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fandomtownies2015-06-02 09:04 am
filleauloup) wrote in fandomtownies2015-06-02 09:04 am
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Fandom Post Office, June 2 (Tuesday)
Everything seemed normal in the post office today: no pallets of bizarre bulk mail, no packages rocking back and forth and singing softly to themselves in a corner, no swarms of butterflies flying out of that one particular mailbox every fifteen minutes on the dot.
Which meant that Éponine was entirely suspicious, and had an old metal fireplace poker (she'd found it under the couch in the employee break room last week, and didn't care to ask how it had gotten there) propped up within reach beside the counter just in case.
Not that it did a thing to save her from the deluge of inexplicably stapler-shaped foam stress balls that fell out of a cabinet in the supply room.
"Honestly," she grumbled, picking up one of the stress not-a-balls and glaring at it, "what's the point of these?"
[OOC: The OCD is somewhere under the pile. Open post!]
Which meant that Éponine was entirely suspicious, and had an old metal fireplace poker (she'd found it under the couch in the employee break room last week, and didn't care to ask how it had gotten there) propped up within reach beside the counter just in case.
Not that it did a thing to save her from the deluge of inexplicably stapler-shaped foam stress balls that fell out of a cabinet in the supply room.
"Honestly," she grumbled, picking up one of the stress not-a-balls and glaring at it, "what's the point of these?"
[OOC: The OCD is somewhere under the pile. Open post!]