in which Octopus has apparently mistaken an innocent potted plant for dear_mun

[downtotheblood.livejournal.com]

[A figure in a ragged trenchcoat storms through the building's front door, slams it behind him, belatedly realizes this implies he has actually been outside the building, and spends a few seconds looking nonplussed before returning to his previous grim determination. This largely consists of gesticulating wildly and ranting at thin air, or perhaps at a potted plant sitting forlornly in the center of the lobby.]

Fine! I'll go it alone! Don't need no messed-up kid tellin' me how t'run my life! I'm rebellin', baby! My own man! My own boss! Don't got th' time? Make time! 'Cause I got a few things t'tell you-

[A sixteen ton weight drops from... somewhere and lands about three inches away from the tips of his toes. The breeze nearly blows his hat off. But not snow, nor sleet, nor sixteen ton weights will deter Octopus from his self-righteous raving.] Godmod me, willya? I see how it... uh. [It suddenly occurs to him exactly how inane a remark that was.]

Look, princess, I'm fed up with yer excuses. Call this busy? Yer life won't be "busy" fer another four'r five months yet. An' don't tell me yer not in some theoretical groove, 'cause clearly I am gettin' along just fine. To hell with the rest of 'em - if I'm th' last one draggin' you back here then so be it. My voice will be heard! [Alain adjusts his fedora to what he deems to be a ruggedly determined angle, tries to find the proper direction to glare in, and ends up glaring at the aforementioned plant.] Even if I gotta take matters into my own hands.

[YOU CAN'T STOP THE BEAT, BITCHES well okay just th' one. Maybe two.]

[[THIS IS INCREDIBLY SILLY. Let's see how unhiatusing goes this time!]]

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[worldpresident.livejournal.com]

[Yep, this dude was nuts.]

[But he didn't seem to be the bad-crazy like Belle or the Bad Solid. Just nexus-crazy, like everyone else.]

Hello...[A Snake Arm waves cautiously.] Were you just outside?

[downtotheblood.livejournal.com]

[Um. Octopus considers this.] I... don't know. [Suspiciously, he casts a worried glance back at the door. Wait, wasn't that a revolving door just a second ago? ...then how th' hell did he slam it?] Somewhere out there, maybe not that outside. [Such dizzying concerns of topography are probably beyond the ken of a child... they sure are beyond Octopus.]

[worldpresident.livejournal.com]

Oh...'Cause I don't wanna go home, but Daddy might make us if there's a way to go back.

[He peers curiously at the man. He's never met anyone who looked like him before, maybe this was a brand-new person? He steps away from his crayon scribble to get a better look.]

What's your name? Who were you talkin' to?

[downtotheblood.livejournal.com]

I don't blame ya, kid. This place is th' best. [Have one more pointed glare, potted plant he is absolutely not glaring at!]

Decoy Octopus, master o' disguise. [Of course his reputation doesn't precede him, that's what being a master of disguise is for.] How 'bout you?

Uh, I was just talkin' to... some... [Octopus gestures vaguely at the ceiling.] chick... eh, forget it. Reckon I made my point.

[worldpresident.livejournal.com]

Yeah it is! I've made lots an' lots of friends here; I even met my Momma and my Mommy!

[He grins and offers his hand to shake.]

I'm Solidus Snake, future President. Is your name really Octopus? Are you in FOXHOUND like Mister Raven? He calls me "Little Octopus" sometimes 'cause of my Snake Arms!

[The Arms in question wave a more confident greeting.]

[downtotheblood.livejournal.com]

Same here. Momma an'-? [Oh no. He is not asking another Snake about their convoluted family history. Maybe that one Mantis was right and Liquid's just really bad at genetics, but Octopus just wants to preserve the precious few brain cells he has left.]

[Grinning, he shakes the squirt's hand.] Nice t' meetcha, Mr. Future President. I'd vote fer a junior octopus any day. [Octopus attempts to shake one of the robotic arms for good measure.] Yep, good ol' FOXHOUND, me an' Mr. Raven an' a buncha other jerks. Can't have a special forces unit without a master o' disguise, right? [Even if you think you don't have one, your special forces unit has a master of disguise.]

[worldpresident.livejournal.com]

[He laughs a little and happily has a Snake Arm shake his hand too. He puts a little flair into it as well, just to show off a tiny bit.]

[He did catch that aside, though.] Momma's my Momma, at least in her world. My world's version is a boy, so I still don't know who my real Mom is, but Momma gives good hugs. Mommy's going to be Liquid an' Solid's mommy, but she said here that she wants to be my mommy too.

[Solidus grins up at Octopus, thrilled to meet a friend of Mr. Raven's.] Us Octopuses gotta stick together, right? [He nods sagely, or tries to, as he tests out a new word.] A master of disguise is essential to a unit!