Fandom Post Office, September 16 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

People wanted strange things to get delivered all the time, in Éponine's experience. That had been true before -- which in part might have had something to do with the fact that Éponine had been the sort of girl you asked to deliver things that would get you side-eyed hard by more respectable people, and wouldn't mention anything to anyone about them if you slipped her an extra coin or two on the side. (Unless someone else had more money to offer, at least.) It was still true now, in a more official capacity, even without Fandom lending any of its usual touches of whimsy.

As for example today, where Éponine found herself explaining over the phone to a customer that no, there was no postal rate at which she could legally send her child two states over. (For the record, had the woman offered extra money for Éponine to handle the delivery outside of the postal service's official capacity, she wouldn't have taken it either because she preferred to deal with parcels that didn't talk back.)

"What d'you mean there --" She paused with the phone wedged against her ear, looked something up in the computer, and burst out laughing. "Why, so there is! How d'you like that? But that doesn't matter, madame, I don't care a bit if you can mail chickens because there's a rate for it. You've other perfectly good ways to see your kid gets safely there and let me tell you, this isn't one of them. Call Portalocity, why don't you?"

As soon as she hung up the phone she sat down and laughed for a good ten minutes before she finally regained her composure, but that one phone call would end up being responsible for (almost) every other sporadic fit of laughter she had for the rest of the day.

Caritas- Tuesday

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Next week would be easier with a normal schedule set in place, but in the last couple days Kitty had gone from radio to teaching class in Fandom straight over to the Xavier School and then a delayed portal meant she was coming directly to Caritas to at least put in a couple hours at this job. Her overnight bag was behind the bar, and she was coming up with new and interesting ways to call herself a crazy person.

She sent a quick text and then settled in to work even though she didn't really want to do anything, and got to hear all about the zombies' upcoming third CD from Tino. Apparently they were trying to put out albums like they were the Beatles.

The Magic Box [Tuesday]

[pasunereveuse.livejournal.com]

Celia was feeling quite a bit better today -- which, again, was probably aided by the fact that she'd slept most of the last two days, not to mention the fact that she was clutching two scones and a cup of coffee when she wandered in to work today.

She'd get back to her normal routine soon enough, but today found her embracing the clear and utter madness that had taken over the shop, recently. Not only were there pumpkins (still bearing her funny mustaches!), but now there were...skeletal flamingos.

And when one was greeted by skeletal, plastic flamingos, one had decisions to make. Such as how to better decorate them. Today's shipment solved that problem, given that it was filled with black crepe and cotton spiderwebs, which Celia draped gingerly around the shop.

The crepe was tied neatly around the necks of the flamingos, of course, because they were festive flamingos. She'd just decided.

Trooper Station: Tuesday

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Fandom was weird. Vic knew that and tried to go along with it sometimes but right now she was still adjusting to spending about six months at home and only about five minutes passing here. It was like a very weird version of jet lag.

Right now she was mulling over the last few months back home and everything that had gone on while making paper airplanes and throwing them at Ralph's head.

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