Bellum Letale--A Pre-Made Roleplaying Community

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I hope you liked what was in the box I left outside your door. ((OOC: Bam!)) I'm [...] sorry there are so many. O_O I tend to bake when I'm freaked out or otherwise avoiding my fucked up life Do you have a minute?

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I figured out who you were through good old fashioned forum stalking. My name is Gabrielle. I think we [...] met? the night of the full moon. But um I just ugh, this is weird wanted to see how you were doing?

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I'm sorry, I figured out your room number via forum stalking as well. I seem to be doing that a lot lately. I'm Gabrielle. I don't think we've been introduced, per se. But I was wondering if everything was okay after she the witch Glinda left?

My name is Lily. I've just moved in myself. Strangely enough, I was also pulled away to Russia... and then to the hospital...

I have some family members in the building, but I've lost my list of contacts when I was syncing my phone last night. Something to do with the SIM card. Probably more to do with me. :( Here's hoping that they're able to read this. I'd rather not have to knock on every door in the building asking which room they're in, or seeing if that's their door. Which I will have to, if that's my last resort--let this be my courtesy apology in advance if so for bothering you. ;) And yes, I should have it all memorized by heart, you're right, but technology makes me rely on it to be my memory. Now it's my amnesia. :(

I'm originally from here, but moved to San Francisco for a long while to finish school. I've been back here for a few years performing in theatre, until mine closed down. That's what lead me to Bellum.

Let's see, some facts about me... that aren't too revealing.

Thanks for having me. :)

[Early morning on the 19th, after talking to Nick.]

This might seem a bit abrupt, but thanks to the insanity of the building, I've got an issue I need help with. Down on the first floor, a girl lives with her two brothers probably illegally. She was badly hurt during the travels and as a result, her brothers are alone. One of her friends is staying with them, but I think some help might be necessary.

I have to head out of town but will be back on Thursday at the latest - but if any of you are in a position to help, even as an emergency contact for them, I'd appreciate it. If you're not in a postion to - I understand. This last week hasn't been kind to any of us.

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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

[After catching up on the building dramatics via the forums]

It does not concern me, what anyone thinks they are or who they believe they turn into when moon mother is full and heavy in the sky. I have a spear and many knives, and I do not mind using them if anyone turns their anger on me. There is talk of powers also, yes? I can open all of your doors if I wish it. I recommend staying away from mine.

I much prefer bluntness to false, friendly introductions. I do not want to sleep with your women, and I do not want to steal your things. Your politics and dramas, they do not concern me. If I play my music too loudly, I recommend the purchase of ear plugs.

[After this.]

Here goes nothing

Most of you are likely already aware of this, but for those of you that aren't, this building seems to be outside the scope of the law. The police aren't going to help us, and I'm sure some of you have noticed that anything reported to them concerning residents of Bellum is ultimately ignored or forgotten about. This is, obviously, not acceptable. We may be ignored by the city's law enforcement but that does not mean that any of us are above the law. There are people here who have broken the law and others who will do so in the future, so we need a way to ensure that justice still prevails.

Thus, the point of this post: Micah and I have decided that our best plan of action is to set up a tribunal to deal with issues that arise in the building. This tribunal will be made up of five people, and they will be elected. Every resident of the building is allowed one vote, which will be cast anonymously, and the five people with the most votes will make up the tribunal.

I ask that everyone votes for someone whom they believe will be fair and unbiased, preferably without their own ulterior motives or vendettas that may impair their judgment. Also, please don't vote for yourself. This is a serious matter, and I hope that you're all committed to a fair and democratic tribunal. This is not meant to be vigilante justice, but a way to make sure that everyone is safe and those who break the law - which still applies to all of us - are allowed a fair trial to determine the appropriate consequences for their actions.


[...]

You're all probably wondering why now, and there's a good answer for that. One of our residents, Aaron Jacobson, was murdered about a month ago. His body was found buried in the catacombs, and the police investigation into his death is pretty much nonexistent.

We have reason to believe that Trenton in P4 murdered Aaron. Lacking any real police presence, Micah and I arrested him on charges of both murder and rape sorry Boyd and he's currently being held in a safe place pending a trial. This is why the tribunal needs to be set up as quickly as possible. Just because law enforcement has forgotten about us doesn't mean we should stand by and let murderers walk free do nothing. This likely won't be the last time we deal with something like this, either.

