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Fandom Post Office, March 17 (Tuesday)

Éponine had taken a long, meandering route to work this morning after leaving the radio station; now that it was warming up a bit she wanted to enjoy it, and that was part of her motivation, but it had also not escaped her notice that the plant life on the island did not seem to be faring very well of late and she wanted to have a look at that as well.

It definitely looked like it was getting worse, and no sign of that changing any time soon. On top of all that, part of her walk had taken her down by Serenity Cove, and she did not like the look of that water.

By the time she got to work she was frowning, though whether it was out of habitual suspicion or due to the island's state aggravating her inclination toward pessimism she couldn't really say.

Though having to clean up the scattered contents of a crate of wax replica grapes that had fallen over and smashed open on the floor of the mailing room sometime during the night likely contributed to the frowning as well.

[OOC: Open, and OCD-free!]

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It'd been a while since Kenzi stopped by, but she had something too cool to keep to herself, and thought Éponine might appreciate her Shiny Ring a bit.

... although she had to use it by sneaking in, first. And then moving a few of the boxes.

Wait, what was that sound?

Éponine, out of habit, generally kept tabs on when her coworkers were in and out of the building, and no one was supposed to be there at this particular time.

So when she went to go investigate, she had a field hockey stick in her hands and don't ask why there was one in the post office, because she didn't know either. It had just taken up residence under the counter at some point, and no one had questioned why.

"Here now! What are you up to, whoever you are?"

This had better not be another ghost.

Kenzi giggled, and ducked under the counter, knocking over a few envelopes in the process.

One... twoooo.... three! And there was a Kenzi! "Hi!"

Éponine brought the stick up to swing it, saw who was there, and dropped it with a half-exasperated, half-amused laugh. "Pardieu -- for god's sake, Kenzi! What d'you think you're up to? It's good I recognized you, it is, or I'd be yelling the place down."

Kenzi giggled and swung herself up on the counter, beaming in glee. "New sneakiness level attained! Good, hunh? You didn't jump half as high as Tino."

Éponine huffed, feigning indignance. "Catch me acting like that! It takes more than that to really startle me. I thought you might be a gremlin. How in hell d'you get in without my noticing?"

Kenzi held up the ring, and grinned. "New toy. Wanna guess what it does?"

Éponine stared at the ring, thought about what she'd read in this morning's radio notes, and inhaled sharply. "You aren't telling me that makes you invisible, truly?"

"Invisible and inaudible," Kenzi said, bouncing on her legs. "Although, Eliot's dog could still smell me and she was really persistent about playing fetch. " She held it out to Éponine. "You wanna try for a little?"

"Well, how d'you like that! Unseen and unheard? That's just not fair, it really isn't," said Éponine, who was eyeing the ring with a keen interest and an expression not at all unlike her father's. "My god, this would have been useful back home, more than a few times! I could have --"

Then again; just because she could think of several dozen ways to put something like that ring to use didn't mean those things were right. Did it? She didn't think so, but maybe . . .

Abruptly, she laughed. "Who on earth'd let you have something like this?"

Kenzi abruptly pulled the ring back to her chest, expression going wary at that comment.

"Nobody," she said airily, in a tone as convincing as a five-year-old explaining who at the last cookie. "I just found it." Maybe letting Éponine get her hands on the ring wasn't all that good of an idea? Hmm? "I've been having fun with it, though."

"I imagine you have," Éponine said, shaking her head; she did note Kenzi's change of expression, though. "Well, maybe it doesn't matter one way or another how you got it. So that's what you were doing at work yesterday! I thought you were only having fun hiding and popping out from behind the bar at Tino, and that might be amusing enough but this sounds much more fun. Not getting into trouble though, I hope?"

Beat.

"Or caught at it, I should say."

"Nope!" Kenzi's smile became sunny again. "Nobody suspects anything, and since nobody can hear me, they're not going to. Everybody guesses things when they can't see people, but not hearing them? Heh." She put the ring back on to demonstrate, and tip-toed around Eponine, making one of the boxes seemingly float.

Oh, Éponine definitely suspected something was up now, but for the time being she wasn't going to press the subject.

"So long's you're not really a ghost, I think I won't complain too much," she said wryly. "But you let other people think that as much as you want to."

She was still a little bit evil, okay?

Kenzi made the box do a little dance of happiness, then put it down and took off the ring again, reluctantly. "Don't tell anyone! I've been leaving out so much rum for the squirrels, so they won't let anything slip. I have so many ideas for this!... Anything you want me to shoplift while I have extra-special powers?"

