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Ameh · 05-06-2010, 07:21 AM

A rather large open space greets those entering the Owl Post Office; there are no chairs cluttering it, and the only real landmarks to be seen are two long, rectangular stone tables that seem to have been standing in place for centuries. The tops are marked with inkstains too deep to be removed, though every so often a person who has been leaning against them will find that he or she has picked up a trace of ink on their arms (or shirt). In the center of each is a small sign on a thin metal stand, asking patrons to not sit on the tabletops.

Climbing above the area is a set of staircases, each leading up to the upper level, which appears to be less than half the size of the first floor. At the bottom of these wrought-iron steps are signs cautioning customers to please stay off the second floor, because there is nothing up there of interest to those here to send letters.

Just past this area, the line for the Service Desk begins; to the right, the stations set up for those writing their letters can be seen. Off to the left are the postcard racks. Feel free to pause here for a quick conversation with a mate who may have wandered in just before you, or to put the finishing touch on that letter you may have already written.

Mell · 04-24-2014, 02:00 AM

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"You're faster than ME," Zahra conceded. "Now, anyway. Now that you grew legs and a big ole head and junk." She put her head on his shoulder and found his hand. "I don't know what I'm saying. I'm just ready for summer to be over."

Oh so now she was saying that he had a big head. Michael was just about to give her another nudge and say something back to her but her dejected tone stopped him. "Zahra don't give up now." They could get around this, he knew they could.

Mad Eye Touz · 04-24-2014, 01:15 PM

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Oh so now she was saying that he had a big head. Michael was just about to give her another nudge and say something back to her but her dejected tone stopped him. "Zahra don't give up now." They could get around this, he knew they could.

She gave another shrug. "I'm not. And at least we stole this one visit." Meeeehhhhhh. Zahra tried to rally and put her legs back over his with a shadow of a smile. "So much for us taking our own vacation, huh?"

Mell · 04-24-2014, 10:58 PM

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She gave another shrug. "I'm not. And at least we stole this one visit." Meeeehhhhhh. Zahra tried to rally and put her legs back over his with a shadow of a smile. "So much for us taking our own vacation, huh?"

It sounded like she was though and his stomach hurt at the thought but he smile back at her and gave her calf a squeeze. They needed something to get their minds off the situation at hand.

"Hey, you wanna go down to the beauty shop?" Mikey grinned as he pulled her closer. "I'll even let you give me a make over."

Mad Eye Touz · 04-24-2014, 11:14 PM

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It sounded like she was though and his stomach hurt at the thought but he smile back at her and gave her calf a squeeze. They needed something to get their minds off the situation at hand.

"Hey, you wanna go down to the beauty shop?" Mikey grinned as he pulled her closer. "I'll even let you give me a make over."

When Mikey pulled her closer, Zahra tilted her head and caught a BIG kiss. She raised her hand to pat his cheek and for ZAHRA.... it was a rare soft and slow moment.

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Then it ended when Z's grin returned, "Two words, Toussaint: Pig tails." In other words, she was game. He was going to get a make-over he'd NEVER forget.

Mell · 04-24-2014, 11:48 PM

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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

When Mikey pulled her closer, Zahra tilted her head and caught a BIG kiss. She raised her hand to pat his cheek and for ZAHRA.... it was a rare soft and slow moment.

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...

Then it ended when Z's grin returned, "Two words, Toussaint: Pig tails." In other words, she was game. He was going to get a make-over he'd NEVER forget.

HEHEHEHE. Z kisses were always good. Mikey was grinning too as he stood up bringing her with him. "I think I can handle pig tails."

He stole a quick kiss before placing her back onto her feet and taking hold of her hand. "Lead the way Kettleburn."

Cassirin · 08-17-2015, 02:10 AM

On a normal business day, Camden Banner could send his mail from one of the various owls he kept on hand for such purposes. It was pointless being an entrepreneur if you didn't even have the means to send and receive orders, pay receipts, or let the bank know you were going to be late on your loan payment. This week, though, it seemed as if he never had an owl on hand when he needed one, and so the man was forced to bring a stack of parchment roles down the Alley.

And pay someone else's owl to deliver his mail. Didn't seem right or fair at all, did it?

And was there even anyone here?[/color]

Govoni · 08-17-2015, 02:50 AM

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On a normal business day, Camden Banner could send his mail from one of the various owls he kept on hand for such purposes. It was pointless being an entrepreneur if you didn't even have the means to send and receive orders, pay receipts, or let the bank know you were going to be late on your loan payment. This week, though, it seemed as if he never had an owl on hand when he needed one, and so the man was forced to bring a stack of parchment rolls down the Alley.

And pay someone else's owl to deliver his mail. Didn't seem right or fair at all, did it?

And was there even anyone here?

