Fandom Post Office, January 27 (Tuesday)

[filleauloup]

Well, there was no help for it, Éponine was going to have to be out in the cold for at least part of the day whether she wanted to or not, which, having a nice warm coat and gloves -- and shoes that fit and didn't squeak, which was very important in her book -- notwithstanding, held no appeal whatsoever; no amount of cajoling, pleading, or outright attempting to bribe any of her coworkers would succeed in getting one of them to take her route.

(Yes, she knew it could have been worse than having to be outside in the cold for a few hours. She was all too aware of how much worse being out in the cold could be. She just . . . constantly had to fight off the thought that she could easily end up in that situation again, and she wasn't as likely to have many people to stop and chat with along the route today to distract her from it.)

So there was a giant carafe of hot chocolate behind the counter, clearly labeled "PROPERTY OF É. THÉNARDIER, HANDS OFF" in large, shaky block letters.

"That goes for you, especially," she warned the gremlins as she shouldered her mail bag and headed out the door.

She'd consider it a pleasant surprise if half the carafe was left by the time she got back, really.

Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

So. Kitty lived with her boyfriend now. Which was awesome and exciting and scary and new and she did not understand you, people of Fandom who got reported moving in with their significant others with apparently no consequence. She'd spent a good part of today trying to get boxes opened at the very least and set up her computer stuff since she was off to Xavier's again tomorrow because she had the schedule of an insane person.

And tonight of course she was back at the bar, where she was frowning as she watched Tino hang red lights around in too-early preparation for Valentine's Day, and trying not to think that the place was starting to look like a brothel.