Pax Letale

I hate this. No, seriously. I hate this. I don't think I've ever even really hated anything in my life. Not seriously.

I'm two steps...okay, maybe less than two steps even, from dropping out so this pile of books stops mocking me. I could make a fort out of them instead. In the middle of the living room.

Though I guess it would be harder to hide from these damned things if I'm eating Cheez-Its in a fortress made of them. Damn it.



...Why does homework have to be so hard to do? Who has the time to pay attention to

Sometimes, it's far too easy to forget about these forums. Are any of you using them that regularly?

Didn't think so.

I believe 'tourist' has become a curse word. You'd think that with the economy and everyone worrying and whatnot, they wouldn't be arriving...but have any of you noticed numbers of up? (And by you, I mean my fellow Disney people. You know who you are. Am I forgetting something? Eh. Who cares?) People finally are getting some sense knocked into them and relaxing. Nice change.

Except they seem to forget that once they walk into the park doors. Weird, huh? You know what they say about people who complain. ...Or you should know the fable of Rain or Sunshine. No one's going to end up happy. So, suck it and enjoy your vacation you spent several thousand dollars on.

As for me? I won't even beg you for a tip. You should know better. ♥ Me, a hypocrite? I have no idea what you're talking about.

Hello, all. I am Emmanuel Faucon and I have just moved into room 101. I look forward to meeting all of you.

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Also, is anyone extremely allergic to peanuts?

[Locked to 201 and 301]

Was that okay? Devin, did you start this? It sounds like some of your internet protocol, to introduce yourself before you have even met people. Dinner is at 7 and we are celebrating. N a wè pita.

Okay. You know how I said we needed to have a barbecue? And then didn't have it? I got my schedule so we're doing it this week. Saturday. Starts at 7, ends whenever the fuck we all get off the beach. The next Sunday is the 4th so we'll be beating all the douchebags to the good spots and if you want to bring fireworks, be my goddamn guest. If everybody is going to be missing that weekend to go home and do family shit I GUESS we can fix a new date. Otherwise this is how I'm celebrating the 4th. And also not working.

Hey, person who said they'd bring the food. You still up for that? And person who said you'd cook only if I was NICE and SMILED, you still gonna cook if I play nice?

Hey, Pax pals! So you've probably noticed that I haven't been blasting my music as much lately. That's because I haven't been around. I've been at the gym, training!

On July 8, I'll be fighting Harry Barnard (or Bee-Sting Barnard, if you follow boxing) just a few blocks from the building. If anybody wants to come, I can snag free tickets for great seats, as well as entrance to the VIP rooms right before the fight. If you've never been to a boxing match and want to see what it's like, let me know! I promise it'll be a lot of fun and you'll get to see me pound Harry's ass until it's a wad of cookie dough and hey, the VIP rooms have free food. ;)

FUCK THE WEEKEND. JESUS CHRIST. I should never hate Saturday and Sunday as much as I hate Monday, for fuck's sake.

How many of you here work at the parks? I know there's at least a few of you. We need to have like a barbecue or something on the beach sometime, chill with beer, bitch about how much we hate our jobs, throw rocks at seagulls. I'm not bringing any food, though, and somebody else has to cook because giving me a hand at a barbecue is a bad fucking idea, trust me. I've got a couple spare six packs around to donate. Who's with me?

Okay people, who's showing up to Simon's art gallery show? We need a crowd there. Building solidarity, and stuff.

He'll be my new mascot.

( Snuffleheffalump. )

And just when I'd started to wonder how I was going to manage an entire summer of classes, life just throws herself at me.

Now if only that were literal. Hmm...I wonder what Life would look li--

OH RIGHT. Hello to what I'm sure are my very charming not-so-roommates. Floormates? Building-mates? Needs a new word there, "neighbor" sounds far too...Sesame Street. Whatever. I'm Dorian, I just moved in on the third floor, and I might have been tempted to say I wanted to apologize in advance for the noise...

