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At Pax Letale, an awakening has begun. As these gods rediscover themselves and each other, the seemingly invisible but ubiquitous management tracks each of them quite closely, and the very building itself seems to have an agenda of its own. And as the gods made humans in their own image - or humans made them in theirs - so will the the behavior of the people of Pax turn as dark as their deities. Blood, strife, sex, petty plots, torture - even murder will wind their ways into Pax Letale.

October 4th, 2010

[info]arzani
[info]paxletale
[info]arzani
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Public from D1-A

[info]arzani
[info]paxletale
Clearly nothing manufactured by Glade is going to get rid of the smell on our floor, so I'm politely turning to my neighbors. I'll pay anyone who can bring anything - candles, incense, etc - to D1 that will cover this reeking mess. Obviously you're also welcome to as much of this alcohol as you can cart back to your floor. I believe it's honey mead?
[info]whiskey_jack
[info]paxletale
[info]whiskey_jack
[info]paxletale

[Public from #305]

[info]whiskey_jack
[info]paxletale
Hey, neighbors! Jack Mallory here, the new occupant of apartment 305 so no need to call the cops. I'm an actor, I've done mostly tv work and some commercials. Some of you may know me better as Jack Daniels, the "rock-n-roll" comic at The Comedy Store on Thursdays. I got connections all over Hollywood, so let me know if there's anything you want to see and I'll hook you up. Anything for my fellow Pax Letale denizens!

So does anyone know what's up with this place? It didn't look like this when I was here a few weeks ago. Far be it from me to look a gift upgrade in the mouth and it BETTER be free, there's no fucking way I'm paying for it, but it looks like a film set or something. If it is, I'm going to kill my agent. Really nice work. The Egyptian tomb thing in the lobby is FUCKING CREEPY a particularly festive touch.

Anyway, I think I'm going to explore the rest of the place, check out the scenery. Especially of the female variety. Maybe I'll run into some of you ladies. Ciao, babes!

[info]sweetwaterkill
[info]paxletale

[info]sweetwaterkill
[info]paxletale

Hello from #802


[info]sweetwaterkill
[info]paxletale
I’m not really one for these types of communities. I don’t even have a Twitter as nothing really interesting happens in my life. I don’t even have any private thoughts I want to lock away. That’s what paper journals are for after all. Perhaps I should introduce myself at least. My name is Dorcas Carrigan and I help sell used and rare antique books. My boss is a mercenary in the book business, cheating and practically stealing when he can. I can likely get anything you could possibly ask for.

That’s about all I have other than the building does not at all look like it did when I looked at my apartment though the whole native American thing on my floor is pretty cool. The feathery headdresses are very pretty.

Sylvia Plath – Admonition )

[info]sugar_cycle
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[info]sugar_cycle
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[Text to Lia]


[info]sugar_cycle
[info]paxletale
Hon, as the classiest lady I know, how do you politely deal with the arrival of the biggest Jerk you've ever met?