Pax Letale Logs

Who: Open!
What: Seventh Floor Superbowl Party
Where:  Rick's apartment (706), Pia's apartment (708), Samuel's apartment (707),  the hallway, and wherever else the party might leak to
When: February 6th 2011, 3 PM -  10 PM
Warnings:   Usual party warnings, anything can/might happen when you get a pile of god-possessed people drunk in the same place.

Notes:  The noise from the party can probably be heard from the sixth and eighth floors.  Game starts at 3:30 PM.  Totally feel free to riff on the halftime show/commercials as you please.   I, Sage, actually am at work all day today (boo), but you can assume that Rick will greet your character during the party.  I'll be around in the evening to post. 

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Superbowl is more than a football game.  To many, it is a celebration of the spirit of America itself, maybe moreso than the Fourth of July.  Because today, more than any other, men and women live to celebrate their united right to get drunk with a group of friends and strangers and scream at the television.   

And the black, yellow, white and green colored balloons and streamers, and tiny themed Nerf footballs lining the seventh floor hallway was the first indication that Superbowl mania had infected at least part of the building.

Who: Ren (the_calm_before ) and Pia (sinnertakesall )
What: TBD.
Where: Brew Ha Ha Coffee
When: Friday, February 4, 2011, mid-afternoon.
Warnings: Corruption of innocents, and possibly language.

( I love java, sweet and hot. Whoops, Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot~ )

Who: Pia & Adam.
What: Adam needs money; Pia needs a gore monkey.
Where: Clean Sweep Cleaning.
When: Saturday, 22 January, shortly before the start of Pia's shift.
Warnings: Gore! And possibly other things.
Notes: Placeholder for a GDoc in progress.

While Adam was not entirely unfamiliar with CSC - and in a broader sense, their odd and messy line of work - he found it difficult to know what exactly to wear to day one of his foray into moonlighting. It seemed safe to assume some sort of protective gear might be provided, whether jumpsuit or coveralls or actual uniform, and at any rate he was leery of bringing his own work getup with him. And so he sat now in the front lobby of the business, predictably clad in black T-shirt and old jeans, toying idly with his ringless hands, his fingers twisting, bored, around one another, rubbing at lines made smooth and white by the absence of his usual accoutrements. He was waiting for Pia, his black eyes flicking back and forth from the door to his feet. He leaned down, rubbing at a scuff on one ancient black boot, and stifled a yawn.

Who: OPEN
What: Pax Letale Halloween Bash 2010!
Where: The Empty Grave
When: 6:30-9 p.m.
Warnings: Likely any and all. Enter at your own risk.
Notes: This is the party post for all Pax residents and guests in attendance, right up to the moment of transformation. Use your subject line to denote your character's location (i.e. 'By the door,' 'at the bar,' 'on the dance floor,' 'in a coat closet.')

The air in Pax Letale crackled with possibility all day Sunday. All week, excited chatter had filled the hallway and the forums; costumes had been carried in and out; speculation on what the party would entail were whispered. By Sunday, the energy surrounding the event held so much promise that it hardly seemed like just a Halloween party anymore; it was something more, and that sense was nearly kinetic.

The main ballroom in the haunted mansion that was The Empty Grave was expansive, but guests had already begun to arrive. When they entered, they found lush opulence withered and faded; grandeur, but with an eerie pall over it. It was perfect for Halloween - dark, ghostly, with a twisted Victorian edge to it. The bar was fully stocked, trays of h'ors d'oeuvres passed around and more substantial fare offered on ornate platters along one wall. A DJ was already spinning a mix of music that somehow managed to fit the theme and appeal to the eclectic demographic he was serving, and attractive (if ghastly) characters added flavor to the already colorful room.

The night had begun.

Who: Pia & Samuel.
What: Banter, bonding and B-movies, oh my!
Where: #707.
When: October 18th, late evening (after this).
Warnings: Language, gore, innuendo...

( One hundred per cent medically accurate. )

Who: Kaminski and Pia.
What: Pia needs help moving her LoveSac. Seriously. That's not innuendo.
Where: Pax Letale parking lot.
When: October 25th, late afternoon.
Warnings: Language, TBD.

Notes: Placeholder for a Gdoc!