And after the heist, the monkey is driving the van.

[gimme-cola.livejournal.com]

After the fire, little gray set out to get help. He tried getting this blonde chick and this random retarded kid to help him out, but apparently it's hard to get people to listen to you when you're a creepy, hairless, sweaty monkey covered in ashes. Go figure. Though, that announcement might have had something to do with it...
In the midst of running around trying to get someone to NOT run away from him, the sprinklers came on. ...Huh. Well that made sense, at least. The water felt good, too. Especially compared to the fire and everything.

WELL, I guess that crisis is over. Now to address the fact that there is a pissed off pyromaniac with a bloody eye-socket in a tentacle suit after him. And he didn't have those throwing knives he stole borrowed from Vamp anymore, either. Time to get some new weapons. And if there's one thing this monkey is good at, it's weapon procurement.

On the forth floor was some sort of.... weird ritual all of the non-Drebin's were holding. There, little Gray caught sight of what was most certainly a young, female Solid Snake. In a waitress outfit.
.....Okay......... Humans can be so weird sometimes.......
....BUT WAIT! If he's here, in (weird) civilian clothing, that means his gear has to be somewhere else, right? And Snake always has cool weapons... 

[I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I borrowed a gun or grenade.... or an RPG....]

**Currently on the 2nd floor, working on a way to break into legendarysolid's cabin. Lets just hope he doesn't get caught by anyone passing by..**

(no subject)

[3djiggle.livejournal.com]

I've been here for a while, but I still don't know what's going on, so one of you should explain it to me. And don't talk for hours about the astral plane. I can't stand any of that trash.

Raven's therapy lodge

[carrioncannon.livejournal.com]

[Now that the excitement had died down - fires put out, everyone back to their original chromasomes - Raven finds himself listless and at loose ends.  Moreover, he is homesick.]

[He paces the seventh floor, thinking wistfully of, say, a nice hunting lodge, with a good roaring fire, comfortable chairs, the scent of roughhewn wood....]

[On a whim, he opens a door at random.]

Well.

What do you know. 

Spirits of this place, you are quite obliging, aren't you? My thanks.

[He walks into the airy, open lodge and sets down his cannon in the corner. Though he would never in seven lifetimes admit it, it's a relief. Charging into a blazing fire with metal on your bare skin makes for some interesting burns.]

Ah. [He looks around with approval.] That's more like it. 

[Raven begins to make tea.]


[[A shaman isn't just for throwing bones and lugging around artillery - he's also the tribe's counselor and mediator.  Come on in and tell Uncle Raven your troubles.]]

The Interrogation

[green-frequency.livejournal.com]

*has just finished tying the sleeping prisoner up in the back of the truck, binding his arms and feet*

About does it, I think.

((Locked to btwparentkiller and push_my_glasses.))

Huh...

[geneonscene.livejournal.com]

[Returns to Solidus' place after some cool down time. The door is open..? He readies his knives and slips inside. Hm.. He goes to Solidus' desk to open the secret door to the torture room. He has to see if his victim has escaped!]

Dammit.

[Moves to the cell door, peeking inside.]

{{locked to nakedsnack and push_my_glasses}}

Hey Liquid..

[legendarysolid.livejournal.com]

[After finally--FINALLY turning back to a guy. He heads down to Liquid's office to see if he's in.]

Hey. You seen the Big Boss that patched us up? Ain't seen him in awhile...