Nothing to see here, folks.

[justatuna.livejournal.com]

[There's a giant big-eye tuna in the middle of the hall. Looks pretty dead.]




((All post-2006 Philanthropy members might want to take a peek at my journal post before responding. Everyone else- feel free to poke the tuna. Or not.))

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[aheavysmoker.livejournal.com]

[There's a giant fish in the hall. Of course there's a giant fish in the hall. There's also a severed hand, a Big Boss rabbit, and several talking Metal Gears. Whatever. This is life in the nexus.]

[But just as she was about to walk past it, a memory occurs to her...]

[Nastasha stops in front of the giant tuna, cigarrette in hand. To say that she feels weird about talking to a dead fish would be an understatement.]

...Hello..?

[justatuna.livejournal.com]

.......

[aheavysmoker.livejournal.com]

You're... Mr. McGolden, correct?

[justatuna.livejournal.com]

*How...?*

...

[Doesn't respond.]

[whyishesoblond.livejournal.com]

[Blondie recognises the stench before he sees the fish. He wrinkles his nose.]

A big-eye?

What's an Alaskan tuna doing here?

[He squats down beside the tuna. It's too far gone to eat, he decides.]

1/2

[justatuna.livejournal.com]

[...Strange...]

[Gary heard the footsteps. He can hear a voice, too. But... he doesn't feel any kind of presence nearby. This is strange. Strange, and... familiar.]

[...It can't be... from Shadow Moses...]

[IT'S ONE OF THE GREYS! But no.... no! Not another abduction!]

..STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY EARS! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE RINGING.

2/2

[justatuna.livejournal.com]

[Did you know that tuna can sprout legs and run away? Now you do!]

[screamingdolls.livejournal.com]

Ugh! What is that horrible stench!

[She looked down and saw the dead fish]

...

[She uses her powers to slide the dead fish down the hallway as she searched for a place to dispose of it]

[justatuna.livejournal.com]

[WHY THE HELL IS HE MOVING??? D8]

*Doesn't run just yet*

[screamingdolls.livejournal.com]

Of all the tings to show up here! [Grumbles]

[Opens doors along the way as she looks for a place to dispose of the fish]

Ah! Here we are!

[She had found a room that had a giant garbage disposal in the middle of the floor and a switch on the wall that could be used to activate it]

Say goodbye my little stinky friend!

[justatuna.livejournal.com]

*"Goodbye"...? Wait- what's that noise..?*

....

[justatuna.livejournal.com]

HOLYSHIT, NO! W-WAIT!

[Wiggles his legs out of the tuna, trying desperately to get free! D8]

[thatkindofguy]

Something to eat!

[justatuna.livejournal.com]

*Oh Christ. Who the hell would eat a giant fish off of the floor? Unless...*

*THE GREYS.*

...WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME???

[thatkindofguy]

FOO- wait.

Why are you talking?

[justatuna.livejournal.com]

...Why are YOU talking?

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She looks at the fish with a frown.]

Poor thing! Who would leave you in the middle of the hall?

[justatuna.livejournal.com]

Take me to your leader.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[Did it... just talk?

Normally that would be weird to her, but she met a talking soup can a few weeks back so, she expects the unexpected.]

I don't have a leader. Unless you mean the President-- Lyndon B. Johnson isn't here though, I'm sure.

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

[...A fish?]

Are you a talking fish, or can I use you for soup and sushi?

[justatuna.livejournal.com]

....

I'm just a tuna.

And I've started to rot. Not too tasty anymore, sorry.

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

Actually, you can make some really good sauces out of rotting fish. I bet if I got on the internet, I could find the recipe~

And how come you're talking if you're rotting? I believe life is required for speech, sir fish.

Before Tabula Rasa

[foxhoundmantis.livejournal.com]

[Mantis can hear the tuna's thoughts.]



[Mantis cannot normally hear the thoughts of dead fish.]

Oh, it's just a box.

[justatuna.livejournal.com]

["Box"? What's he talking about...?]

*The tuna doesn't move*

[foxhoundmantis.livejournal.com]

Nothing at all. [The tuna starts slowly sliding down the hall.]