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fandomtownies2007-03-24 07:41 pm
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Fandom Post office: Saturday (24/03)
Moist was greeted by two things when he arrived at the post office after a much enjoyed week of leisure.
Well, three things, but one - Gladys - was so obscured by the other - a milling, scrambling, snuffling pack of ridiculously cute purple spotted critters - that it was simpler to class them as a single object. Although, really, there were lots of the strange creatures, so...
No. That was enough. Go on like that and he'd get nothing else done.
The other thing was a Sorting Engine, shimmering and shivering and glowing an urgent blue. While Moist watched, it shuddered and blooped out a small box, which landed with unerring accuracy on the counter.
The pack of critters abandoned Gladys to nimbly clamber onto the counter, snurfling the box, but quickly lost interest*.
As was habit now, Moist read the label aloud. "Jack Harkness, Room 215, Fandom High etc etc. Urgent. Gladys," he said, hefting the box while he turned to the golem. "Urgent Saturday deliveries are becoming the norm. I think you can look after this one."
"Yes, Mr Lipwig." The golem accepted the box and lumbered out of the post office.
All but one of the critters followed, trotting neatly after her. The one who stayed curled up on the counter, watching the Sorting Engine intently.
"This is going to be an interesting day."
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*This is because the box contained no socks. Not that Moist knew this.
Well, three things, but one - Gladys - was so obscured by the other - a milling, scrambling, snuffling pack of ridiculously cute purple spotted critters - that it was simpler to class them as a single object. Although, really, there were lots of the strange creatures, so...
No. That was enough. Go on like that and he'd get nothing else done.
The other thing was a Sorting Engine, shimmering and shivering and glowing an urgent blue. While Moist watched, it shuddered and blooped out a small box, which landed with unerring accuracy on the counter.
The pack of critters abandoned Gladys to nimbly clamber onto the counter, snurfling the box, but quickly lost interest*.
As was habit now, Moist read the label aloud. "Jack Harkness, Room 215, Fandom High etc etc. Urgent. Gladys," he said, hefting the box while he turned to the golem. "Urgent Saturday deliveries are becoming the norm. I think you can look after this one."
"Yes, Mr Lipwig." The golem accepted the box and lumbered out of the post office.
All but one of the critters followed, trotting neatly after her. The one who stayed curled up on the counter, watching the Sorting Engine intently.
"This is going to be an interesting day."
___________
*This is because the box contained no socks. Not that Moist knew this.
Talk to Moist...
Re: Talk to Moist...
"Hello?"
Re: Talk to Moist...
Re: Talk to Moist...
She dropped her open box on the counter, eyse not leaving the snorg.
Re: Talk to Moist...
Re: Talk to Moist...
Mod Gladys...
Mail boxes
OOC