Pax Letale

We need to talk I've got some bad news for you, kid

Got a minute? I need to talk to you, preferably in person.

OK

NO

IT IS PAST MIDNIGHT AND I

HAVE A 6 A.M. INTERVIEW

YOU GUYS ARE NOT KEEPING ME UP WITH THE SCREAMING AGAIN

MAY I INTRODUCE DANIELA CIIN

TO THE FAIR FOLK OF PAX

ENJOY



LEARN

TO

RESPECT

YOUR

NEIGHBORS

Look, consider this extra doctor training, but I need you to check my vitals or maybe just my blood pressure. I could have sworn I just saw a giant head in my closet and Lucas, that is exactly the complete opposite of what I need to see when I open the closet door.

No pun intended. Help out an old friend? I'm too young to be losing my sanity.

1. Who the hell stole my blueberries?

2. Who the hell was chewing on my couch legs?

JFC, what is wrong with this place and the people in it? Seriously. Like. Just TELL me if you want some food. I'm not that selfish that you need to steal from me.

So I got two questions.

First and most importantly, would anyone who knows a thing about make-up help a poor boy out and like, physically come with me and help me buy something that'll cover a black eye?

Second, has anyone else had stuff go straight up missing recently? Not expensive stuff, just random crap my razors are missing and I just bought new ones before the 4th?

Hey, um. This is so weird and creepy idk why I'm so worried but is gonna sound random but are you ok? Because there were cops all over my floor and I think someone died and I haven't seen you around in a bit.

Poker, anyone? I've got my eye on every other Saturday night in a currently undisclosed location (re: likely my apartment, or likely yours, if you've got a mind to do it and enough chairs). If you can't spend the summer brushing up on your poker face, then what good is it for, anyway?

And if you're inclined to play, remember the old adage: cheetahs never prosper.

- P. Chapman

[ following this thread. ]

If everyone could keep an eye out for my daughter, I'd appreciate it; she's gone missing. We were on the first floor, and then she took off.

She's short, maybe about four feet tall, with brown hair in a ponytail. Wearing a pink shirt, black pants, and light-up shoes. She has a backpack, not sure if she'll still have it with her.

Please, if you see or hear her, let me or my brother know. We're both in 705. If you can keep her with you and let us know where you are, that's great, but if you can't, please don't scare her. Just let us know where you saw her.

It is too noisy. Who is laughing? And who is leaving things? Please stop leaving things out. the hearth, though, is nice. It's just too loud

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

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

Look people, there is a place for Goodwill donations and it's not my front door. Don't worry, I'll drop them off for you this time.

Oh, and cute, thinking my feet were that big.



[OOC: Backdated to the first of April]

I hate to be a bother, but would you mind taking Scilla and Carrie out for a walk, whenever is convenient for you? I'm vomiting up my lungs I'm not feeling well and they're getting restless.

There's beer and science this Thursday at the Angel City Brewery. Do you think you can step away from your patients long enough to have a few drinks with me? 6 p.m. sharp, by the way. If you're coming, don't be late. :]

- P. Chapman

So this is how we introduce ourselves here? Alright I can dig it.

Hey, I'm Vinnie, I just moved into 108, and I own that old pickup outside. It has to stay parked for a while, so if I need to move it out of the way I will don't see how though, it's already pretty far from the building. Don't worry about any freaky flute music you might hear during the day, that's me practicing. I'll try to keep it for daylight hours, so if you hear it at night then you might wanna consider being freaked out because that's not me.

So, have a nice day, looking forward to meeting more of you.

So are random presents just run-of-the-mill here, or is this a welcome gift, or did I miss a clause when I signed my contract? The albino stag's head is really beautiful and it's hanging above my fireplace, but that's a... weirdly in-tune kind of gift. Also really, really rare, so not one that I'm not totally sure I'm cool with. How many albino anythings are there in the world, seriously?

I mean, thank you. But also confusion. So.

Yo, was told to say hello here, so, hello. Happy now, boss?

PS. Found a sock in the hallway, knitted kitten face on the foot. Bring the mate to claim. Cheers.

I found him.

[prior to noticing BB's update, he'd written this message. deciding that it couldn't hurt to spread the news far and wide, he posted it on the apartment forums regardless of whatever BB would have to say. unfortunately, times were dire, and his worry meter--because, believe it or not, Percy could indeed be worried--was off the charts.]

This is a public announcement for anyone that may be concerned. There is a burglar among us, and they have ransacked not only my home, but stolen my pet box turtle. I have already notified the complex manager of this crime.

If anyone happens to come across a box turtle that isn't fully grown but will, regardless, crawl towards you for a bite of strawberry, let me know ASAP. She answers to Stella. Yell too loud for her, though, and she might hide inside her shell.

No one steals from me.

- P. Chapman.

I think I found something you lost -- come get it.