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fandomtownies2011-05-25 05:03 pm
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Post Office, Wednesday
The Fandom Post Office's normally smooth workings hit a snag when someone came across a package addressed to someone named "Ghost", with the only address given as "The Shell". After Rude noticed the clump of workers discussing what to do with it, he glared at them until they came and handed him the box. Not that he knew what to do with it, either. He just set it on the counter next to him and glared at it from time to time.
Luckily, the situation resolved itself when a courier from the (new) mainland arrived to take it to its final destination. The man called himself "The Deliverator" and carried a katana, but all his papers were in order, so Rude processed the forms and handed over the package.
The sense of accomplishment lasted until his lunch break, when it wasn't until after Rude had finished heating his soup in the microwave that he discovered there was no spoon.
Luckily, the situation resolved itself when a courier from the (new) mainland arrived to take it to its final destination. The man called himself "The Deliverator" and carried a katana, but all his papers were in order, so Rude processed the forms and handed over the package.
The sense of accomplishment lasted until his lunch break, when it wasn't until after Rude had finished heating his soup in the microwave that he discovered there was no spoon.