Any questions, comments or concerns can go here; while a separate post will follow for voting purposes. Let's see how long it takes for people to complain

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I know we've never met, but Micah needs you down in the catacombs. He needs you to make a cell for Trenton, somewhere to keep him until the trial.

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I think I'm going to need your legal expertise.

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I'm sorry if this seems a little forward, but I noticed that you mentioned in your introduction post that you work for a law firm. Would you be willing to help with this trial in a legal context?

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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.

{ Posted early Saturday afternoon }

A little internet forum, isn't this cute? I wonder if this is the kind of thing my assistant was telling me about - lol cats or something. Are we supposed to type normally, or badly here?

Hello, everybody. My name is Brian - I just moved in on the third floor yesterday. These apartments are really nice here. I wonder why the rent is so reasonable. Do we have cockroaches?

Is this where I talk about myself? I'm a dentist - been practicing for about 15 years now. I tend to work long hours, and I get up pretty early, so to the people on the third floor - don't be surprised if you hear me coming and going at weird hours. I'm on call most weekends for dental emergencies. Which reminds me - if anybody has a tooth problem, please don't hesitate to contact me. I promise I'm nothing like that guy from Little Shop of Horrors.

That's about it for me. I look forward to meeting all of you.

- Brian

[Posted Friday Afternoon.]

I'm not going to go and just say I was

Jesus.

Too tired for this

I'm looking for Ella, Rapunzel, and John.

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And anyone who wants to know about sparkling vampires.

[Posted about 2 hours before sunrise.]

[There's a bit of silence before her voice begins. It's clearly tired, though she tries to hide her exhaustion with a wry tone.]

To all the people who are still awake - there's probably like two of you - let's play a game.

[She takes a long pause, trying to collect her thoughts.]

Let's hear what tonight has taught us all. If you learned anything, put it here. [She laughs, the sound tapering out into a whisper.] Make it good.

[A couple hours before sunrise]

So who wants to get breakfast after this? Because I'm pretty sure getting drunk isn't an option at this hour. If we do brunch right, we can get mimosas.

(As a direct result of this.)

[Mumbling] I cannot believe I am actually doing this...

[Louder] Um, excuse me? P3? [Audibly deep breath] How's the sparkling going?

[Clicks off very quickly]

I'm searching for the Other Beauty. I'd like to speak to her please, if anyone knows her whereabouts.

Also, I normally don't socialize within the building, as I'm generally confined above-stairs for the duration of my time here, but I was curious if anyone else feels rather disappointed with this turn of events? We have limited time here, after all, and now we are all incarcerated as well?

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[Hopefully] Are you out there still?

[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.

I would like to speak with the person responsible for my incarceration.

[The rustling of skirts as she settles in front of it and then hysterical pleading] 

Please? Somebody - anybody  - Erik, please, let me out - please, please, please let me out - where's Meg? She didn't do anything - please, please, Erik, let me out - unlock the doors, please. Let me explain, please.

[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. )

[ Group lock to 1203A, 1204, 1104A, 802, 706, 401, 605, R1, 202 ]

Okay, so the "first floor panic room" idea is a go. Luther and I will be starting set-up really soon so we can get this ready for the moon.

Now in the interest of "Going Green," I am giving you all the opportunity to help the environment at the same time as we keep the crazies in Bellum from eating each other. I need materials, and I can use pretty much anything. Cardboard boxes, old papers, newspaper, bottles, cans, whatever. Packing peanuts work. Basically anything that isn't rancid or decomposing.

If you have some junk you want to get rid of, bring it down to 109 on the first floor. I'll be there in about an hour and will probably be there the entire time between then and the full moon. Bring a can of coke with every donation and I might love you a little bit.

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And if anybody asks what you're doing, please say you're just taking out the trash.

Thanks.

- Your Friendly Supplier

Group lock to 706, 1203A, 1204, 1104A, 802, 703, 706, 401, 605, R1
A few additions to this list from the last time, based on recent group happenings, but the moon is getting close. I don't think we're going to have time for a full-blown building protection plan at this point. Are we comfortable with something quicker? Can we get any way to restrain the doors of existing units for everyone?

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Tomorrow good to assemble the skel Aaron?

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We need to talk. Man-to-man.