[Allelujah is... getting a little antsy. The long period of quiet is making him uneasy ( Read more... )

[Residents of Corona Civica House may notice the scent of freshly-baked lasagna wafting through the townhouse. Allelujah's in the Lower Cove kitchen, leaning against a counter with a sour look on his face, and muttering to himself.]

What the hell. It's not like it would help.

[Sighs.] I should make sure it's not harmful though...

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[Allelujah appears on the second level, wearing a shirt like this (without the fugly checkered trim). Still hasn't changed his pants style yet - he'll do that later. He looks... sort of uncomfortable, and keeps fussing with his shirt.]

... Is anyone hiring around here? I'm not sure where to start looking.

Out of curiosity...

What form of government did everyone live under, before coming here? And were they at war, or have they been, recently?

... Even if it wasn't openly declared as a "war". You could include any sort of military conflict under that topic, I guess.

[Allelujah appears on the level, with a cup of coffee. He takes a sip, and looks around.]

What sort of things are there to do around here? I'm not used to being in one place for so long.