ANNOUNCEMENT! ANNOUNCEMENT! HEAR YE HEAR YE!
Let there be a funeral. Let us remember! A fun-e-ral. A MOMENT OF SILENCE! A buriel. A memorial.
For my unemployed, lazy bumness.
May it rest in peace.
BUT HEEEY! My new gig is a pretty sweet deal so party? Party? Today? Tomorrow? Next day? Day after? EVERY DAY? New job has got it covered--kind of. Holy crap, guys, why's this building so quiet? Sleeping already? :D
[ooc: Assuming Tyche was invited to the wedding and promptly forgot. Additionally, for future reference, as employment she kind of, to some extent (that is to the whole extent), snagged a "
sugar daddy."]