After a number of conversations, Father Mulcahy pins a new sign to the noticeboard.
In neat, clean black letters, it reads:
Offering services:
Catholic priest, for Confession, Masses, Communion, a friendly ear, or anything else that could be needed. Am more than happy to perform services for other faiths, including (there is a list here, featuring mostly Protestant Christian sects, though Judaism is also featured prominently. There is an asterisk next to ‘Southern Baptist’; the note at the bottom says ‘Intimidating, but I can try’). Willing to learn if the guidance that you need is of a faith not listed.
Father Francis Mulcahy (often wearing a hat and glasses, and always a cross)
It is signed with a little cross after his name.
It is also lined in pink fluff.
Someone has gleefully painted sparkly silver spirals all over the cardboard; it catches the light spectacularly.
An addendum, in sloppier handwriting, the i dotted with a heart, says:
Decoration by Princess Powerful!
Father Mulcahy looks at the sign a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitch upward. Then he tips his hat and heads back to the 4077th M*A*S*H, humming quietly to himself.
[OOC: Now with accompanying backroom
post!]