Time to check in...

[starofchaos]

[Liquid hadn't been "home" in two days.

After seeing Rex on the roof, he'd come to the conclusion that if nothing else, he needed to get someone to feed him. In his infinite malice, he'd picked the perfect victim for that. It was a fitting revenge. Either the dinosaur would eat him or he'd be traumatised by it. At any rate, it would be hard work for the man to avoid getting eaten. Rex didn't respond well to people other than him.

Gradually, he'd come to the conclusion that he needed to call Ocelot as well. The man would probably be thinking he was dead. Holing up inside one of the common rooms, he sat behind the door and sent out a call. At least he had his father's number...]

(Calling fancy_shooting  and snakednake  - separately, of course. If you want to bother him, go ahead, but mentions of his drunken speech will result in violence for most people.)

NO STAIRWAY

[little-no-more.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere in the first floor lobby, John is practicing for his next awesome disguise. How so, you ask? Well, by plugging his guitar in and playing along...clumsily with some classics such as "Smoke in the Water" by Deep Purple, "Rock You Like a Hurricane" by The Scorpions, "Crazy Train" by Ozzy Osbourne, and "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns and Roses. In other words, songs that pretty much any guitarist attempts to play when they start. And obviously the guy was an amateur as not only did he slow down a lot of the sections, but also bungled a few of the notes.]

Damn!

[However, even if he did suck, there was a method to showing the whole world this. If everyone thought he sucked now, just wait until he was a master next month! Yes, next month! He planned to do most of his practicing with his acoustic at his own room, and maybe actually write a decent song or two. Maybe even write a song for his girlfriend. Girls liked that kind of thing, didn't they? But between playing the known classics (badly), he had a song of his own he worked on. It went a little something like this...]

♫ My dad is gay for a...Romanian vampire
And I fear his mind has...gone through the deep fryer!

Oh!

What happened to his brain?

Oh!

I think he's gone insane!

Whoaaa!

He's got to...smite the Twilight!

Uh!

Smite the Twilight!

Yeah!

Smite the Twilight!

Smite the Twilight from his liiiiiiiiiiiife~ ♫

[He started in a mutter, but as he approached the chorus, he unwittingly got louder and louder. Subtlety is John's strong suit, what are you talking about? But you'd think the horrible lyrics would have some good guitar licks? No, not so much. He learned from the internet that any song ever only needs four chords. Feel free to point and laugh. Or be annoyed.]