third con | Finally.

[hasagoldsuit]

[So Moist has been rather busy over the past few days, working in the garage. It probably has something to do with the golden suit hanging in his closet, but he's been thinking about doing this for a long time.

People don't trust the Post Office here, and for a good reason, too. So what do we do?

Put up a new one.]

[PHONE]

Good morning, Mayfield! This is Moist von Lipwig, Postmaster General of Ankh-Morpork. I've been thinking, the Post Office here isn't exactly the best example of one out there. Since I run--or, well, ran one before coming here, I decided to try it again!

We're still finding our feet, of course, and thus, any help from anyone is appreciated! Come by 628 Topper Street, we're hiring.

((OOC: Remember this? I finally got off my lazy ass and posted it. No, there won't be regains. /ducks tomatoes))

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Phone

[returntosender]

Hiring? I sometimes do deliveries for them.

[hasagoldsuit]

Well, yes, we're hiring. And you can probably sneak in what we're delivering with theirs as well, if that's a problem.

Any questions?

[returntosender]

What are we going to be delivering?

[hasagoldsuit]

Letters, packages, the works, of course.

[returntosender]

Okay-and what would make your delivery service different from the one already active in Mayfield...?

I'm just curious.

Phone

[mal_addict]

...

What the hell. It has to be better than not going to my actual job.

[hasagoldsuit]

That's the spirit! I'd ask if you could outrun a pack of wild dogs, but I haven't seen many since I got here, so there's that problem sorted.

[Pun unintended.]

[mal_addict]

At least I can outrun the drones, which is more or less the same thing when you really think about it.

[hasagoldsuit]

Good for you. Anything else I should know?

[mal_addict]

Oh come now, Moist, where's your desire for an air of mystery?

Phone

[afterthesky]

If you're able to get this up and running, would you be willing to help with distribution for a project I'm working on?

[hasagoldsuit]

Sure. Anything I can do?

[afterthesky]

We're attempting to start a newspaper to allow the circulation of accurate information about town events.

[hasagoldsuit]

All right, I'll help. Can't be too careful, in a town like this.

[afterthesky]

At least some of the problems we run into here might be avoided if everyone just knew what was going on.

action.

[succorer]

[ Peeta makes cookies. He makes lots of cookies, and cakes and things around the house. Constantly. It is therapy and definitely completely normal for him to do things like this.

He's tiptoeing around the house. At least people will have snacks if they show up. ]

Would you prefer I leave if people are coming over? I can help, too, if you'd like.

[hasagoldsuit]

[And Moist is thankful for it, seeing as he snatches up a cookie whenever he goes out. Right now he's munching on one as he adjusts his jacket.]

No, it's fine. And of course you can help, we'll need all the help we can get!

[succorer]

[ Peeta's glad. At least...he cleans up after himself and makes almost no fuss. ]

Sounds good. I want to keep busy around here. I can do some deliveries, or something like that.