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playsforkepesh ([personal profile] playsforkepesh) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2013-05-23 08:21 am

Portalocity Office | 13 Griffin Way | Thursday

Sam had a customer on the phone today who was planning a trip to space Florida and had a lot of very specific needs.

For one thing, she wanted the lowest possible rate, but she refused to arrive in the middle of the week or travel to one of the less-popular portal hubs. On top of that, she wanted a first-class portal, but she wanted her kids in economy class, and when Sam pointed out that she would need to pay an extra fee for sending minors through unaccompanied,the woman demanded to speak to her supervisor.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, and I'll do that in just one moment," Sam promised. "I just need to look up... who my supervisor is."
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Re: Mod Your Service

[personal profile] filleauloup 2013-05-23 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
There were people with a normal, functional understanding of social interaction and how it worked. And then there was Éponine. Possibly, it went without saying that she did not fit into that category. That, along with recent events and her general tendency toward unhealthy levels of everything repression, was a bad combination.

See, it was things like that which led to her walking down the opposite side of the street on her mail route and pausing outside to just sort of . . . stare vaguely and pensively at the building for a few minutes, then carry on walking while muttering to herself in confused agitation.

[OOC: Creeping done with permission, yo.]