[Non-event | Open]
[Hello, Phantasos. You've got mail! And a mail lady to deliver it, incidentally. Even if she doesn't look like a lady to most species, what with her white carapace and spindly limbs and lack of obvious secondary sexual characteristics. Wearing a battered postal worker's hat on top of her sand-encrusted wasteland wanderer outfit, the non-human skitters about with her makeshift mail cart, seeking out those in need of her services.]
[Getting something? Sending something? The Peregrine Mendicant will ensure it gets there! ...Even if she's not sure about some of these addresses. The fact that the street signs seem to change every time she looks at them leaves her scratching her head and blinking.]
Was this not 267th street? Oh dear...
((Voice testing! Sending and receiving mail, gawking, tampering with the mail, distracting her from her duties--all are welcome~))