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fandomtownies2007-12-08 06:56 pm
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Fandom Post Office (and beyond): Saturday, December 8, 2007
Moist opened the Post Office automatically. He was beyond bored in Fandom, reduced to the dull grind of an honest daily routine. When he absently patted Not Tiddles, without thinking about the likely chaos that would be visited on his person, the cat was so surprised that she didn't savage his hand.
He didn't notice the Sorting Engine was humming, or that it was getting louder. He didn't notice the bright light that was shining out of it, casting back and forth across the post office until it found him.
That he noticed, pinned in place by its blinding glow. "Gladys? What's it doing?"
"I Do Not Know, Mr Von Lipwig." She lumbered closer, casting a long shadow across the floor as she stepped into the light. Not Tiddles leapt onto her head and hissed at it.
Before any of them could react, there was a whining buzz and they were being stretched out, elongated, sucked into the mouth of the Sorting Engine, the light so bright it was filling his skull with white noise. At least it's not another bloody angel, was his last thought.
Or he thought it was going to be his last thought. Instead, he slammed onto the floor of another post office, the last vestiges of self-preservation flinging him in a desperate roll sideways.
Gladys hit with a force that rattled the building, startling a flight of untethered letters into a brief but wild flight through the air. He wasn't fast enough to avoid Not Tiddles, who landed, claws out and yowling, on his back. "Off!"
She ignored him, dug her claws in once more for spite, and trotted across the floor to wind around the legs of a tall, saturnine man in black, who extended one finger to scratch her head.
"Mr Von Lipwig. Your absence has been noticed."
Moist contented himself with a small nod on the grounds it was the response least likely to result in him being hanged. Again.
"As it happens, I have an offer you will, I trust, find it difficult to refuse." Vetinari leaned on his cane, resembling nothing so much as a sartorially splendid vulture's shadow. "Tell me, how do you feel about banks."
[ooc: And so Moist and Gladys are gone from Fandom. Thank you to everyone who played with him and with her, it was a blast!]
He didn't notice the Sorting Engine was humming, or that it was getting louder. He didn't notice the bright light that was shining out of it, casting back and forth across the post office until it found him.
That he noticed, pinned in place by its blinding glow. "Gladys? What's it doing?"
"I Do Not Know, Mr Von Lipwig." She lumbered closer, casting a long shadow across the floor as she stepped into the light. Not Tiddles leapt onto her head and hissed at it.
Before any of them could react, there was a whining buzz and they were being stretched out, elongated, sucked into the mouth of the Sorting Engine, the light so bright it was filling his skull with white noise. At least it's not another bloody angel, was his last thought.
Or he thought it was going to be his last thought. Instead, he slammed onto the floor of another post office, the last vestiges of self-preservation flinging him in a desperate roll sideways.
Gladys hit with a force that rattled the building, startling a flight of untethered letters into a brief but wild flight through the air. He wasn't fast enough to avoid Not Tiddles, who landed, claws out and yowling, on his back. "Off!"
She ignored him, dug her claws in once more for spite, and trotted across the floor to wind around the legs of a tall, saturnine man in black, who extended one finger to scratch her head.
"Mr Von Lipwig. Your absence has been noticed."
Moist contented himself with a small nod on the grounds it was the response least likely to result in him being hanged. Again.
"As it happens, I have an offer you will, I trust, find it difficult to refuse." Vetinari leaned on his cane, resembling nothing so much as a sartorially splendid vulture's shadow. "Tell me, how do you feel about banks."
[ooc: And so Moist and Gladys are gone from Fandom. Thank you to everyone who played with him and with her, it was a blast!]