Beauty was at the counter today, but deeply immersed in a copy of Candide. If someone could get her attention, she'd be happy to assist them.

[ooc: Super busy catching up on work today, so replies will be slooooow.]

Beauty was having One of Those Days.

Which at the moment was manifesting itself in a struggle with the Sorting Machine, which was turning all the mail into full-color campaign advertisements, and had to be coaxed into turning them back. One letter at a time.

So there was a sign on the counter: Please use the Post Box.

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If Beauty had ever discovered the wonder of the iPod, she'd have been bouncing along behind the counter to some kind of peppy music.

She hadn't, however, so instead she was doing the next best thing -- humming to herself and translating Greek.

Yes, this is Beauty's idea of fun.

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So, there they were. The rescheduling of the date that was actually even confirmed as a date and not just something hanging there in ambiguity. A.J. even held the door open for Beauty as they arrived at Fast Eddie's, although he probably would have done something like that, anyway. "So what do you think?" he asked her as they moved in. "Bowling ( Read more... )

The cold was mostly gone, but Beauty was still feeling a little on the tired side, especially after spending the whole day out with Greatheart the day before. So although she had a book open on the counter in front of her, she was mostly leaning with her chin on her hand, staring at a spot on the floor where the light came in the window.

No blonde hair, no guitar, no boobs; A.J. was very glad to say that these were all true. Yes, even the last one. Unfortunately, he could add 'no excuse' to his list, as well, because he somehow didn't think that Yitzhak would be entirely convinced with his excuse on why he wasn't at work on Sunday. However, part of him was also thinking Yitzhak ( Read more... )

It was time for another batch of letters home, so today Beauty was sitting behind the counter with her stationery and pens, trying to filter out the worst of the Fandom weirdness and still have something to write about.

It was slow going, so she'd be likely to welcome any distractions.

Beauty was behind the counter at the post office, reading a book.

The post box was in its corner, doing whatever post boxes do.

Pretty much business as usual.

Yesterday's weather had worried Willow, but according to the weather report Saturday was warmer and so far snow-free.

Willow got to the Park early so she could set up. She cleared a space for dancing, set up music and some food that she'd brought along, then waited for others to show up.

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Beauty spent a little time sweeping up around the post office, just to make sure it stayed neat and appealing to customers, then settled in behind the desk with her book.