It was nearing lunchtime on a sweltering August afternoon...and Anika Duke found herself both restless AND bored, two things only amplified by the heat. See, she'd been parked at the Owl Post's front desk all morning, attentively waiting for their usual morning rush of patrons...but the rush never came. It was easy enough to blame the humidity, which had caused her hair to stick uncomfortably to her neck and forehead. Sweating wasn't usually so bad. Anika would've been completely fine if she'd managed to keep busy...but with nothing to do, the heat was ALL she could think about.

Anika was wilting. Like a lovely iris flower...or some OTHER flower.

At one point, her forehead hit the counter with a dull smack!. If only she'd been in a more private place, she could've meditated. Finding peace within always helped with the irritation and frustration...but alas, WORK.

Not being able to stand it any longer, she'd escaped to the break room to cool off...but as things usually went, the moment she'd gotten comfortable, the bell at the door had dinged! With her positivity deciding to peek through (despite her bothersomeness), Anika put on her best smile and went to busy herself with offering help.

"Sir!" It was, perhaps, more pleasant than was necessary. "May I help you?"

Cassirin · 08-17-2015, 03:57 AM

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Originally Posted by Govoni

It was nearing lunchtime on a sweltering August afternoon...and Anika Duke found herself both restless AND bored, two things only amplified by the heat. See, she'd been parked at the Owl Post's front desk all morning, attentively waiting for their usual morning rush of patrons...but the rush never came. It was easy enough to blame the humidity, which had caused her hair to stick uncomfortably to her neck and forehead. Sweating wasn't usually so bad. Anika would've been completely fine if she'd managed to keep busy...but with nothing to do, the heat was ALL she could think about.

Anika was wilting. Like a lovely iris flower...or some OTHER flower.

At one point, her forehead hit the counter with a dull smack!. If only she'd been in a more private place, she could've meditated. Finding peace within always helped with the irritation and frustration...but alas, WORK.

Not being able to stand it any longer, she'd escaped to the break room to cool off...but as things usually went, the moment she'd gotten comfortable, the bell at the door had dinged! With her positivity deciding to peek through (despite her bothersomeness), Anika put on her best smile and went to busy herself with offering help.

"Sir!" It was, perhaps, more pleasant than was necessary. "May I help you?"

It seemed like the place was deserted, which was fine for Camden. He could just attach his messages himself to the various owls and send them on their way. For free. It wasn't illegal, so long as you didn't get caught. And could plead ignorance. Who was to say he wasn't going to drop the money in the till on his way out?

But nevermind, because there was a girl working the counter. A woman, actually. A very pretty one, in spite of the fact that it was too hot to flirt and he didn't normally go for wholesome, girl-next-door types. They generally were about as fun as his mother's neighbors, who actually DID live next door.

"I have six letters to send. Addresses are already on each. I don't suppose you have a bulk discount?" He flashed a quick smile. She was really the best thing he'd seen all day. "I'm Cam."

Govoni · 08-17-2015, 06:34 AM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

It seemed like the place was deserted, which was fine for Camden. He could just attach his messages himself to the various owls and send them on their way. For free. It wasn't illegal, so long as you didn't get caught. And could plead ignorance. Who was to say he wasn't going to drop the money in the till on his way out?

But nevermind, because there was a girl working the counter. A woman, actually. A very pretty one, in spite of the fact that it was too hot to flirt and he didn't normally go for wholesome, girl-next-door types. They generally were about as fun as his mother's neighbors, who actually DID live next door.

"I have six letters to send. Addresses are already on each. I don't suppose you have a bulk discount?" He flashed a quick smile. She was really the best thing he'd seen all day. "I'm Cam."

Though completely flushed and sun-soaked, the redhead maintained her bright smile. Completely professional and pleasant, whilst melting. Yes, Ms. Duke felt very pleased with herself...and it certainly helped that this 'Cam' person had such a lovely smile. She liked it when people came into the office smiling...

...or came in at all, really...

...Yes, it would be break time after this. Her brain felt fried...and not by any recreational means.

"Are these letters time sensitive?" Awaiting his answer, she took a closer look at his face. Being no stranger to pretty men, Anika felt no shame in appreciating this one. It was all exterior, anyway...like a present's wrapping paper. So, it was okay to look...in her opinion.

Beamy.

Cassirin · 08-22-2015, 11:58 PM

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Originally Posted by Govoni

Though completely flushed and sun-soaked, the redhead maintained her bright smile. Completely professional and pleasant, whilst melting. Yes, Ms. Duke felt very pleased with herself...and it certainly helped that this 'Cam' person had such a lovely smile. She liked it when people came into the office smiling...

...or came in at all, really...

...Yes, it would be break time after this. Her brain felt fried...and not by any recreational means.

"Are these letters time sensitive?" Awaiting his answer, she took a closer look at his face. Being no stranger to pretty men, Anika felt no shame in appreciating this one. It was all exterior, anyway...like a present's wrapping paper. So, it was okay to look...in her opinion.

