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Zoe · 09-23-2018, 06:00 PM

Since 1536 the Owl Post Office has been serving the greater London area, by helping you deliver what you need to be delivered. Whether it’s a letter or a package, our owls can do the job. We have five owls who can provide a variety of delivery services. As you head through the foyer inside the Owl Post Office you will notice the newly renovated shop. All new furniture has replaced the old and very dated.

Off to the left and the right of the entrance is a bright and long row writing desks. Chairs are lined up in various spaces to seat down and relax. In the back corners on either the left or right are post office boxes, available for purchase. Ask the staff on duty for more information. Straight ahead from the foyer is rather large open space greets those entering the Owl Post Office the only real landmark is a long, rectangular stone Owl Post service desk. Written across the front panel in large, curvy print are the words "Owl Post Office". Against the wall there are three boxes; your letters, when placed in there by an employee, will vanish (to the mailroom of course).

If you approach the desk and find it empty, there is a small silver bell just off to the left. Just one ring please the enchanted bell will make no discernible sound when pressed. Next to the Owl Post service desk, several large racks have been set up. Neatly stacked inside each slot are various postcards, each depicting a different area of Diagon Alley and other notable landmarks of the greater wizarding United Kingdom. Quidditch and Gobstone team postcards can be found here as well. There are many to choose from!

Text Cut: Inventory

Postcards: 3 Sickles

Letters:
Economy: 3 Knuts, 4 Knuts, 12 Knuts, 16 knuts
Standard: 4 Knuts, 6 Knuts, 12 knuts
Express: 6 Sickles, 12 Sickles

Packages::
Small: 5 sickles
Medium: 10 sickles
Large: 15 sickles

Post office box:
Small 5 sickles/Monthly
Medium 10 sickles /Monthly
Large 15 sickles/Monthly

Custom wax seal stamp:
pricing upon request

Text Cut: Sending an Owl Post

To use the Owl Post system across the Wizarding Word, please complete the following OOC steps:

Fill out the Owl Post survey the necessary information (note that not completely filling out the survey may result in your letter/package taking longer to deliver).
Remember to include the username of the person the letter is intended for in the "To" section.

Remember to include a link to where the recipient is located in the SSRPGs so the delivery can be made easily.

If you are sending a package and wish to use images as visuals, remember to upload to your own image hosting account. Hotlinking images will result in your owl post not being delivered.

If you have a certain date OOC that you would like your letter to be delivered by, specify that in the last question of the survey.

Post in this thread purchasing the Owl Post delivery service. We would love to role-play with you!

This shop is STAFFED by Zachaël Lufkin (sweetpinkpixie).

Cassirin · 11-17-2019, 02:50 AM

Grace Bones-Miarkos had dropped a letter home by owl post a week ago, and now she was stalking the place. It wasn't that she needed to send more notes home to her parents, overprotective as they may be (or just her father, honestly). No, she just liked looking at that dreamboat shopkeeper.

Grace had never considered herself to be shy, but she wasn't that interested in talking to him or approaching him and ruining the illusion. To the contrary, she wanted to pretend that he was a lot more interesting than he probably was. But he was dreamy, so here she was, standing just outside the shop and pretending to be very interested in international owl rates.

sweetpinkpixie · 11-26-2019, 12:47 PM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

Grace Bones-Miarkos had dropped a letter home by owl post a week ago, and now she was stalking the place. It wasn't that she needed to send more notes home to her parents, overprotective as they may be (or just her father, honestly). No, she just liked looking at that dreamboat shopkeeper.

Grace had never considered herself to be shy, but she wasn't that interested in talking to him or approaching him and ruining the illusion. To the contrary, she wanted to pretend that he was a lot more interesting than he probably was. But he was dreamy, so here she was, standing just outside the shop and pretending to be very interested in international owl rates.

Zachaël had been having a DAY of it with his owls. Mangig and Herjenmie were teaming up against Furmgoat and trying pull out his tail feathers and all of them were proving to be virtually impossible to get back in their cages for timeout. At least Waful was well disciplined and watching it all unapprovingly from his perch while Nuria was out on delivery. Which, for anyone who cared, was her first delivery since the acromantula incident - so Zachaël was incredibly proud of her.

It took a lot of persuasion on his part, but eventually he was able to wrangle all three of the owls into some form of submission and had assigned each of them a delivery of their own to occupy them for a few hours at least. Ought to give him enough time to, er, clean up the disaster that was the backroom of the shop now.

