It was possible that the strange creatures that had invaded Fandom last week were still on everyone's mind when the Student Council had designed the decorations for Prom. Glittery cardboard animal-hybrid monsters awaited everyone as they arrived to the community center, and made their way inside along a blue and yellow carpet flanked by glowing, ( Read more... )

Tip was feeling restless today at the post office. Any time she wasn't spending out on delivery runs, she was spending darting around the interior of the office, playing tag with Bill.

Tag with a robot the size of a bee who could shoot bubbles was a very one sided game. At least they weren't trying for hide and seek?

[open!]

The packages were on strike.

Tip tried to point out that they were, you know, packages, and already nearly at their destination, so a strike seemed kind of silly. Also, striking usually involved demands for higher wages or better working conditions, neither of which the packages had since they were, you know, packagesBut no. They refused to budge ( Read more... )

Someone was apparently trying to ship something lumpy that hissed. The packing manifest listed "400 cats in a moose costume".

Tip decided it was above her pay grade and was sticking to manning the front desk for her shift today.

[Open!]

There was a mail crate in the post office today full of thousands of postcards that had apparently gone rather off course on their way to the US government. Tip was happy enough to just pass them on to the nearest dead letter office, until she happened to read what one of them saidNo one was going to mind if she spent her whole shift carefully ( Read more... )

A handful of packages were chasing each other around in circles in the backroom, barking.

Tip wasn't going to ask.

[open!]

"Nana...Nana, it's January," Hardison protested. Half-heartedly, really. He knew when his foster mother could be talked around and when she could not. This was definitely one of the latter situations. "Your chest hurts in the cold, remember?"

"I marched on Washington once, Alec." Nana's voice was crisp over the speakerphone, brooking absolutely no ( Read more... )

Kanan had been contemplating blowing off work today. After all, if 'having your dead Master come to visit for a couple of days' wasn't a valid reason to not come in to work, he really didn't know what was. But Master Billaba had insisted, pointing out that in taking this job, he'd made a commitment to be here. And also because she wanted to see ( Read more... )

Tip had been going out for donuts, but then she ran into the Chief on the way, and after a little bit of her denying that he was anything more than a particularly vivid figment of her imagination, the donut run had turned into a "show the Chief everything about Fandom" run ( Read more... )

The post office was weirdly quiet today. Or, Tip supposed, it was actually normally quiet, but contrasted so sharply to the December holiday rush that it seemed weird. Either way, she had a lot of time to think about the man she'd met coming into town yesterday and what it might mean for her that there was a guy wandering around town now with a ( Read more... )