> Be the hardboiled mail woman with nerves of steel.

[postalmonarch]

It isn't easy, carving out an honest living in a city like this. It's even harder when you're the kind of person that just wants everyone to live peacefully, people think they can take advantage of you. But I am not the sort of person you can take advantage of, not anymore. Not since I learned the hard way why you always carry a knife in your

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[gotyourhair]

[There's a lot of mail going into the congressman's office right now. in fact, he shows up to retrieve a particular wrapped package personally.]

[postalmonarch]

I have my suspicions that this package might be less than clean, but a good postal worker never snoops. I know what he wants, though, and reach into the bag of packages to go out in the morning for it.

You did not have to come all the way here yourself, sir.

[gotyourhair]

Nothing like a employee who doesn't ask questions, not that the ones who asked questions lasted long here.

I always have time to meet my constituents.

[postalmonarch]

I am not new to the idea of talking to important people, but I still smile modestly as I step out from behind the desk with his package and a clipboard.

Well, I suppose there is no point talking about it now. If you can sign here?

[xeno_phil]

[It's not until I stumble upon the post office that it occurs to me I maybe shoulda been looking for it all along. After all, everybody gets mail, right?

I open the door and walk in, and bless my luck, the desk isn't empty.]

Excuse me ma'am, maybe you could help me?

[postalmonarch]

I notice the door opening right away and give the newcomer a look over as he comes in. I don't know what he needs help with, but I still smile and nod.

I can do my best. What do you need?

[xeno_phil]

[Funny; I kept getting warned to be careful in the big house city, but everyone here's been so nice so far, even if I have no more answers than when I started.

I pull out my photo.]

Have you seen this man? His name is Orrin Lutwidge, and he's my uncle. Do you have an address for him?

[It occurs to me then I may be asking more than I should.]

I mean, if you're allowed to give that information out?

[postalmonarch]

I don't recognize the image, but I have heard the name. I haven't seen it in a while, though, and that brings a worried look to my face.

Are you looking for him for any reason in particular? I am sorry, I don't normally pry, but it has been a while since I've had any deliveries with his return address.

[bone_genius]

It was a normal day, secretaryin' for Police Chief Bhamba. Just the safe side of borin', really. I really am too smart for this job. But no matter. Now I'm on my way to my Baby's "office" to remind him that he has a lovely penthouse to go home to. He always works so hard and stays so late...

But I gotta stop by the post office first. It's so excitin' that my Baby's got enough trust in me to ask me to pick up his mail.

[She opens the door causing the bell to jingle. She's quite attractive, and dressed very seductively for a secretary in a slinky red dress, black stalkings, black patent leather stilettos, and big gold hoop earrings with her hair curled and red red lips. She walks to the counter with a pleasant smile on her face.]

Hello. Got any mail for Mister Wesker?

[postalmonarch]

I don't need the bell to tell me someone's come in and I greet her with a smile, only partly forced. I am always a little suspicious about people who regularly come to pick up their mail in person, or else send one of their employees to do it, but it has been a long time since I was the trusting type and it doesn't really matter, anyway.

Yes, just a second.

*She reaches under her desk and produces a stack of letters for Wesker, along with anything that might be addressed to Brennan.*

[bone_genius]

Wow. That's a lot of mail for just one day! I flip through them, noting who they're from, and then organize them by importance. On the top, my magazines, on the bottom, his bills.

But I wonder...

How did you know to give me my mail when I didn't even tell you my name?