Pax Letale

Who the hell was up here last night spilling peoples' secrets? Like. This isn't cool.

And what the hell happened on my floor?

This place is like. Definitely weird AF.

It's been over two hours since I tried to leave this morning for my jog and after attempting for a third time to pick the locks open the lobby doors, I admit that I am getting nowhere. And when I say nowhere, I quite literally mean nowhere. At least the travels up and downstairs have been interesting.

If you're not a.) in a sugar coma or b.) neck deep in a rabbit's fruitful offerings, care to help me out a little with explanations? There's an uneaten, golden Cadbury egg waiting as a prize if you do help me--let's make a trade. Information for chocolate, what could be better?

- P. Chapman

I kicked a hole through one of the side doors just to hit another door, that should not be possible, I'm getting out of this goddamn building if I have to blow up the side of it.

The walls on the 8th floor seem to be weaker, the fuck is up with that as well.

[OOC: Jayati could have been witnessed as the morning went on storming through the building becoming increasingly agitated, and yes, punching holes in walls, bigger and worse ones on the eighth floor where she lingered because it reminded her of her mother. Anyone who saw her would have been very confused at the conflict of expressions on her face.</i>]

Chris--

Do you want anything from anyone while this lock down is in place? People are in a panic and I can't leave, might as well not waste it.

I'll be traveling upstairs within the hour, in an effort to see what else I've missed on floors that are distinctly not mine.

I'm currently lacking tequila and tacos, but given our locked-in situation, I hope you'll forgive me. Grocery shopping has been next to impossible.

If you can spare a minute, I'd like to follow up on that date offer. Now seems as good a time as any.

- P. Chapman