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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.
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Oct. 25th, 2011
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Oct. 25th, 2011 at 8:25 PM
Who: EVERYONE.
What: CASKET’s 16th Annual Halloween Party!!!
Where: CASKET
When: October 30th, starting at 7 pm sharp! This thread is getting posted early so everyone can get a head start on the festivities, since this weekend will undoubtedly be busy.
Warnings: Anything can happen.
Notes: All right, boils and ghouls, this is how things will go down.
Upon arriving at CASKET, for two hours everyone will remain in their mortal forms. Drink, discuss, have a good time. Please label your thread with the location of your character - At The Bar, On The Dance Floor, Lounge Area, On Stage Singing My Drunk Little Heart Out, In The Bathroom Puking My Guts Out, whatever strikes your fancy.
Let’s have everyone be nice and courteous: please ask before entering a thread in which there are already two people, unless of course you already have it planned that way.
At 9pm sharp, the deities will begin to take over their mortal shells, though not entirely; only certain aspects will show through, whether it be appearance, powers, or whatever. No full transformations. In this thread, you don’t have to worry about the deities just yet - I will post a second thread for that part of the night.
Have at!
( Waiting for an invitation to arrive / Goin' to a party where no one's still alive )
What: CASKET’s 16th Annual Halloween Party!!!
Where: CASKET
When: October 30th, starting at 7 pm sharp! This thread is getting posted early so everyone can get a head start on the festivities, since this weekend will undoubtedly be busy.
Warnings: Anything can happen.
Notes: All right, boils and ghouls, this is how things will go down.
Upon arriving at CASKET, for two hours everyone will remain in their mortal forms. Drink, discuss, have a good time. Please label your thread with the location of your character - At The Bar, On The Dance Floor, Lounge Area, On Stage Singing My Drunk Little Heart Out, In The Bathroom Puking My Guts Out, whatever strikes your fancy.
Let’s have everyone be nice and courteous: please ask before entering a thread in which there are already two people, unless of course you already have it planned that way.
At 9pm sharp, the deities will begin to take over their mortal shells, though not entirely; only certain aspects will show through, whether it be appearance, powers, or whatever. No full transformations. In this thread, you don’t have to worry about the deities just yet - I will post a second thread for that part of the night.
Have at!
( Waiting for an invitation to arrive / Goin' to a party where no one's still alive )
Oct. 17th, 2011
Oct. 17th, 2011 at 10:25 PM
Who: Nyx and Geb
What: Sean goes out to a jazz club where he meets Cat.
Where: A jazz club
When: October 15
Warnings: None yet
( I viewed the morning, with much alarm )
What: Sean goes out to a jazz club where he meets Cat.
Where: A jazz club
When: October 15
Warnings: None yet
( I viewed the morning, with much alarm )
Oct. 17th, 2011 at 1:53 PM
Who: Nyx and Erebos
What: Dream History! Whut?
Where: Dreamland, the Greek Underworld
When: Before recorded history/last night
Warnings: None yet!
( You're a bedtime story... the one that keeps the curtains closed. )
What: Dream History! Whut?
Where: Dreamland, the Greek Underworld
When: Before recorded history/last night
Warnings: None yet!
( You're a bedtime story... the one that keeps the curtains closed. )
Sep. 26th, 2011
Sep. 26th, 2011 at 6:40 AM
Who: Cat, Charlie, Rylee
What: Cat has Charlie and Rylee over for dinner. Imagine a "meet the mom" scenario.
Where: Cat's apartment.
When: A few days after this thread, so yes, a little backdated...
Warnings: TBD
( it's really not that long of a story )
What: Cat has Charlie and Rylee over for dinner. Imagine a "meet the mom" scenario.
Where: Cat's apartment.
When: A few days after this thread, so yes, a little backdated...
Warnings: TBD
( it's really not that long of a story )
Sep. 5th, 2011
Sep. 5th, 2011 at 8:31 PM
WHO: Elias + Cat
WHAT: Second Meeting
WHERE: Pax Lobby
WHEN: 7:03 p.m., Monday, September 4th
STATUS: Complete
( After you, madam. )
WHAT: Second Meeting
WHERE: Pax Lobby
WHEN: 7:03 p.m., Monday, September 4th
STATUS: Complete
( After you, madam. )
Aug. 5th, 2011
Aug. 5th, 2011 at 8:50 PM
Who: Charlie & Cat
What: Laundry!
Where: Pax Letale Laundry Room
When: 8/3/2011, 7:03 pm
Warnings: TBA
( her best guess was to just toss it all in a washer and hope for the best )
What: Laundry!
Where: Pax Letale Laundry Room
When: 8/3/2011, 7:03 pm
Warnings: TBA
( her best guess was to just toss it all in a washer and hope for the best )
Jun. 29th, 2011
Jun. 29th, 2011 at 11:14 PM
Who: Elias & Cat
What: The Primordial Couple meet in private
Where: Room 202
When: 9:50 p.m., the night of the blackout
Warnings: None
( Elias never considered himself a pessimist or an optimist. )
What: The Primordial Couple meet in private
Where: Room 202
When: 9:50 p.m., the night of the blackout
Warnings: None
( Elias never considered himself a pessimist or an optimist. )
Jun. 1st, 2011
Jun. 1st, 2011 at 12:03 AM
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.
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.