Walking out of the shop, an owl on each shoulder and then another resting on his arm, Zachaël whistled sharply to signal to them to take flight and watched them until they were specks in the distance....and then noticed that there was a woman standing outside the Owl Post.

"Salutations," he greeted her with a small bow of the head, unaware of plethora of tawny owl feathers stuck in his chocolate curls.

Cassirin · 11-27-2019, 01:59 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Zachaël had been having a DAY of it with his owls. Mangig and Herjenmie were teaming up against Furmgoat and trying pull out his tail feathers and all of them were proving to be virtually impossible to get back in their cages for timeout. At least Waful was well disciplined and watching it all unapprovingly from his perch while Nuria was out on delivery. Which, for anyone who cared, was her first delivery since the acromantula incident - so Zachaël was incredibly proud of her.

It took a lot of persuasion on his part, but eventually he was able to wrangle all three of the owls into some form of submission and had assigned each of them a delivery of their own to occupy them for a few hours at least. Ought to give him enough time to, er, clean up the disaster that was the backroom of the shop now.

Walking out of the shop, an owl on each shoulder and then another resting on his arm, Zachaël whistled sharply to signal to them to take flight and watched them until they were specks in the distance....and then noticed that there was a woman standing outside the Owl Post.

"Salutations," he greeted her with a small bow of the head, unaware of plethora of tawny owl feathers stuck in his chocolate curls.

Well, poop on a biscuit. Grace had been so intensely focused on looking nonchalant, interesting but not interested, and gorgeous (but in an unstudied sort of way) that she hadn't realized the shopkeeper was no longer IN the shop. In fact, at some point, she'd stopped checking on the shopkeeper and had started making pretty pouts at herself in the glass, which probably was deeply upsetting to the owls.

And now here was the man himself, covered in feathers and looking at her. Hard to pretend she was just interested in the owls now that the man had apparently LOST ALL HIS OWLS. "Salad... what?" No, focus. Do not admire strong jaw lines or ruffled curls. "SALUTATIONS. Do you sell... hats... here?"

Maybe someone could drop a house on her.

sweetpinkpixie · 12-02-2019, 03:23 PM

He would be truly tickled to know that she was under the impression that he had lost any of his owls. He had never misplaced one since his university days when he had botched the address on an owl he was sending from Hogwarts. Determined little creature, the owl had not returned until it had found the destination which, was to say, never.

Entirely unintentional and he had only been 16 at the time.

"I...pardon?" he asked cordially at the mention of...salads? Had she mistaken his establishment for the Leaky Cauldron? That would certainly be a first. "Ah not. I'm afraid not. This here behind me is the finest postal service the wizarding world has to offer, the Owl Post. Which also offers custom stationary and hand whittled wooden wax seal stamps created by yours truly," he explained, his hand resting across his chest as he bowed slightly from the waist. "If it's hats your seeking, you'll be wanting to stop by Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Opposite end of the Alley."

Cassirin · 12-04-2019, 02:17 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

He would be truly tickled to know that she was under the impression that he had lost any of his owls. He had never misplaced one since his university days when he had botched the address on an owl he was sending from Hogwarts. Determined little creature, the owl had not returned until it had found the destination which, was to say, never.

Entirely unintentional and he had only been 16 at the time.

"I...pardon?" he asked cordially at the mention of...salads? Had she mistaken his establishment for the Leaky Cauldron? That would certainly be a first. "Ah not. I'm afraid not. This here behind me is the finest postal service the wizarding world has to offer, the Owl Post. Which also offers custom stationary and hand whittled wooden wax seal stamps created by yours truly," he explained, his hand resting across his chest as he bowed slightly from the waist. "If it's hats your seeking, you'll be wanting to stop by Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Opposite end of the Alley."

This was going marvelously well. Was it too late to just disapparate herself right into a lake somewhere? She wasn't bright or interesting or casually disinterested or anything but acting the idiot. Grace tilted her chin up and gave him a chilly look that she'd learned from her mother. We are not amused.

"I suppose I could examine this custom stationary. I actually already own a hat. All the hats." Yes, of course. She was the hat tyrant of England and all the hats were in her maniacal clutches. "Shall we go inside?"

sweetpinkpixie · 12-09-2019, 05:44 AM

Bloody hell. What was that look all about? He was merely answering her question, so the chilly response was hardly warranted. Tilting his head to the side, he twirls a few of his chocolate curls and studied her a bit....curiously. The reception was one that almost made him wonder if he had some wet owl droppings on his shoulder, or worse...in his hair, but his concerns were slightly relieved as she suggested going inside to take a peek at the stationary options.

