On the other hand, maybe I should've stuck with Rice-a-Roni...

[codec-mechanic.livejournal.com]

[In the kitchen, Otacon rolls up his shirt-sleeves and washes his hands at the sink.]

It's not really a big deal, when you think about it. I mean, mixing ingredients and monitoring chemical reactions... it's science at work. And I did okay in my college chem classes - everyone destroys a Bunsen burner or two, that's just normal. Okay, how does this go again?

[He consults a sheet of paper that he's placed on the counter next to him. In bright yellow font, it cheerily announces that it's a recipe for:

Chicken Casserole with Pasta!

Ingredients:
* 3 pounds chicken parts
* 6 slices bacon
* 1 can condensed cream of mushroom soup, undiluted
* 1 cup sour cream
* 8 ounces macaroni or other pasta, cooked, hot
* minced parsley for garnish, optional

Preparation:
Arrange chicken, skin-side up, in a 13 X 9 X 2 - inch baking pan. Cut bacon in 2-inch lengths; place over chicken. Bake at 350°, uncovered, for 45 minutes; pour off excess grease.

Combine soup and sour cream; pour over chicken. Continue baking for another 30 minutes. Transfer chicken pieces to a serving dish and mix macaroni with the mushroom-sour cream sauce. Arrange on dish with chicken. Garnish with parsley.

Serves 6.]

[He reads the recipe. And then reads it again. And then a third time.]

... what kind of chicken parts do they want?

((OOC: Help? Please?))

(no subject)

[snakehermit.livejournal.com]

[This Snake had attempted to return to his apartment after seeing Naomi. He had felt bad about making her cry... And with the other thoughts swarming his mind right now, he was unable to focus on anything at all.]

[So of course, surprise hit him when he approached what he believed was his home... But instead, forgot he was on an alternative floor and ended up walking into a different room.]

[At first, he didn't feel any different. It looked like any other room, except there were mirrors on the other side. Snake glanced up, and breathed out a small sigh.]

... [Was his sigh a little higher?]

... Hnn.

[Snake lifted his hand up to his throat, eyes widening when he noticed how small his hands were. He paniced momentarily, until he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.]

... Shit.


_{((ooc: Age altering room. I'm sorry if this has been done before~ As soon as you step in, you become either significantly older than you are, or significantly younger. As long as there is a noticable difference in your appearance. It doesn't effect your personality, however. It lasts for three days. Have fun with a fifteen year old David. 8D))}

AKHLAKSFJALKA

[f-x-nine.livejournal.com]

[This post is typed painstakingly slow, on account of F.X. only having one hand to type with.]

[F.X. enters his and endlesswarfare's 4th floor "office" with the bloody stump of his right arm covered in his suit jacket.

Something has gone wrong.]

Vermon! Vermon, I need-- heck with it. John! WE HAVE A SITUATION.




[ooc: For endlesswarfare, obviously. Do not interfere.]

[Tickled...]

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

[It's a rarely seen Old Snake slithering around the Nexus. The last few times he went out he ended up sinning so he figured it would be for the best that he stay home for a while. Of course...while at home he sinned some more and slept for a couple of days: sloth. Now he's out to get a little exercise and take a look around.]

[He's noticed that everything's gone...pink.]

Can...anyone else see that?

D:

[poisonedfear.livejournal.com]

[Fear is stumbling through the hallways, delirious and in a lot of pain. After the evil Big Boss injected him with retcon nanomachines, and had F X Nine retcon his coordination and send him into a ballpit, he got out (finally) and decided to wander around aimlessly.]


((OOC: BECAUSE FEAR IS MILDLY NUTS RIGHT NOW. AND LB NEEDS TO FIND HIM Y/Y))