DAWW FLASHBACK ROOM

[back2zero.livejournal.com]

[There's another room on the 15th floor, identical to the one that said 'reLIEve'.]

[Only this time, it reads "reJOYce".]

[In this room, you can relive past experiences that made you the most happy, that you treasure the most.]

Stupid. But inspired my true events!

[proverbmachine.livejournal.com]

Mei, in traditional Dressing Room manner, had found herself again bored. She returned to the theater room where the first slumber party was held and discovered a show already playing on the screen. The show being Star Trek: The Next Generation. She shrugged and sat down in front of the screen, half paying attention, but also fiddling around on her laptop. That was three hours ago. Now her laptop has been put away and she is sitting and watching in rapt attention, mindlessly munching from a gigantic bowl of popcorn she holds in her lap.

Come try to rescue her from the grip of sci fi.... or become hypnotized....!!

(no subject)

[nyannalot.livejournal.com]

[Hey, look who's on her way to the unattended infirmary, holding a huge jug of tea. One can almost hear ♪♫ All I want is you, will you be my bride... ♪♫ as She makes her way down the hall, occasionally taking a sip from her jug. She casually enters the infirmary, and a few moments later various LOUD crashing noises can be heard.

Is that a bit of glass breaking?!]

SHIT! Don'tfalldowndon'tfalldown--

[CRASH!!

An I.V. stand falls to the floor.

Come stop her path of wanton destruction help her find what she's looking for? Our dear pregnant Anna is now freaking the hell out. Angry screams erupt from the infirmary like lava from Kilauea. Dare ye enter and face the general insanity?]

what's this button do?

[a-sign-of-rain.livejournal.com]

Recent events have exposed a certain dead man from 1963 to the wonder that is modern technology. Why, the last he knew, computers were still switching over from punchcards to magnetic tape! Sadly, his inquiries to GS went largely unanswered, instead somehow giving way to a tirade about porn and an "internet" thing that has raised only further questions in the spirit's mind. Since his friend obviously isn't going to be much help, he's decided to investigate further on his own.

So. Here's the Sorrow in a room full of computers. Fiddling with them.

Perhaps someone should intervene before he causes any permanent damage? Come teach a ghost about computers, if you dare!

Oh wow.

[onlytwelveshots.livejournal.com]

Ocelot has definitely been feeling better the past 1-2 days. He sure hopes that cold is gone.

He's wondering a little ways away from his room on the 12th floor when he stumbles upon a room filled with... shoes.

Boxes, plastic containers, shelves; you name it. All filled with shoes.

"...You'd think a girl would find this and not me." He sighed, shaking his head. 

Anyone want to explore the room with him? O:

Somebody is mad...

[geneonscene.livejournal.com]

[A pissed Gene looks an awful lot like a normal emotionless Gene.]

[He's found out some disturbing news about the future of someone close to him.]

[He hasn't told Solidus yet. In truth, he's avoiding it. He doesn't look forward to the reaction he believes he'll get.]

[He had hoped he could have at least got his hands on one of them. Before facing Solidus with the news.]

[Hell with it. He has to tell him.]

[He opens the door to his office.]

Solidus.


[for but not locked to btwparentkiller MGS4 spoilers in comments.]

best journal name ever, y/y?

[americaftw.livejournal.com]

Well, crap.

A few seconds ago Roy Campbell had been in his living room, trying to keep young John from knocking too many breakable objects over with that toy katana of his (sure, Rose, decorate my living room with crystal vases and ceramic candleholders and then give the kid a toy sword, brilliant) while Rose was at the grocery store shopping for the materials that she would somehow desecrate into her next "meal".

Now, however, he is quite obviously not. He's quite certain he hasn't passed out, or fallen victim to an AI, or anything like that (and had pinched himself, several times, to make certain). He's simply...somewhere else.

Which means back at home, John's unsupervised and probably quite frightened at the disappearance of his "Uncle Roy"; and when Rose gets home she's going to kick Roy's ass if it's even there to be kicked by then.

And, you know. Also the stuff with Snake and Liquid Ocelot and such, which might also turn out rather badly if he manages to survive Rose's wrath (unlikely).

Crap. He needs to get the hell out of here, and fast.

The retired colonel continues to explore this building of long corridors and longer staircases. Gotta find that exit. Gotta get home.

(no subject)

[chickenfox.livejournal.com]

[Roy feels better; really, genuinely better since the rather dramatic events that transpired over the past few weeks. He's walking away from the flashback room, hands folded behind his head and smiling]

[he's also on the lookout for his squad. You know who you are, so stop hiding and come bug him]

((Will reply to all posts tomorrow if I don't get the chance, BUT. HIATUS IS OVER. ZING.))