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Hnn.

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

[Fear's eyes flutter open slowly, and he rolls over to his front, grumbling. He looks at the clock on the bedside. 12:24? Huh, he slept right through the morning, obviousl-- wait.]

[Fear sits up, taking in his surroundings. He's in a room. He's on a bed. He hasn't slept on a proper bed since he arrived at the nexus. The room isn't familiar, but something is stirring at the back of his mind.]

...What?


((Locked to deceptive_lulz ))

Coffee Tiemz~

[thefaailure.livejournal.com]

[The Failure is in a lounge with many comfortable couches and sofas, and a little stove. He's making coffee on the stove. Using this pot. A plastic stand holds a plastic filter, which he pours some ground coffee beans in. Pours some water in, and puts it over the fire.

The Failure sits down and turns on the television. He is fascinated by the vibrant colors and crystal clear quality. He's never quite seen anything like it.]

Hmm, The Dark Knight.. It's so.. dark.

[Approximately 45 minutes later, he starts to notice an odd smell wafting through the room. With sudden realization, he turns towards the coffee pot, eyes widened.]

OH MY GOD!! OH SHIT!

[The plastic stand and filter had melted into a clump at the bottom of the glass pot. Failure runs over and turns the stove off. He puts the pot into the sink and pours cold water into it.]

No.... Not again...

[A few minutes later, he has managed to pull the plastic lump out, and starts to work on scrubbing the slightly burned glass pot. The bottom of the pot cracks and gushes out the water it was holding.]

The Failure.......... THE FAILURE!!... URE... URE... URE......

[Yell at him.  Y/N?]

((ooc:  Based on real life event >.>;))

(no subject)

[snakehermit.livejournal.com]

[Snake had been inside the Nexus for a couple of months now. He had no clue how he had managed to withstand it, but he had. It had been difficult, and several things had put him down, yet he found reasons to keep coming back.]

[After the post-Valentines guilt-free workout, he had been tempted further to see if he could find other rooms that may have healther options.]

[What he didn't expect to stumble into was a plush, oversized lounge, filled with armchairs, quiet music, and rich, expensive alcohol. The chairs were in small groups all over the room, with coffee tables in the center of each chairs. There were trays with cocktails, and a generous amounts of food, but it was all highly expensive looking. Cigarettes and cigars were splayed over the tables, and dark chocolate peppered on the trays.]

[The other thing he noticed was his change of dress. Dressed in a dapper suit. It was certainly a change... He kinda liked it.]

Hn...

[He took a seat after an awkward moment of taking in his surroundings, tapping his fingers in a light strum to the music overhead.]


_{((ooc: Have a host/mixed gender club. ;D Open to anyone over 18~ Feel free to mingle. Oh and the dress code? Anything smart.))}

Because Misery loves company. Even if it's a psycopathic book fan who cuts off your foot.

[femmesnake.livejournal.com]

[Diana has not been feeling well today. In fact she recalls taking several aspirin to quell a throbbing headache, which had only gotten worse. Now she's leaning over the porcelain throne in one of the many bathrooms in the Nexus, taking in the sharp smell of toilet bowl cleaner and throwing up the contents of her stomach.]

((OCC: Hold her hair back>? Y/N))

LIKE A NINJA

[iliektentaclez.livejournal.com]

[Solidus decided he'd go for some nice old sword training today.

Not that he wasn't skilled already. He just felt like practicing :v

So he found a room that was perfect; was this a dojo? 8D]

Hyah!

[yes i just typed a lame sound effect He's training with those two swords he has at the end of the game.
He's pretty good, slashing them around in fast motions.


Feel free to come practice with whatever :3]

((ooc: Want to practice your punches and kicks? Your weapon skills? You can practically practice any fighting style here~
There's even an obstacle course and other agility tests here))

HERE

[donttripwire.livejournal.com]

[Viper's in his room/workshop, after having found a lovely Home Depot-esque closet on the seventh floor. He's now tinkering away at his desk setup, knee deep in small cardboard boxes, every surface covered in fragments of parts and tools.

Find out what he's built?]

You can't have a "time-space anamoly" and neglect the "space" part

[codec-mechanic.livejournal.com]

[Otacon is trying to accomplish the formidable feat of fitting a table through an open doorway that is narrower than said table.] Death doesn't work properly in this place. [BANG.] Time doesn't work either. [BANG.] Heck, even logic is taking a vacation. [BANG.]

So why does the law of conservation of mass still apply?

((OOC: He's out in the hallway. Feel free to bother. Or elucidate.))