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fandomtownies2015-09-01 08:46 am
filleauloup) wrote in fandomtownies2015-09-01 08:46 am
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Fandom Post Office, September 1 (Tuesday)
The post office wasn't full of turtles today, a fact for which Éponine was (mostly) profoundly grateful; it was extremely trying to maneuver around the place without tripping over them unless you had an unlimited store of patience.
Which she didn't.
No, it was just another one of those days where someone kept calling to inquire about various postal rates, and this time it was someone who wanted to know what all their options were for sending a letter via the fastest extradimensional method possible. This, for the record, was no less of a test of patience than the turtles had been.
"We've birds for that," Éponine told the caller, after twenty exasperating minutes of coaxing out all the details she needed to narrow down the available mailing options (there were only a limited number of dimensions included in the contract agreed upon by the elementals' union) and the weight and dimensions of the item being shipped. "Pigeons, of course, but if it's very urgent and not too heavy you might use a swallow --"
She was cut off there by yet another question that left her scowling at the opposite wall.
"How'm I supposed to know if it's a European swallow? It doesn't stick around long enough for me to ask."
Honestly, at least the turtles were less demanding.
[OOC: No OCD, open!]
Which she didn't.
No, it was just another one of those days where someone kept calling to inquire about various postal rates, and this time it was someone who wanted to know what all their options were for sending a letter via the fastest extradimensional method possible. This, for the record, was no less of a test of patience than the turtles had been.
"We've birds for that," Éponine told the caller, after twenty exasperating minutes of coaxing out all the details she needed to narrow down the available mailing options (there were only a limited number of dimensions included in the contract agreed upon by the elementals' union) and the weight and dimensions of the item being shipped. "Pigeons, of course, but if it's very urgent and not too heavy you might use a swallow --"
She was cut off there by yet another question that left her scowling at the opposite wall.
"How'm I supposed to know if it's a European swallow? It doesn't stick around long enough for me to ask."
Honestly, at least the turtles were less demanding.
[OOC: No OCD, open!]