Éponine's Not-So-Abandoned Warehouse, Wednesday Afternoon
As it happened, she'd been out wandering around early this morning when the jalapeños swooped in. Even if she had been half lost in some disjointed fantasy about waking up one morning to find that the island had moved in the middle of the night to a spot in the Seine, snuggled up to Île de la Cité (Éponine's brain was a special place), it was impossible not to notice the jalapeños, really.
So she'd stood there and stared at them for a while, honestly not sure if they were real or if her imagination had gotten away from her again -- a question that was answered when several of them swooped down and set her sleeve on fire.
Well. In that case, the post office could just do without her today, as she wasn't stupid, thank you very much, and had no intention of being out in the open as long as that was going on. Instead, Éponine remained resolutely indoors, occasionally glowering out the window at a passing pepper. It wasn't that she resented them for keeping her from going to work, but they'd ruined a perfectly good early-morning walk, and one of her nice new shirts -- besides, she'd left the book she was reading at the post office yesterday, and now she'd have to wait until tomorrow (hopefully this would be over by then) to find out what happened next.
[OOC: Open! Why not?]
So she'd stood there and stared at them for a while, honestly not sure if they were real or if her imagination had gotten away from her again -- a question that was answered when several of them swooped down and set her sleeve on fire.
Well. In that case, the post office could just do without her today, as she wasn't stupid, thank you very much, and had no intention of being out in the open as long as that was going on. Instead, Éponine remained resolutely indoors, occasionally glowering out the window at a passing pepper. It wasn't that she resented them for keeping her from going to work, but they'd ruined a perfectly good early-morning walk, and one of her nice new shirts -- besides, she'd left the book she was reading at the post office yesterday, and now she'd have to wait until tomorrow (hopefully this would be over by then) to find out what happened next.
[OOC: Open! Why not?]