Bellum Letale Logs

Who: Joss, Oliver, Nina, and Sherri (and anyone who wants to join in)
What: Vampire Recovery Co.
Where: 205
When: Morning of the 27th
Warnings: Not much?

( In which we pretend something non-Twilight related is here for the cut text. )

Who: Lily & Oliver.
What: En route to elsewhere, Lily fatefully discovers the odd, impolite nature of the elevator and its hiccups.
Where: The elevator, and then maybe the hall. Maybe the lobby.
When: Afternoon.

( All lacy and spattered with blood. )

Who: Vlad and Oliver
What: An unexpected run-in that is not at all awkward
Where: The lobby/elevator
When: Friday afternoon
Warnings: None?

( The building had a really sick sense of humor )

Who: Oliver and Will.
What: Well royal kitchens don't tend to themselves!
Where: The palace kitchen.
When: Post clothes gathering and temporarily hiding out.
Warnings: Will swears. Unless either of them decide to knife a random worker it shan't be any harsher than that.
Notes: Since it says "kitchen/dining workers" they may randomly appear on the floor from time to time depending on the angry French yelling. Just a heads up for anyone who will be in the dining area on the second night.

( He snuck away, boots and all outside into the bitter cold. )

Who: Joanie, Oliver, and Aiden
What: Movie night.
Where: 703
When: Sunday evening.
Warnings: Movie commentary?

( real research is done through hours of reading and studying with a highlighter practically jammed halfway up your nose, not through getting drunk and watching bad movies. )

Who: Oliver and Miksa
What: Apparently they will be standing on a fountain. Oliver thinks this crazy.
Where: The park
When: Saturday Afternoon
Warnings: Silliness? TBD.


( And we shout our fears to the moon, bleeding our hearts dry under its silver light. )

Who: Luther and Joanie (and is open)
What: Setting up the panic room
Where: 109, with the possibility of caffeine/supply runs
When: Tuesday night through to Thursday
Warnings: Sleep deprivation, silliness, swearing, and hard work.
Notes: Everybody that was tagged in Joanie's group lock about supplies is welcome to stop by whenever. Threads within this log are marked by time and day for the convenience of everybody that wants to come in.

( Rome wasn't built in a day, but they say that Athena jumped fully formed out of her father's head. )

The plaque on the wall says:

All hands on deck, the lion and fish
but not one finger for girl with the wish
to simply go home. A seance will make
free men of you all, if you undertake
to summon a spirit that will mean your freedom
you must each spell the name of one passed to death's kingdom.

A Victorian parlor with a table in the center. The furnishings are all in dark red and blue velvet, with the windows covered by curtains that will not move. It is a lush, if musty room, full of the scent of fresh incense. On the table in the center there is a Ouija board.

( Directions. )

WHO: Helena and Oliver
WHAT: Neighborhood Watch! It brings people together.
WHERE: First the lobby, and then around.
WHEN: Tonight/Tomorrow, a little before 2:40 a.m.
WARNINGS: None?

( Helena hadn’t quite recognized the name of her partner for the evening’s watch. )

Who: Vlad, Helena, Kiki, Aiden, Oliver, and Pete!
What: A confrontation + transformation log
Where: The third floor
When: Just before dawn, after this
Warnings: TBD

Who: Oliver Van der Meer and Aiden Shephard
What: A meeting of minds
Where: Oliver's apartment, #605
When: Tonight
Warnings: None so far


( The healthy man does not torture others. Generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers. )

Who: Oliver and Aiden
What: Old acquaintances meet for a long and surely informative chat.
Where: Joy Yee
When: Saturday afternoon
Warnings: Occult nerdtalk.

( i'm not crazy, just proud. )

Who: Ben and Oliver.
What: Oliver is a jerk. Doctor and patient reunited, baaaw. Chatting.
Where: #605.
When: The day after Oliver's intro post.
Warnings: Explosions. Prostitutes. Black market organ dealing. Murder. Converting Oliver's apartment in to a meth lab. Spraypainting small animals. (read: no warnings)

( you're going to be sorely disappointed if you click this expecting anything even half as epic as that fake warning field. )