But I'm really not sorry. In any case, you'll learn to love it~

Okay, I didn't get a chance to do this yesterday, so I'm Chris. I like loud movies, loud music, and not being woken up early on my very fucking rare days off, so if you've got a problem with any of that, buy earplugs and don't drop shit on my ceiling.

okay now what the fuck else do i say OH YEAH The rusted silver piece of shit Civic out in the parking lot? Mine. Scratch it, dent it, shove it into the street, whatever, and I run you over. Got it? Good.

[After several men begin work in #103, tearing out the carpet and replacing it with hardwood, putting in new cupboards and setting up to replace countertops and some similar bathroom upgrades. They play Top 40 hits pretty loudly, and along with the sound of buzz saws and male conversation, stray notes escape out of the windows out in every direction.]

Sorry about the ruckus.

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Thanks, these are really great.

Sup y'all.

I'm Dev Ng in 201. I'm moving in. Yes, that's my hatchback with the Alliance sticker on the rear window. I understand I am double parked, but idgaf cause I'm moving milk crates filled with crap.

I'm not a quiet neighbor, sry2say. But I have more copies of various versions of Star Wars than anyone in a tri-state area.

Hello, new neighbors. My name is Moana, and I live [...] upstairs from all of you, I think. I will do my best to be a quiet neighbor, but in the next couple of weeks I will start getting some visitors. Don't concern yourselves with them, it's a business matter and it's best to just not worry about it. I'm sure I will meet some of you over the next few days, as I'm overseeing the moving of my furniture, so feel free to say hello, if you'd like.

I'm afraid I've come off as being unfriendly. I promise that's untrue, it's just so hard to be anything but impersonal over the internet. Face to face, I promise I'm much, much nicer.

Hello! Well, isn’t this clever. I’ve never heard of other places having a building-wide forum – now you can technically meet people twice, or just once if you opt for one or the other. I don’t mind either way, personally; if you don’t want to meet me in person, I won’t be offended, but if you do then that’s fine too.

I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Sarah in 207, and I’m still in the process of dragging boxes up, so please excuse the possible mess in the second-floor hallway. By the way, does anyone know of any places to buy plants around here? I’m afraid mine didn’t cope too well with travelling. They don't cope too well with much of anything, actually... not anymore

Here’s a story for you.

( There once was a king who was tremendously intelligent )

…And I suppose you’re wondering why I told this story. That’s simple. The person who can tell me the best one as to where they're from and why they're here, gets a dinner on me and a story from myself. It can be as non-sensical and unreal as you like.

Hi, everybody! Why is talking to people on the internet more intimidating than talking to them in real life? I'm Riley Hollow and I just got here. If you hear a lot of noise on the third floor, don't worry. The building isn't coming down. I'm just trying to rearrange my furniture, and it's being really stubborn.

Oh, that reminds me! Does anybody know what the policy is about putting in fixtures here? Because I have this great hanging punching bag that I'd love to install in my place, but it would need to be bolted in and I don't know if that's considered to be some kind of vandalism or not. If I have to I'll get one of the standing kind, but they don't move the right way.

Anyway, if anybody needs any help moving in - I've seen so many cars and trucks outside, it's crazy - just give me a shout out in 303! I'm happy to help out my new neighbors. :)

They can't seriously think we want to

Just because we live in a building together does not mean we can be fri

Fine. Whatever. Let's just get this over wi

Hi. Just moved in. Second floor. I'd say you should mind the boxes and noise if there were any, but there isn't. Alas.

If you're in the market for some original art, hit me up. Just ask for Simon.

And. If there's any other reason you should need me, just knock. I'm usually around.

might as well make some attempt to be social

It's a new day.

My name's Roy. I, like everyone else, obviously, am a new resident in this freshly finished building.

Buildings like this one, that get remodeled and then opened to the public, make me wonder about the people living in them. Do they come for the history, or the clean surfaces over the history?

Something to think about.