Fandom Post Office; Monday [ 07/16 ]

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It was rather strange, waking up in the morning, no longer having the dinosaurs there. Setsuna had flown into the post office out of recent habit and got halfway there before she realized that it wasn't necissary and then leaned against the counter in mild shock. The weekend seemed almost like a weird dream. Yes, even after managing to get past and clean up the barricade on the door. All that flying. Too much flying. It left her a little exhausted. And it was a bit weird how she didn't get a second thought to the barricade.

No, that wasn't her sleeping. Setsuna was just...resting her eyes.

Thank goodness Not Tiddles was there to rake against her calves and keep her up. But waking her up reminded her of her hunger. Her eyes fell down toward Not Tiddles.

The cat smartly found his way to the back room.

The post office is open!

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Talk to Setsuna -- 07/16

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She's there. She's tired. She will deny any flirtations with anything else flying in the skies this weekend.

Especially Teddy, you weirdos.

Mod Gladys -- 07/16

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Because Setsuna is sleeping against. Tsk. Or maybe at class. Or maybe she frightens you. Can't be helped.

Mailboxes -- 07/16

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Should have eaten the raptors.

OOC -- 07/16

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This is the end. My only friend, the end.