Bellum Letale--A Pre-Made Roleplaying Community

{ These messages are posted in the afternoon on Saturday, July 31 }

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How's he doing? Sorry you had to be there on a Friday night, but I really needed this I'll come by in a little bit.

Also, what do you think about this "masquerade" thing? Were you here for the last one? I [...] heard things about the last one.

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I don't even know what to say Do I pretend that it didn't I should have checked on you before but

I'm sorry that I [...] haven't been around. Family emergency, I was in the south for a few days.

[...]

Did you get through the Full Moon okay?

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I saw the message about vampire attacks. Are you okay?

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Hey. I [...] saw somebody asking about you on the forums a little while ago. And with the time traveling and full moon shit, I realized I never [...] asked if you got through it all okay.

Hope you're doing alright.

{ The text is sent in the evening on Friday, after this well-adjusted family evening }

In SC. Just had dinner with the family. Found out they all thought I was a lesbian, and my parents announced me as their "favorite accident" to the rest of the family and Luther, who's here with me. Thought I'd share this with someone that can laugh at it, cause I still can't yet.

( Left on Friday, June 25th )

( A note, hand-written and on lined paper, with watery blots that disturb the ink... )

As much as I'm sure none of us really wants to relive what happened the other day, in the interest of figuring everything out as much as this building will make that possible, you're going to have to humor me. I'm sure it'll be of great interest to a lot of you, anyway, to know exactly what's happened, what you missed, and what your currently-hospitalized loved ones may have gone through.

What I know so far is that people have gone to Chicago, early 1929; Russia, 1917; and France, likely 1789. I know that people have gotten hurt, sometimes badly, because of this. If you could say where you went, what you saw, what you did because I've been doing some research and I'm seeing things that aren't right, so I'm curious as to what the hell you all did, and who you were with, and if they were hospitalized or not, I'll compile a list and send it out later if everyone's interested. If anybody has anything complied already, I'd like a look at it.

If you don't want other people to know, just send it to me privately and I'll be sure to credit you as 'anonymous'. I can keep secrets, unlike some people. And don't complain at me about probing too deep into anything and being a nosy bastard. It's pointless, this is helpful, and complaining isn't going to change anything.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, disregard this. If you have no idea what I'm talking about and you're new to this building, nice to meet you. I suggest you move out as soon as possible.

{Posted around 10:30 the morning after they get back}

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How's your back? Were you able to sleep okay? And before you ask, I'm just fine.

I'm going to be gone for about 3 days. Luther's car is down in Florida, and I'm going with him to get it. I just have to get the fuck out of here for a little bit Would you mind keeping an eye on Zeph for me? If you aren't feeling up to it, don't say you'll do it, I'll just find somebody else.

I'll have my cell on me. [#cell phone number goes here] Let me know how you're doing.


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You make it back okay, Not-Hugh-Jackman?

Ginger ale was in fact invented by a doctor. However, I'm fairly certain that more than one party was involved in the act of its purloining; thus, let us then say that it was naively conspired. Purloined!? Why, yes. All ideas are stolen from the realm of the-not-yet-known. Inevitably, each idea is thrown into a mess of plenty of ideas, of which is called reality. Where it is then evidently carbonated and shuffled with ginger, madagascan vanilla, star anise, and other like spices which are subtle, yet bring out the poignant monologue of the stomach easing ginger ale blend.

What I mean to say, is that mostly anything created by doctors is in fact safe, drinkable, and often edible. For the respect of the brain-children of science, I indulge in medicine. Why don't you? I have a prescription. There's a cold going around. Does anyone have a cold? The sniffles? The wiffles? Feeling unlike yourself? I can help. I'm very helpful and thoughtful. My moon is in Pisces.

nOW FOR MY NEXt trick, I'll need a volunteer--don't fret folks!

... The last one only spent two weeks in the ICU ...

sHOULD i SEE you and feel you may be needing some yourself, I'll do well to suggest for your sake. My observation skills are as astute, impeccable, and infallible as Galileo. I will be able to tell if you have an ailment requiring cough medicine. Of course, my opinion and kindness are all given through the abundance and goodness of my heart, whereas that wretched doctor would tell the world that HE invented ginger ale ALONE and by HIMSELF! For this my face is sad for you.

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My name is Esme Grigore.

There is no need to explain to me the nature of this place - I know it well enough, and the changes in it have already been told to me by my sister in 1203. I have also been told that, on the full moon night several months ago, she was harmed.

I would like to say, just to be clear, that if anyone sees fit to do her harm again, on a full, waxing, waning, or new moon, they will have me to reckon with.

That aside.

