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fandomtownies2014-12-23 08:45 am
filleauloup) wrote in fandomtownies2014-12-23 08:45 am
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Fandom Post Office, Tuesday (December 23)
Ah yes, the final stretch of rush shipping before the holiday, and Fandom's post office seemed to be appropriately braced for the occasion. The pillow fort behind the counter had been reinforced overnight with a second cushiony wall and the usual line stanchions replaced with wooden fences (complete with fake snow, apparently).
There was a Christmas tree in the corner of the lobby this week, too, hung with shiny metal ornaments, and every time Éponine got close enough to it she thought she could glimpse visions of something in the ornaments. She wasn't sure she wanted to know, though, and didn't bother to look much closer.
Besides, she was more concerned with the ten gremlins who were clustered around the miniature sleigh on the other side of the lobby and seemed to be fighting over which one of them got to wear the tiny red Santa suit, and which one got to wear the fake red nose, and how they should hitch themselves to the sleigh. "Look here," she said, keeping in mind Roland's advice from last week, "if I help you with that will you help deliver the mail for me this week, and not steal any of it?"
They were too busy arguing to pay any attention to her. It was probably just as well, since there really weren't any packages this week that were small enough to fit into that sleigh anyway.
[OOC: Open and sans OCD, le gasp.]
There was a Christmas tree in the corner of the lobby this week, too, hung with shiny metal ornaments, and every time Éponine got close enough to it she thought she could glimpse visions of something in the ornaments. She wasn't sure she wanted to know, though, and didn't bother to look much closer.
Besides, she was more concerned with the ten gremlins who were clustered around the miniature sleigh on the other side of the lobby and seemed to be fighting over which one of them got to wear the tiny red Santa suit, and which one got to wear the fake red nose, and how they should hitch themselves to the sleigh. "Look here," she said, keeping in mind Roland's advice from last week, "if I help you with that will you help deliver the mail for me this week, and not steal any of it?"
They were too busy arguing to pay any attention to her. It was probably just as well, since there really weren't any packages this week that were small enough to fit into that sleigh anyway.
[OOC: Open and sans OCD, le gasp.]
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Inside were a a thermal bag, well sealed, containing:
A dish of Gratin Dauphinoise
A dish of Boeuf Bourguignon
And a box that held a bûche de Noël.
The letter with them read:
Mademoiselle,
It was good to meet the person I have to thank for excellent postal delivery. I hope you will accept this gift as both thanks and apology for all my packages, particularly around holidays.
Merry Christmas,
Dr. Hannibal Lecter
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OH GOD I'M SO HUNGRY NOW.When Éponine got back from a special delivery run ('run' being entirely relative, since it had involved herding a dozen animated gingerbread men from J,GoB to the Perk, and they had tiny legs) to find the package, she opened the bag and then spent a good minute and a half just sniffing at it. No, this wasn't at all dignified but she didn't care.
"Isn't that just the finest thing!" she exclaimed (evidently not caring either that she wasn't actually addressing Hannibal), and let out an only half-muffled yelp of excitement when she opened the box. "Good lord, but we'll eat well tonight, won't we? And for a few days yet, like as not! No, monsieur, you can send all the packages you like after this, that's just fine with me."
Honestly, she'd have made a good dent in all of it right away if things weren't so damned busy today.
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HEY, I SPENT HALF AN HOUR SEARCHING THROUGH FRENCH COMFORT FOODS! I'M STARVED!