And apparently asking about whether or not he sold hats had been a rhetorial inquiry? Scoping out the competition? Bloody hell if he knew.

"Certainly," nods cordially as he pulls open and holds the door for her. "I start all the way at the beginning with paper selection. If you just take a seat over at the table there by the window I'll be right back with my binder of samples for you to look at."

Cassirin · 12-10-2019, 02:37 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Bloody hell. What was that look all about? He was merely answering her question, so the chilly response was hardly warranted. Tilting his head to the side, he twirls a few of his chocolate curls and studied her a bit....curiously. The reception was one that almost made him wonder if he had some wet owl droppings on his shoulder, or worse...in his hair, but his concerns were slightly relieved as she suggested going inside to take a peek at the stationary options.

And apparently asking about whether or not he sold hats had been a rhetorial inquiry? Scoping out the competition? Bloody hell if he knew.

"Certainly," nods cordially as he pulls open and holds the door for her. "I start all the way at the beginning with paper selection. If you just take a seat over at the table there by the window I'll be right back with my binder of samples for you to look at."

This was becoming such a THING, and a thing that Grace was starting to realize she couldn't get out of. Like she had fully committed to buying handmade stationary, which she neither needed nor could afford. She was an art school student, for goodness sake.

Still, Grace sauntered over to the seat that the shopkeeper had indicated. She hoped he watched her walk away, because her saunter was AMAZING, but she didn't dare check. The table had a cold teapot, and Grace set to work banishing the contents and brewing a fresh pot. It didn't occur to her that it was presumptuous, just that she wanted tea.

"Do you want tea? With sugar?" Grace squinted at him. "No, lemon, I think. I'm Grace. We're having tea."

sweetpinkpixie · 12-13-2019, 02:41 AM

There was something to say about ignorance being bliss, particularly when it came to a selective understanding of social cues. The majority of which, as it turned out, related to those of the flirtatious nature - which likely explained why he was still very much a single pringle with only his owls for company. And they were quite good company, for the record.

He most certainly was not admiring any sort of sauntering as that was unprofessional when it came to customer interactions and service. Besides, his attention was on locating the binder of samples behind the counter. He had just recently rearranged a few things but still had not mastered the flow of the space.

Retrieving not one but THREE thick binders of paper, ink, and writing samples, Zachaël strolled over to the table where she was now serving him tea...and of the non-negociable nature. "Just straight for me," nods with a bit of a bewildered twinkle in his eye as he waits for her to be seated first. "Please. Have a seat."

He supposed he was pleased the tea set was being utilized at all. The selection of tea and coffees were nothing to owl out about. Usually just tasted of hot water to him.

Cassirin · 12-13-2019, 03:00 AM

No, no. He needed lemon. His Earl Grey was weak as milk, anyone could see, and Grace gave him a squeeze of lemon in his cup before pouring steeped tea from the pot. "My mum always says that tea is meant to steep a very specific amount of time, and the people who don't like it are the people who are doing it wrong." Granted, her mother was a precise and imperious person, much like Grace.

"My goodness. How do you have time to take care of your owls with all the time you spend on sharpening quills and designing stationary?" That was three binders, that was. It wasn't exactly a hobby at this rate.

sweetpinkpixie · 12-15-2019, 05:08 AM

....but he did not like lemon in his tea.

And he also apparently did not know how to make a cup of tea, which was not particularly groundbreaking to him. Though he was not entirely keen on the reminder that he was 'doing it wrong'. People came to the Owl Post to send letters and packages, not sip on tea while nibbling on biscuits. But, as a customer, he could hardly show his irritation and resentment towards ridicule. "And how long would be advisable?" asks as casually as possible while using a handkerchief to dust off one of the folders a bit.

It was a hobby. "A grand master never reveals their secrets," he offered coyly as he opened the first binder and passed it to her. "What sort of aesthetic would you like to go for with your stationary?"

Cassirin · 12-16-2019, 01:03 AM

"Hmm," Grace sipped her own cup of tea (milk AND sugar) and pretended to ponder the question. Tea brewing time was automatic knowledge, but he was doing that fake polite thing and she understood that she'd chosen the MOST dull conversation topic of all time. "Three minutes, if you don't want the citrus notes. Five if you do. For Earl Grey, specifically."

