obligatory fourth of july post

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[HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY EVERYONE!]

[Come to the roof to do American things! Like have cookouts, and eat watermelon. Stay for the fireworks, too.]

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[She nearly falls in front of him, but thankfully, she can firmly plant her feet onto the ground before she does. She turns to him with a wary look, not really knowing what to think of this Raikov. He is much more different than she one she knows,much more different than Ivanya.]

Alright. [She doesn't know really want to show him. Thankfully, the Nexus is big enough that she can walk around a bit, pretending she knows where she is going. She'll need that stalling time to figure out what to do.]

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It's just wall after wall, woman.

[He doesn't even bother using her name because he's not sure that's who she is. And he has a Makarov at the ready for fear she'll lead him to a trap...

(Raikov kind of likes his freedom now that he has it again and would like to keep it.)]

Where's the way out?

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Be patient.

[Her eyes look around. Think Jane, think. The hallways seem longer and longer, then she figures maybe she should show him a room. A room might help her prove what's going on somewhat.

She stops in front of a door.]

I-- this won't prove that we're from different years, but... it will prove that this place is all-too-superhuman.

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Get on with it.

[Muscles tensed, suspicious of a trap. Because this is all too strange to take in.]

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[She has no idea what room this is, so she takes a deep breath and opens the door. She hopes that this will make him believe somehow.

The minute she steps in, she notice she's a bit colder and--]



[She's standing in front of Raikov. In her undergarments.]

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[He stops. And he stares. It's not like he wants to stare, either, but he feels absolutely compelled to because he was pretty sure she wasn't in her underwear when she stepped through that door.]

...Put your clothes back on, woman; I'm not interested.

[Raikov's so taken off guard that it's the first thing he can think of.]

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[She whirls around to look at him.]

I'm not interested, either! The room did this, believe it or not.

[skazka-get.livejournal.com]

You're talking out of your cunt again.

[Raikov steps forward to meet her in the room, and the way he squares his shoulders, it's almost as if he's trying to intimidate her into telling the truth.]

How could a room do--

[He crosses the threshold and, well...]

...

[This is weird because he's pretty sure he had his officer's visor cap and uniform jacket on just a second ago.]

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[She hates when he says that. Especially since she is in fact, telling the truth. He doesn't have to say things like that.

The moment he steps in and a few of his clothes disappear, a small smile appears on his face. She crosses her arms over her chest and looks at him, saying nothing.]

[skazka-get.livejournal.com]

What the hell...?

[This doesn't make sense, and immediately without thinking about it much he exits the room. Maybe...maybe it was just a trick of light or some mind game and...

Raikov enters back in just to be sure.]

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...

[Well, hm.]

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[She looks down at Raikov and--]

What on God's green Earth...?

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...This is some dream.

[In the end, this is the only thing he can really classify it as because nothing is making much sense.]

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Everyone thinks that at first.

[She tears her eyes away from his... 'outfit of choice'. She looks back up at his face.]

Trust me, it's far from that.

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[Crossing his arms, he looks around the room with great and obvious displeasure.]

Experimental military facility, then.

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That could actually make sense. [Very well knowing how Raikov is, she doesn't cross her arms over her chest like she would normally do in this room. They're both not interested, she knows he isn't going to oggle her and undress her with his eyes.]

Or it could be an experimental human facility.

[skazka-get.livejournal.com]

True.

[Somehow, that's even less good. He continues looking around the room, though there's little to offer, simply to not look at Para-Medic. That's not something he wants to see, though he blames her very little if she's ogling him at the moment.]

...Wonder who's behind it.

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I don't think anybody knows or will know. There have been people who have been here longer than me and they still don't understand it.

[She notices him looking around the room, and cranes her head to look around, as well.]

Everyone tells me that they've gotten used to it. I don't think I could get used to turning into a guy, or singing songs I have no idea about but somehow know every word. [She looks at Raikov will a small smile.] The cinema is nice, though.

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That's weird. But there's a cinema here? What the hell would they show?

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[She gives him a look as if he is an alien.]

Movies. What else?

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[Venusian, woman :V]

What kind of movies, Para-Medic.

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[But not the crab kind.]

All kinds of movies. I'm sure if you want to watch it, they'll have it.

/does not salute to Para-Medic

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...I don't believe you.

[Is it possible to have whatever in this place that comes to mind? How do they house it, or get it here, or know that someone wants it...?]

DOUCHEBAG >:|

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

What's not to believe? [She motions around the room.] This room just took most of your clothes off. That should be enough evidence!

<3333

[skazka-get.livejournal.com]

It's not hard to take my clothes off. It's one thing to remove clothes. Vapors. Something. [He doesn't actually know.] But it's one thing to have cinema on hand!

By the way, I like my uniform and want it back. Get it back to me, Para-Medic, if that's who you say you are.