Fandom Post Office: Thursday (8/3)

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Moist (still very much a man, thank you) stood at the top of the basement stairs. Water was lapping at the bottom step, and even as he watched, it crept higher.

This could not be good.

He might not know much about weather patterns, climatology, or ground topography - in point of fact, he didn't know anything about those things - but he did know if you could see the water getting deeper it heralded a future rather damper than anyone would like.

"Right. Gladys? We're moving the mail. Up to the second floor. And the tills, and the ledgers, in fact anything made of paper."

"Yes, Mr Lipwig." She gathered an armful of mail and walked towards the stairs.

Moist took one last look down the stairs - and it was definitely higher - then shut the door firmly.

Comments

Moist...

[norglomofnit.livejournal.com]

...isn't behind the counter. He's making sure anything that would not play well with water is on its way to the second floor.

Mod Gladys

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You'll Have To Get Her Attention Between Trips Upstairs.

Mail Boxes

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Bring an umbrella if you're going out to post a letter.

OOC

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Making silly faces at the postman
Waiting for the lights to change
He's thinking of another place
As the rain beads upon his face

[Finding a song with rain *and* a postman? Was a challenge!]