MarinaNova Asylum

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Spencer Reid: a postcard from Helix anonymous.

[PM had been starting her route when the power failed. She quickly slips on her ring--while she may not have special night vision, she does have improved senses. The occasional lime light as her body flickers in time-space helps, too. She doesn't feel particularly good about flying around with all the lightning going on, though, so she remains firmly grounded.]

[She really prefers to walk during her route, but she would also really like to get the mail done in a timely fashion.]

[So, PM starts teleporting between the apartment buildings to check and deliver the mail. There is a lot of groping around with her paw and flashing a neon shade of green as she goes through them one by one. It doesn't help that the flickering is extremely uncomfortable (flashy gif warning!!!) for other people to stare at for too long. It may, in fact, be more distracting than having a winged, dog-headed alien sticking her arm into their apartment mailboxes.]

[Voice]

The mail is all delivered! Um. If you can safely get to your mailboxes, I mean. Or have light to read your mail by.

Does anyone need anything? [And then she adds, just so it sounds more like an offer than a polite thing to say:] Flashlights, food, bandages?

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[ahaha I missed last week, sorry. Info about the postal service and mail submissions for Day 191 and beyond are here!]