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Fandom Post Office - Wednesday
Katara had a plan for getting into the post office without attracting Not Tiddles' attention.
Or rather a plan to distract the demon cat. That might have been more accurate.
She poked her head in the door and threw a glittery pompon right passed Not Tiddles face.
The cat immediately jumped up and raced after it in a way most unbecoming to its dignity.
Katara grinned and entered the post office properly.
This day was working out well.
Or rather a plan to distract the demon cat. That might have been more accurate.
She poked her head in the door and threw a glittery pompon right passed Not Tiddles face.
The cat immediately jumped up and raced after it in a way most unbecoming to its dignity.
Katara grinned and entered the post office properly.
This day was working out well.

Talk to Katara
Mod Gladys
Mailboxes
OOC
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"And I just realized now I forgot to tell you. That letter I sent, with nothing at all with a name?" She beamed.
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She looked up hopefully. "Yes? Did it go through?"
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And then she smiled, almost nervously. "I got a reply. He's well and was glad to hear that I am, too, and ... I think he's better than he was, if that makes any sense."
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"I'm so glad he is. I think that makes sense. It's what I hope to hear from my friend if I can ever make a letter go through." She grinned at Namine. "I'm so happy it worked!"
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Naminé flushed lightly, and then added, even more hesitantly, "And I think this post office was responsible for bringing someone back from some sort of void."
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"For the other, I'm not certain at all how it worked, except I'd given up hope of reaching someone. I couldn't portal to him and there was no word at all, and then I remembered the sketch of Riku. So I drew one of - not him, but an important memory?" She bit her lip. "I can ... alter memories, sometimes, with sketches, but I thought it was only in some cases, so perhaps it wasn't me at all. I wrote his name on the sketch and your brother placed it in the Sorting Machine and a few hours later he knocked on my door. Not your brother, the person I'd mailed."