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[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Dave is making his way through the lobby of the first floor, as it is still the place he returns to, hoping that he can find a way out and back to his time, but as always this is not the case. He's a little overheated so he's wandering around in a t-shirt and shorts, barefoot. His feet are silent against the tile since he's so used to nearly a lifetime of sneaking.]

[He's got this irritating pain in the pit of his stomach that refuses to go away. It's making living more difficult that it already is. Maybe he's ill...he's been abusing his body so much lately, he honestly can't tell. It could be a sickness or just the pain of sobriety. Only a proper physician could tell.  Regardless, he's out and about and looking for something to do. He's smart enough, for once, to not look for entertainment in random rooms so he's keeping to the lobbies and halls.]

[As he wanders aimlessly, he fiddles with his dog tags. He thinks that maybe he should trade one with fault_is_mine sometime. He also wonders if he should check the closets for his friend. It's no fun dressing himself.]

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[snakehermit.livejournal.com]

[He's not an Otacon, but he's looking a bit lost himself. There was only so much a man could do sitting around while waiting to heal. He had to get out.]

[He raises an eyebrow at his older self.]

Aren't you cold?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Hn? [Dave turns to face...another Dave. A beat up Dave.]

What happened to you?

_{No, I feel too warm...not sure why.}

[snakehermit.livejournal.com]

I got into a fight. I don't want to go into the details.

[He wheeled towards him.] Warm? Hmh... You got a fever?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Musta been pretty bad. [If he thinks about it long enough, he draws the conclusion that this other Snake was up against a Big Boss.]

I don't know. Maybe?

Usually I feel cold out here, but not today. The tile feels nice and cool.

[snakehermit.livejournal.com]

Not as bad as it looks. Thankfully.

Hmh... That doesn't sound good. You been checked out by a doctor lately?

[He eyed him up and down. He definately didn't look 'right'.]

[thatwhitedevil.livejournal.com]

[Raiden is trailing behind Snake, testing his sneaking skills.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He knows that Raiden is there. He can smell him...]

[thatwhitedevil.livejournal.com]

[Raiden really needs to stop borrowing Rose's shampoo and conditioner. But lilacs... mmm...]

[Still, he doesn't know Snake can tell he's there, so he just keeps on sneaking behind him.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He pauses in his tracks and decides to mess with him a bit.]

[Sniff, Sniff.]

Raiden. NO- Rose?

[thatwhitedevil.livejournal.com]

[He quickly halts his movement when he realizes his presence is known.]

...You were right with your first guess.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[Ill? Well, that's obviously not a good thing. Jane's doctor senses go off!]

Looking for something?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Hn? [He turns toward Para-Medic.]

Nno. Just...out, trying to cool off.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Cool off? Any reason why?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Because I feel warm. [He thought that part was obvious.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She reaches to put the back of her hand against his forehead.]

Well, walking around certainly won't help you cool off, at all. It'll actually burn more STAMINA, so maybe you should sit down somewhere to cool off. Otherwise, you might pass out.

[She removes her hand with a smile.]

Which certainly won't be good for anyone, will it?

Because throwing a character that really has nothing to do with you at you is fun :D

[host-of-sorrows.livejournal.com]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Hn?

[He glances around wondering where that voice came from...]

[smellslikesssss.livejournal.com]

You look like you could use a shave, buddy.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Hrn.

[He rubs his fuzzy chin with his right hand.]

_Maybe~

[smellslikesssss.livejournal.com]

[Plisken searches through his outfit, before pulling out a razor.]

Here, man.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Thanks, but no thanks. I got my own back home...

[fault-is-mine.livejournal.com]

......Dave?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He turns to face the man when he hears his name being called by a familiar voice.]

Yes, Hal?

[fault-is-mine.livejournal.com]

...what are you doing?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Walking on this cool tile...trying to cool off.

...

_...What?