"So that's why their handwriting's been so bad lately!" Éponine exclaimed. "I ought to be cross with you for that, but it's less I have to read on the radio so I can't say I mind too much."

She paced several strides beside the counter, chewing on her thumbnail and humming to herself, because that was a tempting prospect, but . . .

"No, no, that's all right," she decided. Reluctantly, it might be added. "There isn't anything I can think of that I want right now, anyway."

Except maybe a shiny new phone. Or -- no, she'd better not think about it.

"If you change your mind," Kenzi wiggled the Ring, "just let me know. How's everything else going?"

Her attention span was all over the place lately, but hey, she wanted to know.

"It's all right," Éponine allowed. "Though I don't like having to clean up bits of wax from all over the floor because something fell over, and that was before I arrived so no, I don't think it was you. And I certainly don't like the look of the island lately. It's so . . . gray. That's not a welcome kind of change, not after winter was so dreary."

"It has been kinda dreary, hasn't it?" Kenzi paused, thinking about that. "And I heard something on the Radio about the deer going weird? Maybe we should take a trip off-island. Do something fun where it's sunnier." She didn't really think that cruise last month counted, because hello? SEVENTIES.

"Cosette mentioned having to make a break for it from one of the deer last week," Éponine said, nodding. "Tried to attack her, the silly thing. And d'you see the cove this morning! The water looks awful. God knows the Seine looks nicer after a rainstorm's gone and emptied the sewers out into it."

And now, a moment to be grateful that this narrative was not going to pause and go into a lengthy, symbolic digression on the Paris sewer system.

Because it wasn't a symbolism relevant to the current situation.

"And I'd like that," she went on, careening right into a more pleasant subject. "It's nice that the kids get to go all the time, but it's no fun around here for those of us who can't. Kitty mentioned something a while back, about seeing if some sort of trip could be arranged. I'd like that."

Also, more detail about sewers would be gross. Thank everything for modern hygiene.

Kenzi grinned. "Coolness. Toby and I get into Baltimore sometimes, but something beyond that would be fun. Besides, those are 'work'." Heh. "I didn't see the cove. Weird, though. Maybe the baby island is up to something again. Just as good a reason to take a break from it, I don't need any more creepy dolls showing up."

True. That narrative would also have been a little too evocative.

"There have been an awful lot of odd occurrences lately. D'you think maybe the island's a bit worn out from subjecting us to all of that?" Éponine huffed. "Serves it right, if so. Still, we've got to live here. I'd rather it didn't get worse."

"Hmmmm." This was more critical thinking than Kenzi had done in... days. "Maybe? Ugh. Maybe it caught a cold, island-style. Nothing bad has been happening, so it's not like the last March weirdness. Maybe Bo will know something. I'll get her to ask around."

"No. Nothing bad." Although Éponine suspected there was ample potential for bad to happen. "Only odd. I thought I was imagining it at first. I've done that before, thinking the trees looked like something else, something awful, but no, it was daytime and my head wasn't spinning."

She pointed out the window. "Have a look later. It's hard to find anything green at all out there now. Perhaps it's nothing bad, but it's not very pretty, either. Anyway, I wouldn't put it past this island to manage to catch a cold."

Kenzi followed her finger to look outside, and yeah, it was more... brown and gray, come to think of it, than it was this time last month. Maybe the snow had been covering it? Still.

"We'll figure out how to feed it chicken soup if it needs it." She yawned abruptly, looking surprised. "And maybe I wanna take a nap so I don't catch it, jeez."

"There's a couch in the break room in back if you need it," Éponine offered.

And then a horrible thought occurred to her.

"Good lord. You don't think, if it's sick, we could catch it?"

"Ugh. Horrible thought. I hope not. I hope it's just that I've been bouncing around having fun with the new shiny and not enough caffeine." Another jaw-cracking yawn, and Kenzi pouted as she flipped her shades down onto her face. "But I think I'll take you up on the offer of that couch, thanks."

"How're you going to keep having fun with that trinket if you're too tired to do it?" Éponine asked, mildly scolding. "Come on, I'll show you where it is, and tell you what, I've got to run out with a delivery soon. I'll stop on the way back and bring you a coffee, how's that?"

"Sounds good. With whipped cream?" Kenzi was only swaying a little bit as she dropped to her feet. "You're awesome, 'Ponine."

Éponine snorted, still hesitant to accept compliments completely at face value, and gestured for Kenzi to follow her down the hall to the employee break room. "And chocolate too, if you want."

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