//on the lonely rail

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, it's a not-so-often seen Otacon. And today, he's walking down a hall and back towards his room with a small cardboard box in his arms. In typical Otacon fashion, the box is absolutely full of spare parts, wires, and scrap metal. By all appearances he's back to his old tricks and obviously has something in mind to put those bits and pieces to use.

[It was a shame he couldn't have carried a larger box; there was only so much extra stuff he could fit into his labcoat pockets when he already carried a tranquilizer pistol. Oh, well. Hopefully he could find that room full of parts again if he needed anything else.]

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[formerfoxhound.livejournal.com]

[Turning that corner a little quickly, bro. Snake suddenly finds himself with a box (and a nerd) bouncing off his chest and reaches up swiftly to steady both the box and the man holding it. Can't really blame you for not hearing him coming, though.]

<3

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

--?!

[OHGODWHAT--oh, it's just Snake. Otacon was half expecting a lot worse than that]

S-sorry about that, Snake.

<3 i missed you okay

[formerfoxhound.livejournal.com]

...Otacon.

[The stuttering gives him pause because like, every other Otacon he meets here either thinks he's dead or crazy or something and he can't quite remember if he's met this particular one yet. He keeps one hand steady on Otacon's shoulder anyway as the man recovers his balance and eyes the box of junk.]

Busy?

awwww<3

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

A little, but it can wait if you need me for something. What's up?

[formerfoxhound.livejournal.com]

[Snake tips his head slightly and looks at Otacon for a long second before he answers.]

...Nothing in particular.

[He just doesn't see you around all that often. At least, not nearly as much as he was used to back home. He tightens his grip and holds on another second longer before letting go and stepping back.]

What are you doing?

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

What, you mean this? I was going to try and build a security system for my room.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid sees that box in his hands and the light in his eyes.]

What are you up to now, Doctor?

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

Hi, Liquid. [You get a smile.] I thought I'd try and set up a security system around my room.

[Beat.]

One that's a little more high-tech than 'Liquid with a shotgun'.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Aw. Look at the happy, busy nerd.]

It's simple, but effective. You can't go wrong with the classics.

[Looking at the box of things in Otacon's hands. He can't imagine how what looks like a collection of junk could become a working system. His interest is piqued. You just know Liquid avidly reads Tom Clancy military tech-porn.]

What sort are you going to put together?

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

I'm not really sure yet, actually. Maybe I could put together something like a fingerprint scanner.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

Hmm, that would be an excellent start. You can build such sophisticated equipment in a room with a box of scraps?

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

I could st-start, at least. I'll probably end up needing more parts than what I have here.

[hal1]

...Hi!

[A younger version of Hal waves at the older man.]

What are you doing? [He looks very interested in what Otacon is carrying around in the box.]

[kuklakimou.livejournal.com]

...ah? What is that for, Hal?

[Ivan peers curiously at the box.]

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

Hi, Ivan. I just th-thought I'd try to work on a security system for our room. I-if that's okay, I mean.

[kuklakimou.livejournal.com]

Why would it not be, Hal? It is your room too.

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

W-well, I was just checking. [Otacon smiled a little awkwardly, though he seemed genuinely cheerful.]

[kuklakimou.livejournal.com]

Are you alright? [He looks worried at the awkwardness.]

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

Hm? Oh, I'm fine. Really.

[productofwar.livejournal.com]

[Jack pauses on his way through the hallway when he sees Otacon carrying all those spare parts.]

Looks like someone's gonna be busy.

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

Oh, hey Raiden. Wow, I don't see any of you around here too often.

I guess it'll be nice to have something to do for a change.

[productofwar.livejournal.com]

You don't? There are quite a few of us.

[He looks the box over.]

Hoping to make anything in particular?

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

I guess I haven't really gone out much lately.

Actually, I was thinking of making a security system for my room.

[productofwar.livejournal.com]

Neither have I, really.

[He looks over the spare parts again; despite being a walking machine himself, he still didn't get how a box of scrap could turn into something like that. And yet, he knew Otacon could, and would, do it.]

It's amazing how you build those things from scratch, really. If I knew anything about mechanics I'd probably be better off myself...

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

I don't know about amazing. A basic security system is really nothing special.