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Fandom Post Office: Saturday [9.06]

Moist was actually looking forward to another boring Saturday at the Post Office.

So, of course, when he opened the doors he was greeted with the sound of the Sorting Engine. And not just once. It blooped repeatedly, spitting out boxes.

Many boxes. Many, Moist discovered when he attempted to lift one, heavy boxes. Gladys was methodically moving them away as they came through the Engine, piling them into neat stacks.

"Sheriff Roy Mustang, MCA 4th Floor, Apt#7," he read off a label. "Interesting. Gladys, I think we'll deliver these together." It never hurt to get in good with local law enforcement.

The Post Office is open.

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He's at the desk, don't trip on any boxes.

Annette wandered in, not for any postal needs but to talk to Moist specifically.

"Hello, Moist."

"Miss Hargrove. Hello." Moist smiled a welcome at his employee. "Now, what brings you into the Post Office on your day off, I wonder. Not coming to quit, are you?"

"No, of course not," she said, returning his smile. "I am actually going home for a week to visit my family and since I will not see you before I leave, I thought it important to tell you that I will not be able to work June the 19th."

"June nineteenth." Moist pulled a ledger out from under the counter and flipped through until he reached a blank page. "Not a problem," he said, noting it down. "I can cover for that day. Is everything all right with your family?" Employers were supposed to take an interest in their employees, after all.

She smiled, "Yes, fine, thank you. Just a little vacation ~~mun vacation~~." Not that Annette was looking forward to spending a whole week at home. Ugh. "I haven't seen my parents since before January when I came here so a visit is in order."

"That's very dutiful of you," he replied, quite glad his life didn't involve familial visits. "You know you won't get paid while you're gone?"

Annette was just trying to be a good daughter. Not that she felt like being a good daughter. She just...had to. Which sucked. "Yes, I assumed as much, sir. I certainly wouldn't expect to get paid for a day that I was not here. Working. And stuff."

She raised her hand, giving him a little wave. "That was all - thank you for understanding. Enjoy the rest of your day!" She turned around to leave, glad that she at least spoke to him in person. It was the right thing to do after all.

"Take care, Miss Hargrove," he called after her, then went back to contemplating the seemingly endless boxes.

There was a post office in this town. Generally it wouldn't have attracted Gabriel's attention, but there was someone he needed to contact, and as Fandom seemed to have an angel population it was worth a try.

Frowning a little at the big moving clay pot, Gabriel wandered over to the desk. The man behind it was just another monkey, albeit wearing a winged hat. Gabriel actually found that a little amusing. "Where do you deliver to?" he asked curtly.

Moist internally raised an eyebrow, but just smiled benignly back at the rather curt question. "Anywhere and everywhere. We're the Fandom Post Office. Neither rain nor sleet nor dimensional barriers and all that."

Gabriel smile, but it wasn't quite friendly. "When you say anywhere, does that mean anywhere?"

Okay, this was not a happy person. "Unless there's some meaning of anywhere I've yet to encounter," he said mildly. "Then yes. Any time, any place."

He probably needed to be more precise. "Heaven?" Gabriel asked.

Moist actually raised both eyebrows at that. "Anywhere that's capable of receiving messages, and seeing that the original meaning of angel was messenger, I'd guess that Heaven qualifies." He paused, teetering between smiling and nodding and humouring the possibly crazy person, and asking the question which was just begging to be asked. "Are you likely to send a package to Heaven?"

"No packages! Letters. Just letters." Gabriel rubbed his eyes. "I guess you can't guarantee getting past the red tape though. Or making sure the recipient actually reads them," he added muttering, half to himself.

"Now that is beyond the powers of even the Post Office, but we can at least introduce your letter to the red tape." He spread his hands wide. "After that, it's out of our hands."

Gabriel shrugged. "Worth a try." Especially since it was the only option here he'd found so far.

He stepped back from the desk. "I'll be back when I have a letter finished," Gabriel said, then added, pointing. "Don't go anywhere, Moist von Lipwig." He must admit, that name did make him wonder if he'd got it wrong.

Hmmm. Moist hadn't told him his name. But, with a name like Moist and only one Postmaster, he guessed it wasn't surprising that people would know it. He also wasn't prepared to rule out that this was, in fact, a crazy person. "The Post Office will be here whenever you're ready."

Gabriel had already turned and was heading out of the post office, blissfully unaware of any concerns about his sanity.

She is behind the boxes.

Not the other sort.

Because that is what comes next.

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