The Cosmic Chronicle

Prismaxion V. Tern How would you describe yourself to, say, a resident of the basalt quarter who’s unfamiliar with interdimensional logistics?
Mx Qvint Uh, well, mostly they don’t actually see me... I’m a postal agent between dimensions, so invisibility is sort of part of the job. Delivering mail within Klymora is easy, but briefly walking five realities at once while hauling a crate of soup-resistant enclave letters-that’s the core of it.
Prismaxion V. Tern What drew you to Virelys? This is hardly a standard delivery route.
Mx Qvint It was really an accident. My transcodex shrieked and spat me out in the middle of these crazy light bridges, with a spluttering batch of sealed portal permits for refugees. I just kept wandering among the mist fields and energy pools. You get used to it.
Prismaxion V. Tern Could you describe a typical workday, if you even experience something like a 'day'?
Mx Qvint Day is relative, you know. Usually my shift begins dodging microdrones convinced I’m a smuggler. Then I dash across three wavering light bridges to retrieve exploded packages at the Theater of Gravity (always risky). And I deliver to data-quote trees. Well, at least until they spontaneously blossom.
Prismaxion V. Tern Have you ever lost a parcel in an accidental dimensional jump?
Mx Qvint *glances around* Uh... Several times. The other day, six crates of salvation soup leapt straight into a bifurcation and were reassembled somewhere on Gassy Quadrant 9 as postage stamps. The complaints department? It’s just a loop of me screaming my own name in panic.
Prismaxion V. Tern What do you think of the infamous light bridges? They seem quite unreliable.
Mx Qvint Unreliable? That's a cosmic understatement. Yesterday, an entire colleague swarm fell out of their dimension when the bridge resonated at the wrong frequency. My left leg now has three personal timelines.
Prismaxion V. Tern Sounds like a rather stressful job.
Mx Qvint Stress? That would require a unified nervous system. What I have... is more of a cluster. And local authorities... Pah! They check the couriers more than the contract drones who actually deliver everything late.
Prismaxion V. Tern What's the most absurd item you ever delivered?
Mx Qvint A box of living memory-glass fragments, packed in a quantum box labeled 'Do Not Shake'. It jumped out of my hands twice, threw itself a party in the central forum, and then surrendered to the wind.
Prismaxion V. Tern Be honest: do you ever intentionally sabotage deliveries?
Mx Qvint What... how so? No! Or... look, if a cathedral accidentally implodes as I rush in with an express delivery, is that really my fault? Besides, who’s really checking who here?
Prismaxion V. Tern Are you... are you irritated now?
Mx Qvint Of course I'm irritated! Everyone expects miracles from the postal service. Three parallel flights an hour, but deliver one letter to the wrong gaseous resident and you get another dimensional claim tacked on.
Prismaxion V. Tern My mail from Stardate 4422.241 still hasn't arrived.
Mx Qvint *grins sourly* Then you must have drawn Sector Sweepstone’s handler, but you know how it is: no one recognizes their own postmaster until the time singularity collapses.
Prismaxion V. Tern Last one: do you ever get surprised by Virelys?
Mx Qvint Surprised?! Yesterday, a portal opened right under my feet and discharged a minister in a soup cloak. So yes. Nothing here is predictable. Including this interview, apparently-my self-unfolding service ID just evaporated.
Prismaxion V. Tern Eh- weren’t we done?
Mx Qvint How should I know! I only deliver. I answer questions by exception.