Yeah, it's not really one of those places that people go to visit beyond vacations where you want to see some pretty nature or fish a bunch I guess, pretty much everywhere in Canada has pretty nature though. I guess if you really like lobster it's a good vacation spot." She shrugged, her family had basically the only company with a headquarters in the area that she knew of and really most of their work involving anyone not in their employ involved them going to big cities rather than people coming to them. She always enjoyed it, when her dad had something going on during the summer during the summer it would just become a family vacation so she had been all over Canada and America during her childhood. She wished she could explore Australia more, it's the one continent she's lived on that she hasn't been all over, "Do I not? I'm probably not all that good with it anymore, having lived outside of Canada for so long now."
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