Éponine Thénardier (
filleauloup) wrote in
fandomtownies2019-07-01 10:52 pm
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Fandom Post Office, July 2 (Tuesday)
Éponine knew the streets and alleys of this island like the back of her hand by now, even better than she'd ever known every shortcut and hidden passageway of Paris. She was fairly certain she could navigate Fandom in her sleep.
And yet she had gotten lost no less than three times on her way in this morning. It had her on edge, even more so than the odd noises coming from the bushes and the disembodied laughter and the general creeping sensation of being watched. So it was a relief, really, that there didn't seem to be much in the way of mail today -- although she suspected that it had just never arrived.
That was likely a bad thing, but on the other hand, it was less likely that she'd get lost while out on her route, wasn't it?
Even the butterflies that occasionally came from the mailboxes seemed disoriented today, and fluttered around in aimless circles just trying to accomplish the ordinarily straightforward task of making it out the window.
[OOC: Open post/office! Usual SP disclaimer applies.]
And yet she had gotten lost no less than three times on her way in this morning. It had her on edge, even more so than the odd noises coming from the bushes and the disembodied laughter and the general creeping sensation of being watched. So it was a relief, really, that there didn't seem to be much in the way of mail today -- although she suspected that it had just never arrived.
That was likely a bad thing, but on the other hand, it was less likely that she'd get lost while out on her route, wasn't it?
Even the butterflies that occasionally came from the mailboxes seemed disoriented today, and fluttered around in aimless circles just trying to accomplish the ordinarily straightforward task of making it out the window.
[OOC: Open post/office! Usual SP disclaimer applies.]
