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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.

November 29th, 2011

[info]godsinthewater
[info]paxletale
[info]godsinthewater
[info]paxletale

[ Pubic from P2 ]

[info]godsinthewater
[info]paxletale
What an odd way to make one's presence known. You begin, I suppose, with the basics. My name is Alexander Dahlin. You may have read some of my work already. Inane novels, mostly, of no use to anyone. People are just throwing money around these days; write a book, make a million. Own a pretty face, you're a movie star. Strange world. And this? Well, I've certainly never lived in a building like this, and with such a ridiculously strange grand, useful form of communication. No doubt it will prove to be a pain in my ass wonderful way to get to know each and every one of you. Given my profession, I've quite an extensive personal library. Do feel free to contact me at any point if you're interested in perusing it. I only ask that you return whatever you borrow in the pristine condition it was left to you. It's only polite, after all, and friendships are based on mutual trust. Or so I've heard.

Having only moved in this weekend, I'm still getting used to the lay of the land. Does anyone know of a good tailor? Highly underutilized commodity in this day and age. Gentleman really should pay more attention to the little details in life.

Due to my nocturnal habits, please avoid knocking on my door during what would be considered normal hours. I enjoy the night and sleep through the mornings. An interruption to my sleep can be overlooked, however, if you bear gifts of alcohol or delectable thighs. Lastly, please, for the love of all that is holy, only refer to be as Alexander (or Mr. Dahlin, if you're the formal sort). I simply cannot stomach responding to Alex or any version of an obnoxious nickname.

Happy holidays, though they have passed us by already.
[info]godsinthewater
[info]paxletale
[info]godsinthewater
[info]paxletale

[ Text to Michael ]

[info]godsinthewater
[info]paxletale
Enjoyed our morning foray into alcohol, my friend. Waitress (the pretty blonde one with fantastic calves and an awkward smile) asked about you when I came in later in the evening. Have you found a replacement for Zombie #1?
[info]crippled_god
[info]paxletale
[info]crippled_god
[info]paxletale

[individually locked]

[info]crippled_god
[info]paxletale

[locked to #902]

I had several nightmares about enormous snakes invading my apartment. I hope you realize I’m placing sole blame upon you. I cannot, however, blame you for the fact that they were all wearing hats. That came a little out of the blue.

[locked to #605]

Would the pair of you like to be my friends since we're neighbours or is the effort too great? I don't require a lot of attention but I understand if

So....you provide baked goods?

 


[info]immortalruin
[info]paxletale

[info]immortalruin
[info]paxletale

[Public from P1]


[info]immortalruin
[info]paxletale
PARTY
P1 and P2 would like to formally invite you to a Penthouse party this Friday, December 2nd at 9 p.m. Anyone and everyone from Pax is invited. It will take place in both penthouses just because we can. Come for all the free alcohol you can drink, because after all, you only have to stumble home down a flight of stairs or two.