Finnigan's RPG

Activity check on 28th October will end here!

These clouds are interfering my plans for today. How am I supposed to tan without sunshine?

So that I can start making plans now - who's going to Pride at Wingbeat, and which night(s) are you going to be there?

[Warded to Zacharias]

I think I just got a birthday party invitation for someone I've only met once. And looks.... Fancy-ish. Fancy and I are not really on the same wavelength. Please tell me you know some sort of etiquette or whatever for this kind of thing.

One week till my birthday!! I have yet to figure out what I'm doing, but really that just means I'll end up at either Finnigan's or Wingbeat, or possibly both. Though I am more than open to suggestions if anyone's got another idea.

I maintain that it was not my fault I was late to the parlor today.

They were too cute to leave:

( Spello-taped in )

So, who wants to do the Finnigan's St. Patrick's Day scavenger hunt adventure with me?!?! I'm super excited about this.

Just four more days to get through, and then I will be on my way to my favorite place in the world with my favorite person in the world! This week cannot go by fast enough for my liking.

Interestingly enough, while we did have a number of couples come into the parlor yesterday looking for each other's names or some variety of matching tattoos, there was a greater number of cover-ups for old tattoos related to an ex-lover.

Needless to say, I'm glad it's now the 15th.

Question for my fellow business owners! How do you deal with customers who don't follow the rules of your establishment?

I ask only because I had yet another patron wander in drunk today, and then get belligerently upset when I asked him to come back when he was sober, even though that rule is clearly posted on the front door and all over the place inside.

Any thoughts would be appreciated! Otherwise I'm going to ask Zacharias to put up wards against drunks on the entrance to the parlor.

I've nothing against Valentine's Day, but I've everything against Valentine's Day being used as an excuse to force people (specifically me this time) into awkward social engagements (specifically a date). The only good thing about this is that my parents have dragged my sister into this as well.

Wow. And you lot think I'm the prat? At least I

I think sometimes the world likes to remind me why I'm a misanthrope. I need a holiday.

[Warded to Stacey & Richard]:
The shop is closed tomorrow, Richard - can we totally impose on your space and make a day of watching that American football?

[HEAVILY Warded to Emma & Marietta]:
Girls, I hope you're staying healthy in this awful Winter weather. Let me know if you need anything?

[Public]:
The shop has a leak in the back room and I'm having to run back there every couple of hours to re-charm it dry and stuffed. Any suggestions? Any handymen out there who wouldn't mind coming to take a look at it tonight or tomorrow morning?

[Warded to Richard and Stacey] -- I don't know if you two know each other but there have been discussions about watching a (American) football game and I want a team with beautiful cheerleaders. So, be my (American) football gurus? Shall the three of us try to see a game sometime? - Romi

Public - who's hitting the Open Mic at Finnigan's this week? Anyone looking for a totally hot back-up singer with marginal singing talent? (Did I mention I'm really hot, though?)

The good news:
-Zacharias is the best friend I have ever had. This deserves re-iteration to the point of obnoxiousness.
-Meatball didn't destroy my tattoo parlor during my unintended extended absence.
-I am back in London and no longer being held hostage by surrounded by crazy family members.

The bad news:
-The weather is thirty degrees colder than I have become accustomed to and it is ridiculously uncomfortable.

The bad news is offset by the fact that I am now here in London to complain about the weather.

Basically I'm just really happy to be home.

Well then, it's that time. Been back less than a month and my mother is convinced I'm spending too much time in the house and not enough time out in the world doing good. As if spending my formative years doing just that wasn't enough.

Anyone looking for housemates? I like pets, but can negotiate. Don't smoke, but I drink a lot, then again, if you're considering letting me live with you - you probably already know that.

In other news... Anyone know where I can find a bar (or a television for that matter?) that shows American football around here? My Aunt & Uncle really don't appreciate me portkeying all the way over whenever I feel like it to see a game.

So, I'm back in London less than a week and I find myself at a bar called Finnigans's. Nice enough place, too much meat on the menu if you ask me, but the bartenders were all very good at topping off my glass when I wanted them to, so there's that.

And the server hands me a journal and says it's something to do with the new community here. Seeing as my office will be in the neighborhood, they wanted me to have one, but I don't have any clue what to do with it.

So I guess I'm saying - any Hufflepuffs out there looking for a reunion? Otherwise, I don't quite know what this is for.

Oh yeah, hey Badgers, I'm back in the UK. I know it's been a long time, but I'm sure some of you haven't forgotten my rakish good looks and somewhat difficult-to-understand charm.

I have drawn nothing but Merry and Pippin for almost a week now.

Something tells me I should be more concerned about that than I am.