Til human voices wake us

[stutteringotaku.livejournal.com]

[When Otacon woke, it was to a brief stab of pain in his chest and then... nothing.]

[There was cool tile under his back and bright white lighting overhead; a heavy leather coat was wrapped around him, its weight familiar.  The hall was very quiet.]

[He sat up and looked around, one of his hands finding its way over to his chest, where a bullet should be.  It was gone, and the only sign that it had ever been there was a small whitish mark on his skin.  Otherwise, his skin was smooth and whole and there was nothing that would have marked him as having returned from the dead.  There was no sign of the bullet that went through his heart; no sign of Liquid's bullet.]

[Maybe that was a mercy.]

[The engineer stood on unsteady feet and started to make his way down the corridor.  James, he had to find James, his poor James who thought that he was dead.  He'd only wanted to keep everyone from getting hurt, but he remembered the look in James' eyes before he pulled the trigger and knew that he hadn't stopped anyone from hurting.  He may have even made it worse, and that wouldn't have surprised him at all.  It wouldn't have surprised him if that was just his curse working in a different way.]

[But first, he had to find James.  Then maybe he could see what damage had been done.]

A beast of many tricks

[oldbeast.livejournal.com]

[Inside the kitchen of the first floor is an Old Snake. He is currently busying himself with various cooking tasks. Each item of food was for different occasions. To see this Snake in particular up and about was quite rare indeed, but there was something different about him today; his approach to life had taken a different turn of events, as though he had been re-purposed. Up until the events of his near suicide back home -almost feels like a lifetime ago now since he joined this building- he had been out of sorts as to what direction his life should go in. After shouldering his guilt over what happens to Hal and Sunny in the future over his death, he felt as though he didn't deserve to find happiness... but he wants to put things right, to make up for all his failures in his life.]

[So he has turned to cooking, seeing as many individuals in the Nexus have a particular soft spot for home-made meals other than Rose's cooking. It is a task he has become quite good at, and has even helped with his arthritis.]

[As of right now, there were two trays of peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies cooling on the counter and he was currently preparing a lasagna for anyone who decides to drop by.]



_{((ooc: He's hoping to see dontshakeplz and throughrunning but anyone is welcome.))}

First impressions... are not always correct.

[tobeasgods.livejournal.com]

 [Zero, as the founder and head of the original UMA club, was often to be found checking the more... intriguing of rooms for possible sightings of UMAs. He may have been getting on in years but he was more than capable of navigating, for instance, the Tselinoyarsk room. He was simply glad there weren't any enemies to deal with in those rooms. That would have been too annoying.

As it was, he had another purpose today. Two of them, really. Firstly, to find new recruits. And secondly, to find information. Surely, in a place such as this, there must be people who have encountered beasts such as the feared Megatherium!

Well, he has a third purpose. There's a room he's interested in that he might need to get SIGINT working on. No, he'll totally need to get SIGINT working on it. But it would make a perfect base of operations. After all, it seems to be hooked up to- wait, what was that on the cameras?]

...oh my.

[He stares at the couple having sex in the halls for a moment or two before fiddling with the controls until the video feed slipped to another corridor. It seemed that the room was hooked into the security cameras. Interesting. That could be useful, too. And maybe with the computers in there, they could make it a decent base of operations. Or maybe not. He'd have to see.

More importantly, there were filing cabinets! Real, old filing cabinets! And a table. And chairs. Uncomfortable chairs, no less. This was perfect.

Zero didn't even notice that he'd left the door wide open behind him while that extremely filthy scene had been on the cameras... That could look wrong. Especially since he stared at it for so long.]