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paxnarrator (paxnarrator) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-06-01 00:03:00

Entry tags:

erebos, ereshkigal, eris, hel, hermes, jormungandr, mani, nyx, pahana, phobos, sunna, tiamat, urdr

Who: OPEN
What: Trouble on the home front.
Where: Pax Letale.
When: 9:13 p.m.
Warnings: TBD.
Notes: Feel free to have your characters go with the concierge or make their way down to the lobby of their own volition. The tower-dwelling critter won’t likely be noticed for a while yet. So mix and mingle - there’s more to come!
ETA: Our volunteers have been notified of the effect the demon will have on their characters. Expect strange things to be afoot in coming threads...

There had been nothing whatsoever to indicate something was amiss: no foul weather, no maintenance crews loitering about, no meddling kids or their damnable dogs. Everything had simply worked, and then, in the blinking of an eye, it suddenly did not. In the midst of a crisp, clear summer night, Pax Letale effectively shut down. All electricity ceased, the elevator stopping - as it often had - between floors five and six, lights, power, and emergency backup failing simultaneously. The concierge rummaged for the 30,000 candlepower Maglite stashed beneath the counter, loosely gripping the brushed metal handle with more annoyance than real concern. Slowly he began making his rounds, walking from floor to floor in an attempt to make contact with, and if need be round up, the tenants entrusted for the duration of his shift to his lax, distracted brand of care.

In the darkness of the tower something stirred. On silent steps it padded to the door, slithering through the smallest of cracks on an ozone-scented wisp of smoke. It began its downward progress, forked tongue flicking at the air, seeking out the presences it knew lay just beneath its feet.

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jormungandr
2011-06-22 02:01 am UTC (link)

"Oh, just wait," he said. "By Monday the office will have a snowdrift of letters demanding prorated rent or something."

It was more than a little surprising that the lobby had not yet been the site of a small-scale riot. Adam was glad to see his fellow tenants keeping their relative cool, and even more pleased to see that Alex had made it safely in. All things considered, he was beginning to rather enjoy the impromptu gathering.

"So how are you settling in here?" He shifted beside her, leaning against the wall, pale hands folded at the small of his back. "My shifts haven't given me a lot of time to meet anybody, so I've not really met any new neighbors."

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giventohel
2011-06-23 01:15 pm UTC (link)

At the image conjured by Adam's comments of scribed complaints flooding over the edges of desk, each filled with colorful language and an overwhelming sense of entitlement, that same, soft, throaty laughter slid free again from the delicate parting of Viola's lips, a touch of girlishness shining through a countenance for which most had attributed a certain maturity beyond her years even in her childhood years. This was only further affirmation of the easy manner that existed between them, the inherent rapport that meant his words and gestures communicated a deeper knowledge of exactly what drew out her sense of humour, her confidence, or admiration. It was the exact quality that Viola thought if she had been the sort to preoccupy herself with romantic endeavors, she might have included in her specifications of type and what was important to her in a partner. Yet, nothing remotely romantic could even be considered here. She felt nothing of that baffling, mercurial surge of emotion that transpired when she thought of certain someone, who was by far a less ideal candidate. With Adam, it was almost familial.

"I must admit I've fared little better than you. Beyond the commute to work, the hours I put in there, and then what I try to spend with my sister, there hasn't been too much time for idle socialization. I'm surprised I've managed to find the time to unpack most of things," Viola admitted her own failings in that arena. Yet, she was not of the mindset that life must be all work and no play. Good health and happiness was a careful balance of both. "I did, however, see a recent advertisement for a morning yoga class that would fit nicely into my schedule. It would at least give me a chance to meet some people outside of those at the hospital. I have to say it was a happy accident that day the elevator stopped and gave us the chance to get acquainted, or I may well and truly have known no one I could call a friend in the city."

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jormungandr
2011-06-25 02:55 am UTC (link)

If she had spoken her mind more fully Adam might have been surprised how closely their thoughts ran parallel. Now, as with every time they crossed paths, Adam found himself wishing he had taken more time to acquaint himself with her, to deepen the connection that was already there. It would be good to build on the easy friendship they shared, a rapport whose match he had found with no other recent acquaintance. His shifts would even out, he knew, and he resolved to make a more concerted effort when they did. Perhaps in time they would come to understand just how closely they reflected one another, two old souls fashioned in such similar ways.

"Morning yoga," he mused. "That'd be good to get you out and about, I'd imagine. Hopefully you'd only meet the laid-back neighbors there, and not any of the angry letter-writers. And anyway, I hear a little sun salutation is good for the soul."

In truth, to Adam, routine was sounding like a positive change in and of itself. Too long he had been caught up in change, his every waking moment determined by an ever-changing, gradually worsening schedule. Another man might have cursed the tourists or the summer weather that drew them out, rendering his difficult job all the harder thanks to heavy summer partying. But Adam merely took it in stride, suffering without realizing, a hermit by circumstance rather than choice.

"Maybe I should look into something like that," he said. "If you like the class, let me know? Maybe I'll come along some time."

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giventohel
2011-06-27 10:24 pm UTC (link)

She smiled at the suggestion, and it added a slight dimpling that emphasized the apples of her cheeks, their rosiness lost to the darkness of the room but the roundness of their curves only deepened by the shadow. In their professions, it was no surprise that having left most meetings to happenstance, that these conversations - for all that they were always equal parts delightful and fulfilling - had been less frequent than Viola would have liked.

"I will. It would be nice to see you on a more regular basis, Adam," she told him, the sincerity in her tone and expression giving no chance to mistake her words as mere politeness. "Though I suppose, we hardly need yoga for that. Maybe we could - " Her words were cut short. A sharp cry echoed out in the lobby, a voice distorted by the pain which had wrought it free from the lips of a pale girl, who had fallen to her knees. She was a stranger to Viola, but from the look on Adam's face, Viola suspected he knew the girl. They needed no further exchange of words, or even a glance to pass between them. All this was understood almost implicitly by Viola as she moved with him, side by side, step with step, to check on the other woman.

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