Hasn't been this many EVA's in one place since the noodle room

[let-mama.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time- May 15th, 1936 to be exact- in a place known as Meridian Idaho, a little blonde girl was created from the rib of man born. ...That's pretty much everything known about her past. She's not even sure herself whether her "real" name is her birth name, or the identity of her parents. Nor how the hell she ended up being raised in a Philosopher-run facility. But whatever!

The point is that the one thing EVA does know about herself is that today is her birthday.

You might begin to hear some loud chatter as you walk through the 4th floor hallway. Despite nothing being planned, a few EVA's have run into each other coincidentally and, one way or another, ended up deciding to celebrating together. A large sign reading-

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM/TANYA/EVA/BIG MAMA/MATKA PLUKU"

-Now hangs in this hall. There's loud music coming from one room- the POOL area- in which there is booze, food/snacks, and a very large cake.

((There are changing rooms and showers in the back for all who want to swim. Everyone else can just lounge around in one of the lawn chairs, dance, eat, get frisky, whatever you want. Anything goes in an EVA party!))

((And by the way, I hereby declare that all Big Bosses/Ocelot's who do not attend should get Swine Flu. It goes without saying that ALL EVA's are invited. Kthnx!))

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[hommealapomme.livejournal.com]

[Kindly.] Here, why don't we sit down and chat? There's no point in being at a party and not enjoying yourself.

Sorry, it's just that I know who happens to kill me in my future. Not that you're not a lovely person. And it is rather hard to hold it personally since death has a revolving door policy here.

[better-disguise.livejournal.com]

...I.. guess it couldn't hurt.

[Tatyana walks over to have a seat at one of many chairs, not looking at the women who are so not her past and future selves having fun.]

It's good to see you again.

[hommealapomme.livejournal.com]

Same here.

I admit, I've been keeping myself scarce ever since Volgin's unsuccessful takeover, but the animosity towards his regime seems to have sufficiently died down for me to show my face again.

And what about you? What have you been doing recently?

[better-disguise.livejournal.com]

Gathering information, killing Raikov, Nothing much. The usual.

So you're still working for Volgin, huh? Does he still have you sorting through paperwork for him?

[hommealapomme.livejournal.com]

[Leonov frowns. She hasn't given him much to start a conversation on. Nevertheless he forges ahead.] Volgin's not going to like that, you know. Heh. Your definition of "nothing" could be very different from mine. It's a pretty unique nexus, after all.

Haven't seen him in a while, which fortunately means less paperwork. But I'm sure he'll have some for me as soon as I run into him.

[Leonov sighs.]

[better-disguize.livejournal.com]

I've mostly just been exploring the building.

[Tatyana gave a small frown of her own now] ...That sounds like him.
I've had the pleasure of meeting two versions of the colonel. One of them even gave me an "assignment" recently.

[hommealapomme.livejournal.com]

It's a big place. Some of the rooms are surprising, so say the least.

What kind of assignment? [He makes a face.] Nothing too distasteful, I hope.

[Though Leonov's not counting on it. He knows what Volgin's idea of fun consists of and he's glad the colonel's never really taken a shine to him.]

[better-disguize.livejournal.com]

That's what I keep hearing. But I've yet to run into any of these so-called "trick" rooms.

[Sighing] He just wants me to round up every Cobra and The Boss in one area, so that he can meet with them.

They can commiserate about having to run favors for Volgin!

[hommealapomme.livejournal.com]

I'm sure if you wander down a hallway opening doors at random, you'll find one that's sufficiently strange. I wouldn't recommend it though. There's quite a few rooms that make you fulfill a sexual requirement in order to get out.

[Leonov tilts his head.] I don't like the sound of that. He must be up to something. [Long sigh.] Which means more paperwork for me.