BOXES, BOXES EVERYWHERE

[sneaking-sin.livejournal.com]

[He had heard legends about it. But Big Boss scarcely believed it to be true.]

[That is, until he found it himself.]

[The mother lode of boxes.]

[Piles of boxes. A mountain of boxes. More cardboard than he had ever seen in his life. Every stolen box, hundreds of them, all squirreled away in the massive vehicle hangar of Shadow Moses, easily accessible from the hallways.]

[...Well, and guarded by a giant mucus-spewing dinosaur with a laser. But not even that was about to get between Big Boss and that rich deposit of cardboard. A little stealth and an arsenal of weapons, and the dinosaur retreated to a different side of the base, leaving two hundred pounds of tail behind, sawed off by a burst of machine gun fire.]

[Now Big Boss is cooking a large slab of dinosaur tail steak over a fire (started by Alaskan pine wood, not cardboard!) and enjoying the comfort of being surrounded by stacks of precious boxes. He has found himself a very, very happy place.]

((Feel free to bother! Big Boss is in the Shadow Moses hangar, which can be accessed through a door from the nexus hallway. He probably left the door open or something.))

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[starofchaos]

[ONE DAY I WILL KILL YOU, OLD MAN.]

[Guess who's looming over you, Big Boss?]

[sneaking-sin.livejournal.com]

[Oops. See, this is what happens when you play Extreme Mode. You don't get a sonar or detector, and you never know who's right behind you.]

[After a tense moment of barely suppressed red exclamation pointing, Big Boss remembers this man... or at least one like him. He gave him a gun during the blackout.]

Liquid, right? Are you here for the meat? I guess there might be enough for two.

[starofchaos]

...Father. When I told you I was collecting boxes, I didn't intend for you to go and find them.

Where is Rex?

[sneaking-sin.livejournal.com]

You're telling me all these boxes are yours?

[He pulls the meat away from the fire, looking it over.]

That monster? It got away.

[starofchaos]

That "monster" is my pet. And yes, they are.

[He seems to remember telling a Big Boss about them. Was this a different one?]

You're the one from the blackout, aren't you?

[sneaking-sin.livejournal.com]

...That thing can't be your pet. Dogs and cats are pets. It tried to eat me!

Hrmnrr... yeah.

[starofchaos]

No matter what you believe. Rex is my pet. And this is his home, since I can hardly fit him into my appartment.

Just because it's not a cat or a dog doesn't mean it can't be a pet. It adores me, after all.

What are you eating?

[comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com]

Mama mia...

[That was a lot of cardboard and-HOLY CRAP WHAT IN THE HELL DID THAT USED TO BE?]

[Don't mind Emma. She's just wondering what you had to kill to make a steak that big.]

[sneaking-sin.livejournal.com]

Hey, be careful in here, there's a huge animal nearby.

[Not that he seems too concerned himself. He's just checking on that steak to see if it needs to continue cooking.]

[comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com]

Uh huh...

[The young lady might be wandering closer. For protection, of course.]

What sort of animal? [Presumably, it was still alive.]

[thisreloadtime.livejournal.com]

(ooc: Oh how ridiculously rusty I am. :c)


[Ocelot moves into the hangar with a slow, dramatic pace, spurs jingling with each step. Nearly in time with each step is a slow clap, somewhat muffled by his gloves.]

First catch? [read: omg snake so impressed]

[sneaking-sin.livejournal.com]

Hm?

Ocelot.

[Big Boss isn't sure if he should be wary or not. But if the kid isn't going to attack him, he'll play nice.]

I got this myself, though the rest of it escaped. I bet it will be pretty tasty once it's done cooking. Care for a bite?

[thisreloadtime.livejournal.com]

[Ocelot sneers at first at the offer. Like he would ever accept a--- oh it does smell good.]

Perhaps.

[sneaking-sin.livejournal.com]

It's not like you haven't eaten my food before.

[Oh, no, he's still not entirely over that.]

Feel free to sit down. Just not on any of the boxes.