Reading the tarot is my business, and you'll find my readings more accurate than your average new age street woman with a veil and a deck of new cards that she thinks make her qualified. If you would like to schedule a reading, you need only contact me.

I would like to settle here with a minimum of trouble. Leave me be, and I will do the same for you. you know who you are

( Left outside 307 )

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You get through the full moon alright, Captain?

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Thanks for the supplies, Llama King. They helped a lot.

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Thanks for getting Javert to stop shooting. The noise was giving me a headache.

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I think you should learn some of 204's vampire jokes.

Van Helsing could tell one right before he stakes Dracula all dramatic-like.

[The sound of furious banging against a heavy surface, followed by a series of snarls and words spoken in Romanian before he switches to English]

Who dares attempt to imprison Count Dracula? I have been tolerant of your inferior species for far too long - these walls cannot hold me forever, and when I am free, whoever is responsible for this will beg for death when I find them.

[The heavy sound of footsteps as he begins to pace back and forth] All of you will rue the day you crossed me, and this building will be mine, for you are merely mortal and I am superior; I will rule this pitiful place and destroy all who stand in my way.

[A pause] Mina, where are you? I can sense you, but these infernal walls will not yield.

[Some rustling is heard, a bit of harried scratching in the background. There's a bit of uneven breathing, and finally a female voice.] Hello? Is this on? Shit, I don't even know if I have a microphone. [The sound falls out for a moment before coming back, unsteady.] Okay. Okay, I think I found something that looks like a microphone. I think.

Whatever. Look, am I the only one that is suddenly trapped? I can't open my door or window, and I'm not sure if this is just some prank my friend is pulling or- [A loud pounding is heard in the background, followed by the sound of a chair being pushed back.] Just a sec, some asshole's making noise. [The female voice gets a bit softer, suggesting that the woman has moved away from the microphone.] What the fuck is going on in there? Luther?

[the voice is a near bark] OPEN UP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW. WHY IS IT THAT EVERY DOOR HERE IS LOCKED?

[there is more banging, a mutter which can't quite be made out]

( Wherein guns are shot and people yell. )

{ Posted maybe 10 minutes after Joanie's group leaves their room }


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Weird shit happened like Katya said.

You alright?

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Did decking out your ship help you at all, Captain?

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I just spent nearly 2 hours watching Dracula sniff blood.

Please tell me your night has been better.

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How has the king been on this strange night?

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Fuck it.

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I heard that New York has great bars. Want to find one? I need a fucking drink.

R1

should at least ask, i did promise Did you and Ella get through the moon safely?

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How are you holding up?

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Rosalie, we need to talk about making sure you're somewhere safe. Did you make it through the moon alright?

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what do i even

I'm sorry.

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Any luck last night?

I need to talk to you. Can you stop by when you have a chance?

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Hey. So, I'm not entirely sure why I'm feeling compelled to air my dirty laundry, but I'm sure everyone has heard by now that Lena moved out. Or left me. Or both. I'm...Anyway, there are rumors here and there about who she's keeping company with. I don't know the gory details and right now I don't really want to know.

I just...With everyone talking about the full moon and everything that's coming our way, I will probably need your help. I realize that I can't control what Lena Kelly does or who she wants to spend her time with. But sooner or later she's going to be Mina Harker and she's going to need my help, and if I'm going to help her I'm going to need your help. If you want to stop by for coffee or a beer or something, maybe we can talk. I'm free all the time because I'm also unemployed.

Hey. This is Joanie, the person that did your tattoo.  I looked up Van Helsing on that stupid list and found

I remember you said you were Van Helsing, and what with all this weird full moon stuff going on, I just thought I'd ask you something. Well, two things.

First thing. Should I be carrying around a stake or something? Because if that Dracula guy is really dangerous...I really don't wanna end up some fanged blood-slut.

Second thing.  If you ever need any stakes or crosses or anything, let me know.  I can make them for you.  You see, I'm the Wicked Witch of the West in addition to being green, I picked up magic. Somehow. Don't ask. But long story short, I can do this stuff, and I thought you wouldn't burn me on a pyre might be able to use the help.

I must admit, this is the first time I've ever seen an apartment building have their own forum. Quite useful. Unusual, but useful.

I've just moved in last week, so you'll have to pardon my ignorance about the goings on here. And to that fellow who tripped over the yowling creature I call Sylvie, I must apologise. I wish I could assure you that she meant no harm in tripping you up and causing that fall down the stairs, but honestly, I can't do that. She's a feisty little hellcat and enjoys being appeased with copious amounts of those treats that come in a can. What can I say. She's no gourmet.

But enough about my cat. I'm Oliver Van der Meer. Feel free to drop on by if you're ever inclined. I'd love to get to meet some of my neighbors.