http://norglomofnit.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
norglomofnit.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomtownies2007-03-15 10:02 pm
norglomofnit.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2007-03-15 10:02 pm
Entry tags:
Fandom Post Office: Thursday (15/3)
Moist sat on top of his desk and just stared.
The post office was full of weetiny black and white birds. At least he thought they were birds; so far they'd shown no inclination to fly. They were everywhere, climbing on the shelves, waddling in and out of cupboards, and diving off the counters into boxes filled with styrofoam beads.
The few who'd ventured too close to the Sorting Engine had disappeared in a flash of blue light. Wherever they ended up, he was sure they'd be fine.
Gladys was almost invisible beneath a blanket of the things, her eyes flaring in what Moist would be prepared to swear was happiness.
"This is the strangest place I have ever been in my entire life," he said to the air, but he didn't sound unhappy about it.
The post office was full of weetiny black and white birds. At least he thought they were birds; so far they'd shown no inclination to fly. They were everywhere, climbing on the shelves, waddling in and out of cupboards, and diving off the counters into boxes filled with styrofoam beads.
The few who'd ventured too close to the Sorting Engine had disappeared in a flash of blue light. Wherever they ended up, he was sure they'd be fine.
Gladys was almost invisible beneath a blanket of the things, her eyes flaring in what Moist would be prepared to swear was happiness.
"This is the strangest place I have ever been in my entire life," he said to the air, but he didn't sound unhappy about it.
Talk to Moist
Mod Gladys
Mail Boxes
OOC