(no subject)

[smells-sweet.livejournal.com]

[Rose is still a cook for the Soviet-run canteen, but...she hasn't had much cooking to do thanks to you fuckers starving yourselves rather than eat this lovely food. So she's a little lonely.

Go visit her and / or order something or else she'll cry on you.]

[Sweet Surrender]

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

[Old Snake, still a lot little depressed decides to wander the Nexus looking for a room that he's only heard some speculation about. He's slowly working his way through each floor, opening and closing doors. He finally finds a door that appears to be made out of chocolate.]

...hnn.

[Dave nudges the door open and once he spots the room's contents his pale, jade green eyes brighten. He found it. He found The Chocolate Truffle Room.]

[Dave is already in there by the table, eating a truffle.]

((ooc: Warning! If you eat a single truffle you will gain 5lbs.))
((5lbs. PER TRUFFLE.  Blame chat for the idea.  Blame ME for remembering.))
((Of course, the truffles are so good it's like eating chocolate sex.))
((Good luck resisting the urge.))

(no subject)

[shrewdjackal.livejournal.com]

[A random Otacon appears! ...But not as you know him.]

[No. This Otacon is not 'Otacon' at all. He is darker in his apperance, yet a lot cleaner... crisp and smart. His codename is Shrewd Jackal; a fellow FOXHOUND member.]

[That's right. FOXHOUND.]


Well. Now isn't this interesting...


_{[ooc: mdgdjgsndj I'm getting as bad as Jackie. XD Check out his bio/past.]}

Recovery Time

[ducks-not-scrd.livejournal.com]

[Duck laid stretched out on the ground in front of a soft couch watching a movie that was nearly on mute. He wondered how long Para would stay asleep... And how long this headache would last.  He peeked over the edge of the couch.]

Are you awake Doc?

((For drquacksays , but anyone can feel free to bother/help out a sick Duck~!))

Identity crisis

[ku-wa-bara.livejournal.com]

[Volgin is muttering to himself, in much confusion.]

Little? ...Little?

CANDY CANE FIIIIIIIIIIGHT

[nomagichere.livejournal.com]

[Fury is just chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool when he smells the most heavenly of smells coming from a nearby room.]

Gingerbread?
Here?

[He pushes open a door to find an entire room made from gingerbread. He also notices something odd. Rows upon rows of large candy canes.]

Wha...

[In a large container next to them are a host of fist sized gumdrops.]

[He grabs one and tosses it into a corner, it explodes into messy goo.]

This is one fucked up war game.

((OOC: WELCOME TO THE HOLIDAY WAR GAME ROOM! YOU MAY NOT LEAVE UNTIL YOU HAVE FOUGHT! AFTERWARDS YOU MAY LEAVE REGARDLESS OF WHETHER YOU WIN OR LOSE! THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!))