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fandomtownies2018-06-05 05:56 am
filleauloup) wrote in fandomtownies2018-06-05 05:56 am
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Fandom Post Office, June 5 (Tuesday)
When Éponine arrived at work with her coffee and her breakfast and started going about her daily duties, she was actually in a fairly cheerful mood, humming to herself and occasionally pausing to have a short conversation with the alot of junk mail that was currently taking up residence in the mailroom.
After she switched over the daily calendar in the lobby and realized what day it was, her entire demeanor changed: there was no more humming, and she seemed detached and distracted when dealing with customers, as if her attention was somewhere entirely outside of the building.
Her memories of the day, never all that coherent to begin with, were less immediate now; just because they felt a bit more distant and a bit less real, though, didn't mean they weren't going to come back to haunt her. Maybe, with her imagination to fill in the details, that made it a little bit worse. Ah, well. She'd make her way out to Serenity Cove later this evening and spend the night out there, like she always did on the night of June 5, with a bottle of alcohol. Somewhere away from narrow streets walled in by buildings.
[[Coming to you OCD-free but open with SP on this Barricade Day.]]
After she switched over the daily calendar in the lobby and realized what day it was, her entire demeanor changed: there was no more humming, and she seemed detached and distracted when dealing with customers, as if her attention was somewhere entirely outside of the building.
Her memories of the day, never all that coherent to begin with, were less immediate now; just because they felt a bit more distant and a bit less real, though, didn't mean they weren't going to come back to haunt her. Maybe, with her imagination to fill in the details, that made it a little bit worse. Ah, well. She'd make her way out to Serenity Cove later this evening and spend the night out there, like she always did on the night of June 5, with a bottle of alcohol. Somewhere away from narrow streets walled in by buildings.
[[Coming to you OCD-free but open with SP on this Barricade Day.]]