Pax Letale

( How can you tell if an addict is lying? )

Oh, hey there. I'm the new guy in D1. And I actually had a question.

Does anyone know what Pax Letale's policy on pets is?

I guess I should make a better introduction than that.

I'm Luc Haust. I'm 27, an Aquarius, and a professional songwriter. I was born in Reno, Nevada and spent ten years on Lake Tahoe, but then my parents moved to Los Angeles and I've spent the good majority of my life there. I lived in Las Vegas for awhile, but that was kind of just a really extended vacation. I was a dancer in the Los Angeles Contemporary Dance Company for awhile, but that was when I was younger and much more flexible. Hahaha. I still dance, but now it's just for fun.

I lost the love of my life to illness about six months ago. I guess that's why I moved here, because our old place just had too many memories of that.

I like to cook (mostly because I like to eat), I like throwing parties, I love going out, and I like my whiskey neat. For those who aren't familiar with that terminology, it's just a bar term for straight-up. I like my friends neat too. On both levels. I am also a living cliche for saying that I like long walks on the beach and candlelight dinners too, but it wouldn't be a cliche if there weren't people who enjoyed those kind of things.

I'm really bad at this whole thing, so I'd better go before my foot leaps into my mouth. I'll be home for the next couple days getting settled in, so if anyone wants to come help me unpack - well, I'd offer to pay you but that makes it seem like a bribe. Haha. Though I'm not opposed to bribes (I happen to enjoy being bribed, but that could just be me), and I have quite an extensive collection of alcohol and stuff to smoke if anyone is so inclined.

I did not just do that. Jesus H.

Luc.

OH, AND PS: The rumors are true, I will be throwing a moving-in party - though it will technically be a moved-in party, because I can't exactly have a party in my apartment with how it looks right now. But soon. And you are all invited, should you choose to attend. But, believe me, it'll be worth it if you do..

Uhm ... what is up with our elevator?

I'm Kit, just moved in, and I'm pretty sure it's a minor miracle I'm not dead.

Uh, yeah, so I'm Kit, in D5. I'm a computer guy, so if you've any problems, I can solve them for you. If you see me in our nice, sunny lobby it's because the elevator is broken or stuck or something and I'm not about to walk up all those stairs.

Anyway, hi, I guess.

Oh Pieeeerce...

Hey. I don’t actually own a computer, so I’m writing this from a borrowed machine at the library. Comment if you must.

I’m Shae. Just moved into #907. If we ever meet in person, we’ll talk more. Technology is overrated. Period.

uhm i cant find mykeys i thiink i droped them

anyon stil up? i dont want to sleep in the hall

Hello everyone. It looks like Zara did a fine job introducing me, so I'll spare you all the small talk. My name is Navid Arzani. I'll be in D1 when I'm not at work, and I'm looking forward to meeting my new neighbors as time permits. I run a few growing civil and religious rights advocacy organizations, most notably an interfaith education/tolerance program. You'll probably get tired of seeing announcements about our events, but you can ignore those easily enough. For those who don't ignore them, we can always use volunteers. Send me a message whenever you're interested, and we'll find something for you to do.

[Locked to 705]

How are you faring, Brighid? I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier I was going to be your neighbor. Things have been a bit hectic since Zara and I decided to make the move. You'll have to come up and visit when you have a spare moment.

[Locked to T1]

What's this I hear about a dinner party? Let me know what we should bring. I hate showing up somewhere empty handed.

[Locked to P3]

It's been a while. I was sorry to hear about your father's passing. I'd like to stop by when you're available; we have a lot of catching up to do, it seems.

Hello, my name is Ren and I live in room 404. I just moved in a few days ago and I have just started unpacking most of my stuff so I haven't been very social or gotten a chance to use this thing yet. Yet I have already unpacked my games and have played six hours straight on Halo, BUT that is my excuse and I'm sticking with it.

For someone who grew up with electronics, you would think something like this would come second nature, but it just feels a little awkward introducing myself to "the neighborhood" via this thing. It probably would have been a lot stranger to go door to door introducing myself. Yeah, like I would have done that, hahah. Not a girl scout, not selling cookies.

Though I do know a couple of people here from before I officially moved in and here is a special message for one of them: Chris, dude, call me already before I have to stake out your apartment.

I have come to the conclusion that I hate unpacking and I have nothing to eat right now except ramen noodles. It might be a few days before I am able to find my way back out of my apartment long enough to go stock up on things like...food. So does anyone here know of a few good places that deliver and are on the relatively cheap side? Cause man can not live by ramen noodles alone.

That title makes me feel like this is Mrs. Frisby and The Rats of NIMH and I'm Mrs. F. But it was moving day just two days ago. My building was full on condemned for no other reason than... It was about to collapse! Yeah, 'cause that's totally a minor thing. So now that I've gotten my computer set up - as I have no lappy and no cell phone (WOE!) - I can do... things now! So glad my boss gave me time off work even if that means less money.

List of things to do:
1. Sort out wardrobe - Weekend task?
2. Call repair shop - will I have enough for groceries and for a new key/lock combo for the Gremlin?
3. Start a savings jar for a new car - why am I driving a GREMLIN?
4. Practice for work!

Further infos, Hello! I'm Mirza Naji in #402. If my music gets too loud just pound on a wall or bang in the door. Just please don't call the cops.

