Éponine Thénardier (
filleauloup) wrote in
fandomtownies2015-08-11 08:48 am
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Fandom Post Office, August 11 (Tuesday)
There was a tiny ship in a bottle perched -- or stuck with tape, more accurately -- atop the monitor of Éponine's favorite register.
She wasn't even going to bother asking how it had gotten there, really; she just waited and kept an eye on it for half an hour or so, just to see if it was going to suddenly grow to actual size or pop its cork and spill ocean water all over the floor.
Nothing did, so in her downtime for the rest of the day, she amused herself by leaning on the counter, peering at the ship and making up all kinds of ridiculous stories in her head about what was happening on that tiny deck. And possibly below it.
[OOC: NO OCD SO THERE. Post is open, of course.]
She wasn't even going to bother asking how it had gotten there, really; she just waited and kept an eye on it for half an hour or so, just to see if it was going to suddenly grow to actual size or pop its cork and spill ocean water all over the floor.
Nothing did, so in her downtime for the rest of the day, she amused herself by leaning on the counter, peering at the ship and making up all kinds of ridiculous stories in her head about what was happening on that tiny deck. And possibly below it.
[OOC: NO OCD SO THERE. Post is open, of course.]
