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[Otacon did frequent the bars of the Nexus just to drink casually. He had taken a liking to some of the odd beers the Nexus was supplied with. This particular bar, however, wanted its visitors to drink a little more heavy. Emmerich looked up and noticed - ]

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[ - above his head. The doctor looked at all the gin, vodka, rum, sake, and all other types of hard liquers that were available. He figured this effect room was the same as the other ones he had been in. He had to fill his counter to leave because the room would be inescapable otherwise. The man grabbed a spiced rum bottle and began to pour himself his first shot in a glass.]

Here goes nothing.

((OOC: There's only one little twist - People with nanomachines, cyborgs, machines, and others can get drunk in this room even if normally they couldn't. Drink 3 or more to leave.))

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[Ivan doesn't even know where he is, but for some reason the door won't open from the inside, but who cares? Vodkaaaa!! Now, if only he had some money. His pockets were empty, which was strange enough considering he usually kept them stuffed with government money.

Oh well, it's nothing he can't solve by other means.

So, he wanders off to the back of the bar, because that's always where he's gone to find the shady types who'll buy him drinks for free.]

/Heyy--whoa, what's that thing above your head?/

[He reaches over, quickly trying to sntach it. His hand goes right through it, of course, and smacks Talib on the head instead.]

/Oops./

[Talib is unamused. He is grumpy and not in the mood for Ivan's hi-jinks.]

[In halting Russian as he rubs where he'd been hit.] /It is a counter. The room will not allow us to leave until we have each taken three drinks./

[He glances over the younger man.] You look different, Boy. Have you walked into a strange room again, Ivan?

/The room?/ [He laughed, looking delighted.]

/It's just locked, we need a key~/

[He reaches a hand out to muse Talib's hair, amused by his annoyance and poor Russian. Ivan abruptly stops at the shift to English.]

/English is an ugly language.

But you know, if you want me to drink that badly~/

[Talib appears perplexed and gives the man a more thorough looking-over.]

...You are the Ivan I know, yet you are acting like someone new to the nexus...

[He mulls the puzzle over as he waves to the bar.]

Go ahead and drink; everything here is free.

Ugh... [Ivan pressed his hand to his forehead, struggling with the English.]

/Speak in Russian, I hate English--ohh.../

Free?

[Ivan waves down the bartender, ordering a bottle of Vodka. Shots? Ivan couldn't even read the English, he just wanted a drink.]

[Obligingly.] /I struggle with Russian. You are still teaching me, yes?/

/Huh?/ [He stopped with the bottle just millimeters from his lips, setting it down to look at Talib. He didn't hide the confused look on his face.]

/No I'm not. I guess I could.../

[Wink.]

[He matches the confused look.]

/Ivan...Habibi...You have been teaching me for some time now. Do you not remember living with me these past months?/

[Ivan raises an eyebrow. Perplexing, that strange sense of deja vu.]

/I'm not too good with faces, but I think I would recognize somebody I've stayed with for a couple months./

[He smiled.]

/You must be confusing me with somebody else~/

[He reaches a hand over to place it on Talib's.]

/Another pretty boy, maybe~?/

[He places his free hand atop Ivan's, holding the Boy's hand between his two larger ones.]

/I recognize you. Many people here share your name and face, but I know that you are the one who helped to save my life. Even if you have forgotten yourself, that is still true./

[He smiles a bit at the Boy.]

/Has anyone told you about this nexus, Boy?/

[Ivan furrows his brow, a slight frown crossing his features.]

/Saved your life...? No, you're definitely confusing me with somebody else./

[He debates pulling away.]

/Is that what this place is...? I've been looking for the Colonel everywhere, but I can't find my radio a-and--/

[He shut up. It wasn't the first time Ivan had found himself lost, and it wouldn't be the last; he just had to stay composed and find somebody to give him a ride back to Groznyj Brad.]

[He sighs, letting the topic go.]

/This place is called the nexus. It is where people from different worlds and points in time all must live together. It is difficult to explain...I am from 1994, Iraq, for instance./

[There's that strange sensation of deja vu again, but Ivan shakes it off. Or at least, he tries to.]

/Oh, wow.../

[He pulls his hand back. This man was completely insane, but it was a good thing Ivan had enough tact not to--]

/You're completely insane./ [Oh, well then.

He puffs his cheeks out. No help at all, this man!]

[Talib smirks.]

/Yes, I know./

[He gestures at the counters floating over their heads.]

/How else do you explain these things? The nexus has strange powers./

[Ivan looked up at the counter. Talib did seem to have a point.]

/I guess...what does say anyway?/

/It counts how many "shots" or drinks you have had. The nexus will not allow us to leave until we have had at least three./

[He scowls at his own counter.]

...

[Ivan takes a swig of Vodka to see if the counter changes.]

/Wow! You're right!/

[Now Ivan is just going to see how big he can make the number.]

[...Oh yeah, Talib's gonna watch this.]

[He is Russian.

And this will never end. Never.]

/Vodka~a! It's the best, isn't it?/

[He sloshes the bottle towards Talib.]

/Come on, drink~!/

[At least not until he passes out. Talib holds up his hands, indicating that he didn't want any.]

/I don't drink. You can have my share./

[In that case, Ivan will gladly drink your share of alcohol for you.]

/If you're sure~/

/I am sure~ Make sure you do not get sick, though./

[Sick? Pff! Ivan never gets sick...except when he does, and then he spends the next day with a massive headache and a bucket at his side.]

/Don't worry about me~/

[HE DRINKS VODKA AS IF IT WERE WATER. VODKA FLOWS THROUGH HIS VEINS, PUMPS THROUGH THE CHAMBERS IN HIS HEART...AAHH!!]

/I suppose I won't then~ Just know that while i am stuck in this room, I will be unable to take you to a doctor should you need to go./

[POUT.]

/I don't like the doctor, that's fine with me./

[Needles...so scary!]

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lol Groznyj Brad

They call me Brad, Groznyj Brad

fjaskdanna

I'm Double-oh Soviet

ffff lol

Licensed to chill

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what the hell am I talking about 5/3

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