Also also: Never move boxes in heels. I swear to god, my feet are bruised or something from it. Worst idea EVER. I just like feeling tall...er and having the knowledge that if some horrible person comes chasing me down the street and... I get pinned or something, I have a weapon! Although god forbid I have to run in heels. Can you imagine? Speaking of shoes, anyone know any good shoe websites? I need something in green. If I can afford it after I fix Grem-Grems.

Found: Pair of fancy-looking shoes left in the lobby. They’re black with a spikey kind of heel and strappy things. Not sure if that’s going to help at all? They look pretty new. Oh, and they say YSL on the inside. Should have mentioned that first. I’m assuming that’s a brand and not someone’s initials. Probably should have maybe re-written this, but my delete key’s on the fritz and half of the time it deletes everything I write. No idea why I added that last bit. Can’t delete any of this, damn it. Anyway, yes. So, if you’re missing some shoes even though you’d think they’d stay on your feet or else you’d know they were gone?, I have them in apartment 106. Ask for Evangeline, or Evan, because … that’s my name. I'm new here, so ... come get your shoes. Okay. No, no, Evan. Please. Sound more retarded. Have a nice day!

Hi. This makes me feel like I’m back in AA. Thought I was done with that shit. But Jimbo said he wanted me to start "integrating" back into society, so I guess the internet is better than nothing.

Name’s Charlie - I'm in 701. Here for as long as I have to be, which I’m hoping isn’t long, but I guess we’ll see.

Locked to 503

Please make sure that the "GIRL SAVAGELY BEATEN IN PARK" story is run in tomorrow's paper. I want it in all the papers, and turned into a report on the 6:00 news. I want to include the quotes from the police and from witnesses who heard the screaming. We're inspiring panic and disgust with the assailant here and this is just the beginning of his descent into his own personal hell, courtesy of me.

Thanks, doll! Are you settling into Pax Letale alright?

Locked to 1007

He beat her into a coma. Who beats their sister into a coma?

Oh, right. David's kid. Would love to see how many galleries are actually willing to showcase his art after this.

I hope he rots in jail. And then kills himself so he can rot in Hell instead. He'll be begging for death after I'm through with him

Locked to P3B

I apologize for not getting back in touch sooner, it's been quite hectic as you can imagine. But I really would love to extricate myself from my office and converse with my neighbor. How do you feel about crepes?

Locked to 102

You've been suspiciously quiet lately.

Hi, neighbors. Nice to meet you. I'm the newest reason for all the banging around in the halls. I'm Tyler Nash - yes, that Tyler Nash, for you football fans out there. It won't break my heart if you cheer for another team, though I might have to go cry in my pillow like an emo kid for a while. Anyway, I'm not going to be around much until the season's over, since my coach is an evil bastard who doesn't believe in days off and I'm commuting when I'm not tired enough that I just crash with a teammate. Introduce yourself if you see me around, though, but I'm gonna warn you that I suck with names. And hey, if anyone wants Chargers tickets, I can get you a discount. I kind of have an in.

Okay, just help me ease my mind here. The last time we did hallucinogenic drugs was in the year 1978. You got your head stuck in between the slats of the staircase in Alpha Epsilon Pi's frat house and thought you were caught in the steel grip of a lion's jaws, and I passed out beside you after running around with just a towel on my head because I was the Prince of Persia. Then we resolved never to do them again.

Right?

It's been an interesting week so far.

Does anybody have some tweezers I can borrow?

And maybe a first aid kit?

[just after this, Naea chews on her lip thoughtfully and realizes that maybe, just maybe, having a friendly chat about things over a meal isn't the worst idea...]

[Ringing] She doodles on her notebook in the meantime...

[Visible to 103, 205 and T1 - group]

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Have any of you noticed anything strange tonight? Oh, um, Pierce, meet Casper, and Casper, meet Pierce.

fyi called nurse. prob w/ meds but i am fine. checkup moved up. tomorrow @ 8pm

Dearest Sunshiny Olivia,

My good friend Nate picked the curse of our family Casper your brother up from the airport, at Billy's request, so you can rest assured that he wasn't stranded in LAX for very long. Or you've probably talked to him and worked things out by now, haven't you?

Also, I hope you haven't been frequenting graveyards at night without me. Are you going to be attending that open bar event with the ridiculously loud music? You should call me if you get too drunk to Don't wander off with a slimy STD factory, he'll take you into his apartment for I'd feel better if you became a nun What am I DOING Fuck

Pierce

Might as well get this over with That's right, you son of a bitch, you're not going to intimidate me into hiding or some bullshit

Greetings, residents of Pax Letale. I'm David, the second inhabitant of apartment 603 along with my lovely girlfriend Naea. I was a little slow in getting moved in, I admit it, but I'm here now - and better late than never, right? Anyway, now that I'm all settled I look forward to getting to know my new neighbors and ignoring my ASSHOLE brother who fucking stalked me all the way here. This forum thing is pretty nifty, I gotta say.

Oh, before I forget - is the elevator always such a jerk, or did I just do something to piss it off? The stupid thing hasn't taken me to the right floor once yet. I'm a pretty healthy guy, so I doubt it's trying to subliminally tell me I need to exercise more.