Pax Letale

I kicked a hole through one of the side doors just to hit another door, that should not be possible, I'm getting out of this goddamn building if I have to blow up the side of it.

The walls on the 8th floor seem to be weaker, the fuck is up with that as well.

[OOC: Jayati could have been witnessed as the morning went on storming through the building becoming increasingly agitated, and yes, punching holes in walls, bigger and worse ones on the eighth floor where she lingered because it reminded her of her mother. Anyone who saw her would have been very confused at the conflict of expressions on her face.</i>]

Anyone want the jar of honey left on my door as what I'm guessing is an April Fools joke? I'm about ten years past eating food found in strange places from persons unknown on good days. Sorry to disappoint.

Good find though, you can't exactly find this shit at dollar general--wanna know how I know that? I can read the label, fuckwad.

[Backdated to April 1st]

I've been trying to get a little project off the ground and it's FINALLY HAPPENING.

Starting Monday, March 6, self-defense instruction will be hosted in the gym on the ground floor. Only tenants can attend for now. Talk to Stephan if you have an issue with that, WHAT is his DEAL Maxine Petrie will be your friendly neighborhood instructor. Consider this post an informal sign-up sheet and AMA as we try to gauge interest, but if you DON'T sign up and later decide you want to come, stop by anyway! Class will begin at 7 p.m. sharp. (If you're late, you get to be Max's sparring partner for the first round.)