Beamy.

Time... sensitive? As in, if she attached them to the back of a fire crab instead of an owl, would he mind? He would mind, for sure. So that essentially meant that it was time sensitive. "Yeah, I guess so? Time sensitive. Can't get paid if the bills don't get there, you know what I mean?"

And with a relatively new business, Cam was always one billing cycle away from closing his doors.

At least she was smiling in his direction, and Cam's own grin deepened. "So that's a no to the bulk rate, but surely you won't charge me more if I want them delivered today?"

Govoni · 08-23-2015, 12:41 AM

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Time... sensitive? As in, if she attached them to the back of a fire crab instead of an owl, would he mind? He would mind, for sure. So that essentially meant that it was time sensitive. "Yeah, I guess so? Time sensitive. Can't get paid if the bills don't get there, you know what I mean?"

And with a relatively new business, Cam was always one billing cycle away from closing his doors.

At least she was smiling in his direction, and Cam's own grin deepened. "So that's a no to the bulk rate, but surely you won't charge me more if I want them delivered today?"

Oh, this one was a natural charmer with his pretty eyes and easy smile. Anika returned it casually before taking a quick peek around. "Let's move this to the Service Desk...So I can take a closer look at rates."

Brows.

...and she was just going to go ahead and take those letters, mhm.

Krel Ansell · 06-29-2016, 05:36 PM

Krel, not for the first time, made a mental note that she needed to replace the very old (and retired) Odgen. Perhaps, once she was done posting this letter to Ashley, she’d stop by Eeylops and see if she could afford an Odgen, II. The Post Office wasn’t busy, but then, she didn’t expect it to be seeing as school was in session and it wasn’t near enough to the holidays. She tapped her already sealed envelop against the palm of her hand as she tried to decide in which manner she was going to post this letter (actually she was trying to calculate her bank account to see which she could afford).

She stepped over to a large stone table to get out of the way of those that were coming and going and leaned against the table as she pondered. Would it really matter if Ash got the letter this week or next? It was a long way to America and she wished, not for the first time that her friend would move back to England, or at the very least, back to Europe so she was closer.

Krel let out a sigh.

ybbod · 06-29-2016, 06:28 PM

Chris walks in and waits in line while holding some boxes

Krel Ansell · 06-29-2016, 08:07 PM

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Chris walks in and waits in line while holding some boxes

Having finally made a decision about how to post her letter, Krel moved away from the stone tables. It didn’t really matter when Ashley got her post, just that she got it. Besides, if she sent the letter in the least expensive manner, perhaps she’d be able to swing the purchase of a new owl. If she remembered an ad correctly, there should be a new Parliament of owls had just arrived at the store.

A gentleman with an armload of boxes walked past. Krel paused to let him go and then followed behind him. “Mighty load of boxes you have there,” she said with just the hint of a German accent. It wasn’t meant to be judgmental, but rather a simple comment to encourage small talk with a stranger.

ybbod · 06-29-2016, 08:41 PM

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Having finally made a decision about how to post her letter, Krel moved away from the stone tables. It didn’t really matter when Ashley got her post, just that she got it. Besides, if she sent the letter in the least expensive manner, perhaps she’d be able to swing the purchase of a new owl. If she remembered an ad correctly, there should be a new Parliament of owls had just arrived at the store.

A gentleman with an armload of boxes walked past. Krel paused to let him go and then followed behind him. “Mighty load of boxes you have there,” she said with just the hint of a German accent. It wasn’t meant to be judgmental, but rather a simple comment to encourage small talk with a stranger.

He turns to the young woman behind him and frowns very slightly and smiles at the same time " Ansell ? "

lways · 06-30-2016, 12:03 AM

Lyra looks around as she waits outside the the post office

ybbod · 06-30-2016, 01:19 AM

He waves his hand and the boxes fly to one of the empty tables and looks at the door

Krel Ansell · 06-30-2016, 07:35 PM

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He turns to the young woman behind him and frowns very slightly and smiles at the same time " Ansell ? "

Ansell was not the response she was expecting. Nor was she expecting to see a very old flame standing in front of her at the Owl Post of all places. “Chris?” she asked, her voice still lined with the faintest hint of German. She wasn’t really sure what to say or do, so she tapped her letter against her thigh. How odd that she was sending one old friend an owl only to run into another.

“I haven’t seen you in,” she did the math quickly in her head. “8 years?” If she remembered correctly the last time she saw Chris not long after they graduated from Hogwarts and went their separate ways. Krel went off to University in Germany to study international communications and to prefect her German.

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Lyra looks around as she waits outside the the post office

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He waves his hand and the boxes fly to one of the empty tables and looks at the door

Krel watched his packages fly to a table as she continued to tap her letter against her thigh. “You look well,” she added.