Fandom Post Office, February 18 (Tuesday)
Éponine had, once again, missed out on the chaos of the past several days, but after last year's brush with it she wasn't going to complain about being left out.
She didn't have time to worry about it, in any case; someone had ordered a massive shipment of . . . something, anyway, she couldn't tell what was inside the stack of light but annoyingly large crates stamped OCME and currently occupying the majority of the mail room. Either that or it was a misdelivery, and they never knew which, since with shipments from that company it was an even chance of being one or the other.
The problem was that the one crate out of the entire lot that had the waybill attached to it was somewhere in the middle of the whole damned pile, so if they had any hope of figuring out where all of this was supposed to go they'd have to find that one crate. "Like a quest of some kind," Éponine muttered to herself as she pried crates apart, "only not nearly as interesting as the sort you read about, is it?"
Good thing she was still so scrawny, and could squeeze between crates without having to move them too far, but that didn't stop the entire situation from closely resembling the worst large-scale game of Jenga ever.
She didn't have time to worry about it, in any case; someone had ordered a massive shipment of . . . something, anyway, she couldn't tell what was inside the stack of light but annoyingly large crates stamped OCME and currently occupying the majority of the mail room. Either that or it was a misdelivery, and they never knew which, since with shipments from that company it was an even chance of being one or the other.
The problem was that the one crate out of the entire lot that had the waybill attached to it was somewhere in the middle of the whole damned pile, so if they had any hope of figuring out where all of this was supposed to go they'd have to find that one crate. "Like a quest of some kind," Éponine muttered to herself as she pried crates apart, "only not nearly as interesting as the sort you read about, is it?"
Good thing she was still so scrawny, and could squeeze between crates without having to move them too far, but that didn't stop the entire situation from closely resembling the worst large-scale game of Jenga ever.