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paradisalost2010-03-27 10:08 pm
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section 1, article 9 - neither rain nor snow (backdated)
[Los Angeles hadn't been too awful for Kay, all things considered. when he woke up in his room in the castle, the first thing he thought of was to look for his J2 pistol - if they were back, it meant Legato was back, powers intact, and he had a partner to keep an eye on. as he got up out of bed, however, his foot hit something he hadn't been expecting to see, let alone kick -
- a canvas mail bag printed with the words "United States Postal Service". stacks of white plastic mail bins are piled up in one corner, to boot.]
... Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me. ... Can I at least get a cuppa coffee before you throw this at me?
[thus did coffee appear.] Thank you. [picks up the mug and slurps at it, shuffling over to his wardrobe in his pajamas. as he pulls it open, hoping for that row of pristine black suits ... he's greeted with a row of Postal Service uniforms, just like what he'd been wearing for the past two weeks. with a frown, he peers into one of the buckets, and finds that they've been labeled on the side: 1st Floor, 2nd Floor, and so on - and every single piece of mail bears the name of a castle resident]
... Looks like I've still got a little work to do. [sighs, ruefully] Well, man does what he's gotta do, I guess...
[a little while later, once that coffee's been polished off, Kay will be roaming the halls of Paradisa with a wire cart, dropping off everyone's wayward LA mail. feel free to tag in if you signed up to get mail ... and even if you didn't, jump on in... if only to laugh at the mailman socks.]
- a canvas mail bag printed with the words "United States Postal Service". stacks of white plastic mail bins are piled up in one corner, to boot.]
... Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me. ... Can I at least get a cuppa coffee before you throw this at me?
[thus did coffee appear.] Thank you. [picks up the mug and slurps at it, shuffling over to his wardrobe in his pajamas. as he pulls it open, hoping for that row of pristine black suits ... he's greeted with a row of Postal Service uniforms, just like what he'd been wearing for the past two weeks. with a frown, he peers into one of the buckets, and finds that they've been labeled on the side: 1st Floor, 2nd Floor, and so on - and every single piece of mail bears the name of a castle resident]
... Looks like I've still got a little work to do. [sighs, ruefully] Well, man does what he's gotta do, I guess...
[a little while later, once that coffee's been polished off, Kay will be roaming the halls of Paradisa with a wire cart, dropping off everyone's wayward LA mail. feel free to tag in if you signed up to get mail ... and even if you didn't, jump on in... if only to laugh at the mailman socks.]