Just Your Average Mailman!

"I’m going to go ahead and guess, you’re a postman yes?" Mary asked with a smile, hair brightening. 

"Ah, yes! You have that correct, miss!" He responded, nodding his head in agreement. Not that it was hard to miss, anyway, since the envelope symbol on his uniform was a dead giveaway. Still, George appreciated the small bits of interaction. "Do you have an occupation, miss?" 

"Well... hm... I trust my coworkers! I mean... I have to, right?" He laughed nervously, not quite sure if he meant what he said. 

This was already starting to get strange and not the normal kind either. Still this George did sound nice, even if he made her feel a little awkward.

The postal worker took the last question very seriously. Second-Planers and Mid-Planers did not get along at all. If a Midder happened to wander too far from the others, a hate crime would quickly ensue, and there was no way the mailman would let her blood shed... it just wouldn't be right.

"Don't you worry there! We all just need practice! My first time, I somehow burnt.... well everything. Even the water." She cringed at that memory. "Try not to ask anyone about that."

"Yes, yes, you must practice before you are perfect! Isn't that how the ol' saying goes, or am I doing it wrong?" The delivery man shrugged, pretty sure he messed it up. Oh well, human phrases weren't really his forte anyway.  

"Atlantic City - Sept. 1 -05 8/30 - went to Ocean City - struck sand bar Rescued by sail boats. fine." Atlantic City, NJ Postmarked 1905

"Oh dear, I've went off on a tangent again.... Simply put, I enjoy cooking." She was embarrassed, but it was more comedical then humiliating.

"I tried cooking once, I think... but I just ended up almost obliterating the stove! My coworkers barred me from accessing the kitchen since then!" George laughed, a bit embarrassed from the story. He was at peace with it, now, anyway. Besides, he was with a new friend, and sharing amusing stories was the least he could do to help her feel more comfortable. 

"Sorry if I’m bothering you, but I don’t really know where I am at the moment so maybe you can help me figure that out" That was something happening a lot recently, getting lost and annoying strangers. Although it was a nice change of pace for someone not to get freaked out by her lack of a visible body.

"If you're lost, Miss Cindy, I could find you a map or something... are you new to this area, or are you new to our world entirely?" George questioned. The invisible visitor could be another wanderer from another district, but there were also multiple occasions where residents of different worlds stumbled upon theirs. 

The blue male shrugged, “You might want to listen to her, if you wish to get any better.” After that, Tony followed in pursuit, taking his sweet time. She’d run out of energy eventually, giving him a chance to catch up.

Taking a moment to rest his aching legs, George wheezed and tiredly looked at the long road head. "Maybe there's a short cut we could use...?" He puffed. It was a shame, these people were morally nice by today's standards, and fate somehow chose them for the task. Maybe the company should've stuck with criminals like they used to.

"You have fifteen minutes to get inside, Aoi!"

Pulling out a small card from his coat pocket, George handed it to the young client. "Here's the number to my office. If you want to talk or have any questions, don't be afraid to dial the number." He informed before tipping his hat at the boy. "I'm sorry if I made things worse... I truly am..." 

"What do you like to do?" She questioned. She was extremely curious about her new friend. After all, meeting someone new could lead to new discoveries!

"Do you have any hobbies, Miss Molly? I'm sure they're pretty interesting, considering you're... well... food." The delivery man asked. Come to think of it, were waffles even capable of doing the same things as vertebrates? What kind of activities could food participate in, without the threat of being burnt or made soggy? He was curious to find out!