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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.

October 1st, 2010



dude, are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Who: Charlie and Samuel and a good friend call alcohol
What: See Charlie make friends. Drinking, and then the building starts morphing. Alcoholic visions? You wish.
Where: 707
When: Around midnight of Oct. 1
Warnings: Language. This should be a given.

She'd done a pretty good job of avoiding just about everyone in the bulding, with exception of that guy in the elevator. Her days had been little more than going to and from work on her bike, or else just tuning it in her spare time. Decorating her apartment was a no go, so it remained sparsely furnished and looked relatively unlived in - she spent little time there anyway, so it wasn't of terrible importance. But even an antisocial convict gets lonely every now and again, and Charlie was starting to think of taking Samuel up on his offer regarding Irish whiskey; she hadn't gotten around to meeting any of the other residents of the building, though she wasn't kicking herself for that. Besides, there was that nagging voice in the back of her mind that wanted to put a time and a place to him.

So, with somewhat dragging feet, she walked the short distance down the hall from her apartment to his, and, hesitantly, raised a fist to knock on the door.

I cannot believe I'm doing this )
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