[DATING SIM] A chance to destroy a nice, romantic atmosphere

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[Look, a chance to see that rare creature--a somewhat content (Love Interest) Mantis! He's found himself a massive outdoor concert hall, an orchestra warming up on stage. Out on the lawn seats, with a blanket and a special someone and the stars twinkling in the sky, it could be really quite romantic.

Mantis is sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair under the canopy, muttering about acoustics.

And the program starts. Go be romantic with someone who is not Mantis, for the love of Christ (obvious exception aside).]

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[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Love interest Liquid finds a tan blanket on the grass.]

[In the interim since escaping the harem, he has acquired desert camo fatigue pants, and somehow found his gun again. Father gave it to him. He is not letting it go.]

[He lies down on the blanket with a sigh and stares up at the stars.]

Nice weather, nice music, no crazed Russians with their sights set on my crotch. Not bad, all considering.

Not a stalker. Honest. Really.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[He's telling himself he's just here to check up on him. That's all.]

[lightly coughs] Ah- Hey, Liquid.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid opens one eye.]

[No threat. He relaxes.]

Hello, Dr. Emmerich.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

--Getting you at a bad time?
[motions towards the gun]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

Hm?

[touches the gun at his waist, as if reassuring himself it's there]

No. It's a standard soldier's accessory. Aren't you used to it yet?

[3generations.livejournal.com]

Heh, well..

[rubs his neck] You'd think I would be, by now.

Anyway-

[It's clear he's just being an annoyance to him, or so he thinks, and he lightly shrugs]

I'm going to see if there's any other orchestras in this room.

-I'll see you around, I guess.

[Smooth one. He mentally facepalms and turns around, wondering what the hell's gotten into him recently]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid waves his hand lazily.]

What's your hurry?

[3generations.livejournal.com]

-Well. I don't want to interrupt you, y'know.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

As you can see, I'm busy with very important terrorist things.

Sit down.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

Obviously.

...

[sits down next to him, leaving a respectable enough distance away]

...I wouldn't take you for a fan of classical, actually.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

Snake's the Philistine. I'm just not picky.

[Liquid sighs contentedly, enjoying the cool air, the music, and the peace.]

It's good to be free.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

-- [starts laughing]
I don't know if I'd call him that, but... you can't account for taste. I mean, a million people, a million opinions, right?
At least I think that's how it goes...

[settles back on the ground a bit, listening]

[softly] I'd imagine it is, yeah.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

Brother probably prefers stoic silence he can "..." in.

[Liquid rolls his head to the side to look at him.]

You would know. You've been held hostage before.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[smirks a little at that]

[pushes his glasses up to hide said smirk] I don't think that's always the case..

..Hm.

[falls backwards and lays down on the ground, looking up at the stars]

Yeah, I guess you're right.

It's funny, actually- I had forgotten all about that, if you can believe that.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

You would know better than I would.

[Liquid's eyebrows rise.]

You had?

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[laughs a little at that]

[nods to the second bit]
Well, yeah. That's not exactly something to dwell over.

And besides. I'm happier now- I guess things happen for a reason. Not that I'm advocating being held hostage, but..

If I wasn't there, I wouldn't have met Dave. Or you. Or been swept into everything here.

I'm not complaining.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[is silent for a while.]

[laughs quietly]

You're really something else, Doctor.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[doesn't bother sitting up, but tears his gaze from the sky to look over at him]

What do you mean-?


[looks back up]

[softly] You don't need to call me Doctor, y'know. Otacon works better.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

There aren't many who could look at that experience for the positive.

[looks over at him]

Right, that pet name brother uses.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[pushes his glasses up]
I'd like to think there's something positive about that, anyway.

[doesn't notice the look, but he frowns slighty]
It's not a pet name- it's my codename. Y'know, how you use Liquid?
Besides, it's a very respectable convention.




And anyway, I never liked my real name.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

Not the way brother uses it.

What's wrong with Hal?

[3generations.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't think that's true.


[starts laughing at that last bit] Yours isn't worse than mine.
Ever watch 2001: A Space Odyssey? My father- he loved that movie. During the latter part of it, there's a sentient computer that runs the entire spaceship- it's name is HAL. Eventually, it winds up killing one of the two astronauts on board, just to get 'killed' by another one.

[sighs] I hate that movie.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

That movie.

A mad machine. I can see why you wouldn't like it.

[He raises up on one elbow and looks at him.]

Is it worse than James Bond?

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[Nods]
Mhm.

[looks up and over at him]

I'd think so. At least people can understand James Bond.
Besides-[pushes up his glasses]
-unless your real name is Octapussy, I think you're in good shape.

[smiles, a little]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

You're not supposed to understand Kubrick. Pretentious bastard.

[He falls back and laughs]

You make a good point.

[+10 for not making fun of his name.]