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[still-a-rookie.livejournal.com]

[There's something that looks tasty and generously topped with whipped cream sitting out in a random hallway. A parfait of some kind, based on the glass it's in.]

[Two unusual Snakes are hiding out nearby, watching. Waiting.]

[So, who will be the first to fall to temptation ?]

[((The "parfait" is actually that nasty idek that Silver Snake cooked up the other day. When Snakes get bored, things like this happen. If you happen to be someone Silver or Snake likes, they might pop out of hiding to save you from the botched pancake mix, otherwise, they're going to laugh at your pain.))]

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[h-emmerich.livejournal.com]

[Hal is off exploring, since he's kinda new here. He walks down a new hallway not really looking for anything and is surprised to see a fancy little parfait.]

Huh.

[He looks around to see if anyone is watching and picks it up to look it over.]

[still-a-rookie.livejournal.com]

[You're a Hal, but not one Snake has met. He'll be watching from his hiding place.]

[The parfait has a weird smell to it. Are you sure you want to try it?]

[h-emmerich.livejournal.com]

[He's eaten much worse from the college cafeteria.]

I guess this up for grabs?

[He takes a bite and his face wrinkles at the horrid taste.]

Who the hell made this?

1/IDFK

[thoserookieeyes.livejournal.com]

....

[That looked pretty tasty.]

.....

[No wait, she's seen that before, isn't it...]

2/4

[thoserookieeyes.livejournal.com]

[Oh shit. She gags and covers her mouth.]

This isn't what I had when I said "just leave it out"

[Ughh, what is she going to do about this? She can't just throw it away, that'll just make Silver suspicious. But she can't leave it like this, either...]

3/4

[thoserookieeyes.livejournal.com]

....

[No, not that. She's not going to do it. She has her whole life ahead of her. For the love of god, no.]

Shit

[Before anyone has a chance to react, she plugs her nose and drinks the whole thing in a few gulps.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

[Interesting. That looked rather delicious. Smelled odd... but a small taste would verify if it was edible or not]

[still-a-rookie.livejournal.com]

[...As entertaining as it'd probably be to see his brother try the concoction, Snake will be intervening. He taps the wall near where he's hiding, trying to catch the man's attention.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Hm? [Liquid turned towards the noise, still concocting an idea of what to do with it if it turned out to be inedible. There had to be someone he could inflict it on. The idiot version of himself? Talib?]

[notapapertiger.livejournal.com]

[There was food out in the halls. Raikov liked food. He liked food a lot. Of all the people, he was the most likely to simply eat something he found on the floor - even if it were poisonous.]

Ooh, hey! Something to eat!

[Raikov simply walks over, picks it up and devours it. All of it.]

...

[He casually sets the empty glass back on the floor. It's impressive, how tasty such an odd-looking thing could be.]

Delicious!

[still-a-rookie.livejournal.com]

...

...

...

[Did they just get Raikov-rolled?]

[merylgearsolid.livejournal.com]

... I don't even want to know.

[twiceburned.livejournal.com]

[Naked Snake comes across it unaware and pauses, staring at it suspiciously. Drawing his gun, he creeps closer, looking warily around. He sees no one.]

What's this doing here?

[He picks it up, sniffs it - and downs it. It doesn't take long. Snake eats like an animal, harsh and swift. It's natural, of course. You never know when you're going to be attacked or called to duty. Best to eat quickly.]

Hnnnngh. Tasty!

[still-a-rookie.livejournal.com]

[Okay, one? That looks like a young Big Boss. Two? He ate it too quickly for Snake to try to intervene. Three? Apparently the man has no taste-buds.]

[twiceburned.livejournal.com]

[One, it is. Two, he does that. Three... well, his taste in food has always been questionable.]

[volginswaifu.livejournal.com]

[Ivan stopped right in front of the small glass.

It was like the beacon of a lighthouse calling out to him (or perhaps the illumination of Volgin's electrified body on a good evening); a reward for his job well done a few days ago in the fight with Ocelot. That stupid prick.

A quick glance this way, that way, and he picked it up to eat, downing it.]

Hm...I've had better. [He said as he cleaned the inside with a finger, then stuck it in his mouth.]

[still-a-rookie.livejournal.com]

...

[So apparently, it's ineffective against pretty Russians.]

[roidingraven.livejournal.com]

[What is this? A free treat in the hall? Raven is intrigued.]

[He's just going to pick up that parfait and examine it.]

[still-a-rookie.livejournal.com]

[Watches~]

[hal1]

[There is a nerdling looking at the glass.]

[Poke, poke. He picks it up.]

1/?

[coolantmaster.livejournal.com]

[Oh, this looks interesting. If not highly suspicious, but still. Hmm... maybe he should move it? Or... well actually, maybe it's just something someone made and left out for people? Well, it does look good. Okay fine, he'll go for it.]

[Nomm~]

2/?

[coolantmaster.livejournal.com]

[Hmm...]

3/?

[coolantmaster.livejournal.com]

[LOOKS AT GLASS]

4/5

[coolantmaster.livejournal.com]

[Hmmmmm...]

5/5

[coolantmaster.livejournal.com]

Not bad, I guess.

[Well, when you're raised on gunpowder and subjected to Rose's cooking for two years, anything can taste good. Though he does wonder if whoever made this got tips off her.]