She leaned in to look at the designs in the first binder. What was she looking for? Nothing, because she couldn't afford to even touch this binder at the moment. "I'm an art student, so my aesthetic is modern, artistic... nothing too busy or frou-frou."

sweetpinkpixie · 12-18-2019, 03:13 AM

Yes it was....a rather unfortunate topic of conversation and one of the least riveting ones Zachaël had endured from a customer in a while now, but he was also accustomed to catering to whatever topic customers came up with. It was all about the customer service, after all. "So one minute is positively sacrilegious when it comes to tea doctrine," chuckles a little, though has always found his own methods to be sufficient. "Perhaps I am simply too impatient a fellow for tea."

Modern and mimilastic...she was in the entirely wrong binder for that. Or at least far too close to the front of that particular binder to be anywhere close to that aesthetic. "May I?" asked before reaching over, his fingers accidentally brushing against hers, as he flipped through a few pages toward some sample closer to her preference. "An art student though...what genre of art?"

Cassirin · 12-27-2019, 02:11 AM

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Yes it was....a rather unfortunate topic of conversation and one of the least riveting ones Zachaël had endured from a customer in a while now, but he was also accustomed to catering to whatever topic customers came up with. It was all about the customer service, after all. "So one minute is positively sacrilegious when it comes to tea doctrine," chuckles a little, though has always found his own methods to be sufficient. "Perhaps I am simply too impatient a fellow for tea."

Modern and mimilastic...she was in the entirely wrong binder for that. Or at least far too close to the front of that particular binder to be anywhere close to that aesthetic. "May I?" asked before reaching over, his fingers accidentally brushing against hers, as he flipped through a few pages toward some sample closer to her preference. "An art student though...what genre of art?"

Grace actually yawned into her teacup, although it wasn't him that was boring. It was them. Together. Talking about tea and paper. Cute but boring, wasn't it always the way? "I think tea is one of those drinks for the truly patient and exacting. I generally drink black coffee and over priced seltzers, which is why I never sleep and end up covered in clay at 3 am."

She allowed him to take the binder from her, jumping a little when he touched her hand. Boring, but still very cute. No denying that. "I study interior design and architecture, but I dabble in pottery. Some sculpture." Now that he'd pointed her to the right section of the book, Grace did see that the patterns were much more in line with her personal aesthetic. The man had a good idea. "I like your work."

sweetpinkpixie · 01-06-2020, 06:56 AM

Conversation of steeping tea aside, he found his latest patron quite fascinating and appreciated finding another kindred artistic spirit in the sea of people who frequented Diagon Alley. It showed in his gaze and the thoughtful stroking of his well groomed facial hair. "I'm a bit of a nigh owl myself, though can honestly say that I've never found myself covered with clay at 3 am. Wood shavings and wax, however..."

"Pottery," he nodded in praise. "A precise and delicate art, so I've observed. No wonder you are also well versed in the art of tea brewing." He reached over a bit and turned the pages slowly and purposefully, a particular spread in mind but allowing her plenty of time to stop him should she see something she liked in the meanwhile. "There are some lovely terracotta ink swatches and more rustic stylings, something reflective of your interest in poetry if you fancy."

Cassirin · 01-15-2020, 01:49 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Conversation of steeping tea aside, he found his latest patron quite fascinating and appreciated finding another kindred artistic spirit in the sea of people who frequented Diagon Alley. It showed in his gaze and the thoughtful stroking of his well groomed facial hair. "I'm a bit of a nigh owl myself, though can honestly say that I've never found myself covered with clay at 3 am. Wood shavings and wax, however..."

"Pottery," he nodded in praise. "A precise and delicate art, so I've observed. No wonder you are also well versed in the art of tea brewing." He reached over a bit and turned the pages slowly and purposefully, a particular spread in mind but allowing her plenty of time to stop him should she see something she liked in the meanwhile. "There are some lovely terracotta ink swatches and more rustic stylings, something reflective of your interest in poetry if you fancy."

Wood shavings and wax? What an evocative image. Grace tilted her head at him and squinted, imagining him a bit as a Greek god in statue form, emerging from the work material like a flower from the soil. He was practically a work of art already with those cheekbones. "I really don't care that much about tea. You don't have to continue talking about it to suit me."

In fact, if she never talked about tea again, she'd be delighted. "Can I be honest with you?" With the heaviest of dramatic sighs, Grace placed both hands on the book to keep him from turning any more pages. "What time does this place close?"

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