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[originalmiller.livejournal.com]

Alright, Snake. You already know the basics of my training and the levels I make my pupils undergo. If you're up for the challenge, you can grin and bear the chilling breeze of Alaskan summers.

[Miller swats a large stick down to the floor, making the snow flare up around it.]

Let's get you warmed up. Fifty laps.


_{((ooc: Curious? Maybe you feel like you've been lacking in the training department. Or maybe YOU LACK DISCIPLINE! Come on by to the Alaska room and get kicked into shape again. 8D))}

Back to "normal".

[elisula.livejournal.com]

24 hours has passed since her venture into the mirror room, and Elisa is back to feeling like her old self again.

She's currently at the beach, lounging on top of a blanket and under an umbrella (Because sunburn isn't nice at all). She wears a simple white swimsuit and her hair up in a ponytail.

Why the beach? Because it doesn't seem like the kind of place that Fox would come strolling along. After she acted coldly to him, called him a hypocrite, and uh... gave her not-dad a striptease (Nothing creepy about that at all!) Elisa is less-than-eager to face her boyfriend at the moment. Ursula suggesting that she still has feelings for Big Boss doesn't really help, either. Considering how she was much too busy sleeping to notice him on memorial day, and she hasn't spoken to him as herself in quite some time, avoiding him further probably isn't for the best, but.... too many things have happened.

Elisa COULD have handled the stress by having a drink or being a hermit, but relaxing at the beach (or trying to) sounded much more healthy.

((She could really use a life some new friends/more people to talk to. Come chat if you want, or just relax on the sand. Open to all.))

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[smellslikesssss.livejournal.com]

[There's a man sitting in the lobby, snoring. He's clearly asleep. He also happens to have bandages wrapped tightly around his one arm, and they're a bit bloody.

He's mumbling something.]

Mrngh... LIQUID!... zzz

[He goes back to sleep.]

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[sweetlilmonster.livejournal.com]

[ seated on the floor in the hallway,  Adrian is busily squirting glue to pieces papper and sticking un-cooked pieces of pasta and noodles to them. The boy is also covered with blotches of glue.]

Ha ha!

[ he also may be eating paste]

[[Make macaroni pictures with him? y/n?]]

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[rivalsaserpent.livejournal.com]

[This was unfamiliar, this hallway, these walls. He lifted his head from the floor staring for a few moments into the endless white that surrounded. This was an odd dream compared to the many nights he spent waking up from the usual dreamless sleep.

He could remember the night before he slept, the rain barely coming to an end before he found himself in this place. Each click from his slowed footfalls started to break his train of thought, was that an open door?

Hmm.]

Boring? Yeah, right!

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[It had been a couple of weeks since running into her room generated kid (who had since disappeared again), but the short amount of time she was in contact with her apparent son weighed heavily in her mind. It wasn't because of the fact that there was the possibility that she was going to have a kid, despite the fact that Natalia never wanted kids of her own. And it wasn't even because the father was apparently Fear, a man she somehow despised and yearned for at the same time. No, what had her in a quandary was that her own son referred to her as boring. And a nag. And a drunk.

Now, normally Natalia knew better to not look into the odder things of the nexus too much. Her AI common knowledge was too good for that. However, this was bothering her far more than it should have. With as work-obsessed as she was, was she losing sight of herself? Even if she was proud that her father put all of his faith into his line of work, he never changed who he was.

Natalia knew she was a bitch, and didn't really care if anyone else saw her that way as well. Kept people from taking advantage of her. However, one thing she was NOT, was boring! Her rebellious days of her pre-teens and teens were proof of that! But apparently, even her possible future family only referred to her as boring, naggy, and drunk. Sure, Natalia might be far more dedicated to serving her life on duty more than anything else, but no one would want to be exclusively remembered by those terms!]

[So this not-so-friendly neighborhood FROG soldier is currently venting her frustration over the matter by...surprisingly not drinking. No, instead she's shooting at bunch of pop cans, gathered from her very messy room, positioned around one of the lesser populated hallways of the nexus. If she sees you, she might give a half-ass attempt to be a little nicer to you, than she usually is with most strangers. Any friends of hers would be appreciated too. Surely not all of her friends felt the same way about her, right? If you're an enemy though? Yeah, don't expect any different from her. You are "the enemy" after all. ]

[Also, you might want to watch your step. She is shooting, after all. :|]

Knowledge is Power

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[Big Boss waits for so_damn_stoic in the usual place: a kitchen.]

[He hopes that Null made mental list of 'c' words for review. John's ready to start teaching him 'd' and 'e' words, assuming that he's ready.]

*~How Lovely~*

[kuwalovely.livejournal.com]

[And here's Colonel Volgina somehow broadcasting herself through the nexus's sound system using her technology-hacking electrical abilities.]

Make sure to stop by the kitchen today, culture-deprived lovely ladies and gentlemen alike, for here you shall see the most stunning display of culture and etiquette seen in the nexus in an extremely long time.

[A huge table has been laid out all nice and proper with fancy tablecloth, delicious-looking pastries and treats, and... a strange-looking contraption. Is it a nuclear warhead? Is it the Metal Gear Teapot?!

( IT'S....! )

[A sign hangs above the entrance, hung on fancy lace ribbon. It reads, ~Must be this lovely to enter~. A photo is attached to the sign for reference.]