Reno and Rikku had headed off to Spira for their happily-ever-after, so Rude didn't really have an excuse to stay in Fandom any longer. Still, he'd have to face the wrath of Tseng when he went home, so another day or two wouldn't kill him ( Read more... )

When the mailman from the mainland stopped in to drop off some letters, he just stared at all the colors in the post office. Most of the postal workers got nervous under his gaze and scurried into the back, which Rude made a mental note of. Whatever they were under their disguises, he was pretty sure they weren't human -- at least, not if some of ( Read more... )

Rude was, by now, used to the sorts of things that Fandom could throw at him. So when the three-foot-tall mouse came in with a package and cheerfully shouted "Special delivery!", he took it in stride.

At least no one was turning into gray monsters today?

Instead of being behind the counter today, Rude stood inside the Post Office's doors, watching the streets outside. Should any of the bizarre wildlife try to attack, the Post Office would be defended. Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night would stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

Another Wednesday, another shift at the Post Office. Yep. Rude was thrilled ( Read more... )

Another week, another strange location, and another strange visitor from the mainland ( Read more... )

After waking up this morning with the sun and getting ready for the day with the help of her wild animal friends, Cinderella had begun doing what she always did in the morning: cook and clean and sing. But then a large man chased her out of the kitchen--and the whole giant chateau!--after her bird and mouse friends had followed her in to help make ( Read more... )

The Fandom Post Office's normally smooth workings hit a snag when someone came across a package addressed to someone named "Ghost", with the only address given as "The Shell". After Rude noticed the clump of workers discussing what to do with it, he glared at them until they came and handed him the box. Not that he knew what to do with it, either ( Read more... )

Even after a couple weeks on the island, Woody Boyd still wasn't sure how he'd ended up here when he was heading for Boston, but he sure wasn't going to knock it. The pay was good, there were no pigs in the club except for Friday nights when those 3 talking ones came in and sat around complaining about the price of straw, wood, and bricks, and ( Read more... )

It was entirely too hot here, in this new place the island had moved to. And scuttlebutt said there were pyramids somewhere over on that new land. It wasn't that Rude disliked pyramids per se, it was just that he'd had a bad experience with one trying to crush him ( Read more... )