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[vrpup.livejournal.com]

*Is that a bipedal dog in a sneaking suit (who oddly resembles a certain Raiden) walking around on the second floor? I think it is wut*

Uh.... where am I?

((Please be nice to me. XD; I'm new to the fandom and this is the first time I've played Raiden.))

Wintery Firing Range

[frozenpython.livejournal.com]

The 16th Floor.
Gathered intel had informed him it was one of the more 'normal' floors... with the exception being that the entire area was literally blanketed in snow. Couple in the cabin depicted in the distance, and he'd swear the heat might've truly got to his mind. Python's assumption that each one of these floors seemed to be either a gateway to different location on Earth... or some kind of hallucination so damned real, he wondered if he was comatose in some POW camp or friendly-infirmary somewhere in real life.

Either way, he grinned to the artic temperature... no game was apparent in sight, but there was a worn log fence leading to the cabin. Perfect for setting up random debris(cans!)for target practice in the peaceful meantime. Within a few minutes, 10 empty food cans were set along the fence. Python unslinged his XM177E2 carbine rifle, sat half knelt a good 50 meters from target, and took aim...
...Let's see if this new toy actually does the trick.

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[chickenfox.livejournal.com]

This has to be a symptom of PTSD, but it's the weirdest nightmare I've ever had.

This is a dream, right? Because half the things I've seen on this floor are by no means possible.

I'm not dead, am I?

((Has been reset--no memories of his stay here as well as the addition of a slightly different personality.))

FIGHTS OUT!

[silverrevolver.livejournal.com]

Bitch, I'm going to claw your eyes out! 

[ Loud yelling noise are coming from a fifth-floor smoking lounge. It seems Ocelot and EVA just can't put aside their differences when John's around.]


((ooc: This is seriously the greatest cat fight of all time, no really, EVERYONE GET HERE QUICK TO WATCH THIS! 8D))

um.

[h2ophobic.livejournal.com]

[a young-ish girl, maybe around her mid to late teens, can be seen travelling up and down stairs, back and forth across halls. She is working alone, whatever she is doing - however it doesn't seem to be much more than wandering and looking pensieve.]

[she stops in a large landing of the spacy stairwell she's currently in, eyeing the window before her - more importantly, the deep windowsill therein that looks particularly comfortable. It doesn't take much for her to cave and hoist herself up for a sit and a stare out of the window]

Now...where the hell am I.

[talk to her?]



((hai peeps, have a teenaged! post-pool-incident-pre-MGS2! Emma.))

Exploring.

[revolver-kitty.livejournal.com]

//Ocelot is exploring. Again. He finds a room with a pawprint on the door. It is on the eighth level. //

THIS. THIS MUST BE A FOX HOUND HEADQUARTER-


//walks in//


Oh fuck me.

I'm an Ocelot.

(( art © rejecttemptation. Used without permission but she is one of my homies))

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[headnspine.livejournal.com]

( MGS4 spoilers I am not taking any chances )

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[iamsofurious.livejournal.com]

After realizing that much to his dismay that the foundation of the dressingroom is completely flame retardant, Fury storms through the halls in a rage, kicking in every door in search of a specific room in particular.

Finally after far too long, and far too many broken doors, he finds the only bar in this entire establishment.

"Fuck it all. If I can't escape, I might as well make myself at home in this godforsaken hellhole."

The fridge is well stocked with perfectly chilled bottles of stolichnaya vodka and various other alcoholic beverages.

Fury doesn't hesitate to step behind the bar, remove his helmet, and help himself to a generous shot or two. Or three.

[[lol open to anybody who needs a drink, because idfk Fury respects alcohol enough to be a civil bartender. Can't promise he'll be civil in any other sense though.]]

Lost in thoughts.

[fuckyeahfoxdie.livejournal.com]

[Naomi is still sitting on a bench in the lobby, deep in thoughts as she's holding onto a syringe in her pocket, feeling too uneasy to go and explore this place. She knows that Vamp is somehow here, as well as certain other people from her past. And she idly wonders if they could be here too-- Sunny and Dr. Emmerich.]

[She wouldn't know what to say.]



((FEEL FREE TO BOTHER A VERY THOUGHTFUL NAOMI. However, I'd like to have some MGS4 character interactions here, so beware of possible spoilers!! :<))