Frollo for your thoughts?

[bringsuffering.livejournal.com]

[You may notice a Pain carrying a Sorrow down the hallway. He's looking for a room where he can stash him until he wakes up; one that will have a good supply of painkillers or be locked. His thoughts center on his fight with Alek and his last time with Fear, although he worries about Sorrow waking up too early and misunderstanding what happened to him. Better for everyone he stayed alive with his new smile. Easier for all of them.]

[When he's done, he finds a room that showed signs of being forced open with a knife. Interesting. It's out of the way and, he suspects, will be a good place to do some finishing medical work on Sorrow's new Glasgow smile.

He opens the door and steps in, shifting Sorrow more comfortably when he notices something wrong with his hands...]

Huh.

[Where'd the scars go?]

[[I got permission from scrib to go ahead with the Sorrowing since the thread is going slowly x3 So, Disney room!  You come in, you turn into a Disney character, hilarity ensues. Lasts for as long as you want. Feel free to comment on Sorrow's situation or ignore the Cobra hijinks to ruin Disney forever while doing other things.]]

I will convert this Nexus one CQC knockout at a time.

[myothertwins.livejournal.com]

[So there's a considerably butch woman with a huge rack an eyepatch going through the halls, dragging along what appears to be an unconscious soldier. Nevermind about that; business as usual around here.

But she is yelling into her radio.]

Campbell! Where the hell is that truck?



((told you, Lucky.))

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[systemismine.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind Ocelot. He's just sitting out on the rooftop garden, reclined in a chair rather elegently... smoking a cigar...

In Para-Medic's body.]

[He couldn't get used to the feeling of a bra, so he's just lounging in one of his shirts which was far too large for his womanly body.]

[At least he could empathise with EVA now... Breasts were heavy things to have.]

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[injectingly.livejournal.com]

[Naomi is in the nexus library, sat behind a huge stack of periodicals; there's a couple of editions of the American Journal Of Inaccurate Genetics, a lot of editions of Nanotechnology For Aspiring Supervillains - mostly from the early 2010s - and one of Anachrohistory, left open at an article about the space race. Top of her pile, though, are some perfectly mundane periodicals about neurochemistry; it's clearly her brother's plight that's really weighing on her mind.

The morning's newspaper is also open on the desk in front of her; it's a February 2010 copy of the Washington Post. Yesterday's was October 1946. Nexus newspapers are as temporally varied as the inhabitants, but it is usually the Washington Post. Naomi's only been reading the sports section, as she suspects the rest of the paper is a Patriot lie.

One has to wonder if the nexus issues library fines, but given the building's usual nature and temperament, she doesn't want to chance finding out. Best do all her reading here, then.]


((OOC: Bother Naomi, or just drop by to look for something to read. :D))

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[liquidfatale.livejournal.com]

[The female Liquid is currently sitting on the roof, sighing as she looks down at the "ground" from all the way up here. There wasn't many fun things to do here, especially since she hadn't seen her brother in a few days.]

This place is so boooring.

[She frowned, leaning her chin on her hands.



Come chill on the roof :v]

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[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[After switching bodies with her most hated enemy in the nexus (yes, after getting killed by him once, and finding her lover mutilated by him another time, even the enemy had nothing on him), Natalia decided that perhaps the best way of getting her revenge would be as posing as the evil Fear himself. She wasn't quite sure what she was going to do with the body, but she figure that at the very least, she could find out some information.]

[However, after experimenting with the stealth in the suit for far too long, she found herself to be experiencing the worst kind of hunger she ever had in her life. Was this why the Fears were constantly eating? What the hell was up with their stomachs anyways? She didn't know, but for damned certain she was going to get some food. So at the moment, you might fight this fake Fear mowing down on food in the kitchen. She didn't know how the hell the Fears managed to stay so damned skinny, but she didn't care if she got fat from all the food she was eating. It wasn't like this was her actual body anyways.]

[Depending on who enters the kitchen though, Natalia may ask some questions...or at least try to start some conflict. After all, what good was this opportunity if she couldn't stir a little shit for that Fear to enjoy when he came back?]