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Fandom Post Office, May 7 (Tuesday)

The giant rubber duck was still there. Éponine couldn't begrudge its presence too much, since it had turned out to be useful (if for completely different purposes from its buyer's original and extremely dubious intent), but it was just taking up room.

She decided to solve this problem by taking it outside and putting it by the front door, where she proceeded to put an old, worn-out mailbag and a cap on it as if it were some sort of mascot. Because why the hell not, really.

"All right then, Monsieur le Canard," she told it as she adjusted the strap of its mailbag, "remember now, you're to represent this establishment."

It was entirely possible one of the other employees would get rid of it before the end of the day, if someone else didn't make off with it first.

[OOC: Which someone is totally welcome to do, if you feel so inclined -- just check with me first, please?]

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No, really, despite the duck, this is a postal establishment.

Dude. A DUCK. That was just meant for... something.

Maybe she'd set it up on a play-date with the giant cock at 'Dite's? That could happen, right?

Whose use of the duck, while far less prurient than its original buyer's, was admittedly just as dubious.

Kenzi wandered in first, and beamed at the girl behind the counter. "Hi ya. I gotta ask. Where'd you get the duck?"

"Oh, him," Éponine said, casting a glance toward the front door. "Someone abandoned it here last week, after he decided posting it wasn't worth the trouble. Stupid, really, and it's done nothing but be in the way since, but there you are."

Well, besides turning out to be incredibly useful blackmail leverage.

"So, the U.S. Postal Service isn't really all that attached to it?" Good to know! "I'm Kenzi, by the way."

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Éponine had gotten momentarily distracted by a flash of color outside (probably a bird flying past, though in Fandom who knew what it really was), but snapped back to attention only a half second or so late.

"Oh, they won't care about it, though I expect they might be sorry they won't be getting paid to send it on its way." She leaned forward, peered at Kenzi, and went on without missing a beat despite the complete change in subject, "You don't know me, but I think I've seen you about. You work at Caritas Thursday evenings, don't you?"

Which made it sound like she lurked outside the doorway sometimes and just looked in at people.

Which would not be inaccurate.

"Oh," she added as an afterthought, "I'm Éponine."

"Yup. I'm chief zombie wrangler on Must See TV night." Kenzi grinned. "And establisher of crazy specials. Especially when my boss isn't around to stop me."

Kitty was awesome! Which was why Kenzi gave her plausible deniability. "You need to stop in, try out the Jell-O shots."

"Jell-O shots?" Éponine repeated, looking intrigued -- and a little bit lost by some of the less familiar phrases, but that was fairly normal. "I might, at that. I wander by sometimes, you know, and then I say to myself, 'Wouldn't it be fun to stop in for a little while, and perhaps talk to people while I have something to drink?' But then I think, no, it might be too crowded, and I don't like it when it's too crowded, but --"

She cut off her rambling abruptly.

"Well, one way or another I think, yes, maybe I will."

Kenzi beamed. "You really have to! And you don't have Jell-O shots in France? Or Montreal?" She tilted her head. "They're.. uh. You know, if I described them it would sound gross, but they're delicious bright-colored booze, and who doesn't love that?... Love the corset, by the way."

"We haven't got anything like that, not in 1832," said Éponine, who was getting used to that whole time discrepancy now. "It's awful, really, I've been missing out on everything."

Or maybe they did have them, and it was just some upper-class thing she didn't know about?

She paused, looking confused, as if she didn't realize Kenzi had addressed the compliment to her. "Oh," she said with a startled laugh. "It is nice, isn't it? I've some more modern clothes too, but sometimes -- you know."

Maybe? Was that what a blancmange was? ... if it was, Eponine wasn't missing out.

Kenzi stood back to show off her own Goth-inspired gear. "I know! And wow, 1832? That's beyond retro and authentic into antique, jeez." She tilted her head. "How'd you get here?"

There would be the best in bar food too! Pretzels! Peanuts! More beer!

"It's shit, is what it is," Éponine said, snorting. To be fair, all she knew of her own time period was Paris and its suburbs, but that less than charitable opinion gave her enough reason to gloss over the details. "So you can see why I wasn't in any hurry to get back after I blundered here across the causeway one night."

They were bound to be the best influence ever on each other, clearly. How else could this possibly go?

If they were from the same world? You would be sure that Kenzi was descended from Éponine.

"Pffft, right, gotcha. I mean, it was fun my first summer, when the Island kept going different places and times. But that was mostly for new kinds of booze and new kinds of people to fl-- get to know." Cough!

Well, she did have three other surviving siblings, and who knows where the boys ended up . . .

Éponine definitely caught that little hiccup in the sentence and kept a straight face, but did the mental equivalent of raising an eyebrow.

"The entire island was traveling, you say?"

Her father would have loved that. So would she, actually, but she was still glad he wasn't here.

"Yup. London, around your time. Ancient Greece, I think? And yeah, Vikings the day I got here." Kenzi spun the rack of postcards and grinned. "Very useful for ditching people... if you were the kind of person who needed to do that." La la laaaa! "They really couldn't follow you across the Causeway, mostly."

"What makes you think I might be one of those, mam'selle?" Éponine asked in an arch tone, as if to imply it took one to know one.

Though she did look intrigued. Possibly that gave it away.

Look,

throughaphase agreed when I said I should do something else with the duck. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM IN THE FIRST PLACE.

*sneaks off with Monsieur Canard MUAHAHAHA*

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