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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.

September 9th, 2011

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[Public From 702]

[info]fireintheforge
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Attention fellow insomniacs:

I've just moved in, I've been stress-baking to avoid finishing my unpacking, and I appear to have accidentally doubled the batch on some chocolate-chip cookies. Please come say hello and pick some up before I eat them all and make myself sick and/or permanently alter the earth's gravitational pull through the expanding size of my ass.

Thanks,
Bea
Room 702

P.S. Right, introductions. Bea Murray, new resident, museum curator/ artist. Seriously, come eat cookies.
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Text Message to Samuel

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Hey Sgt Slaughter, Max and I wanted to talk to you about a couple of things. Can we swing by tonight, or is it too late? If it's too late, when's good?

PS Say hi to your mom for me