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comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com

The trouble with places like Nexus is that there's all kinds of room for creativity, and that creativity can lead to some...unusual circumstance. Bored with all this lovey-dovey drama, Nexus has created a new room with a most unusual effect. It seems someone had left a book of fairy tales out or suchlike, and now this room is bent on making those tales come to life.

[[OOC: Event! Fairy Tale Ending Room. You are either the princess or the prince, and you can be any princess/prince from any fairy tale you care to draw up from the brothers Grimm or anywhere else in the world. Depending on what princess or prince you choose to be, your character will befall the same fate as your chosen royalty before they were rescued. Appropriate costumes entirely optional, but strongly recommended for full effect.

Have fun. Get creative. Let True Love's Kiss run rampant!]]

viscous-serpent.livejournal.com

[Welcome to wedding hell.

The moment you step inside this room, one of two things will happen.

a) you're getting married! It should be the happiest day of your life, except... why the fuck are you getting married?

OR

b) you've been married a long time and you just now realised it! Out of nowhere the knowledge appears in your head. You are married to INSERT NAME HERE. You live at INSERT ROOM NUMBER HERE. Whether they know it or not...

Let the chaos begin!

...there will be cake for all the unhappy couples, of course.]

comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com

You've heard of these cafes. The costumes and the themes. But you've never seen one, have you? Never had the joy of being waited upon by waiters and waitresses decked out only in the finest of faux-Victorian style. It's a real treat to see them flouncing about and looking so cute~

So come on by to the Maid Cafe!

[[OOC: I don't know if this has been done before, but I could not resist. Maid Cafe! Your character can either be an employee or a customer, and there are some pretty basic rules for both. A customer must be waited upon by at least one person and those who are designated employees must not only be dressed the part, but also wait on at least three people. There will be a counter above them for this to aid in the task.

Go forth. Have fun. Get frilly.]

starofchaos

[Depending on where you are in the Nexus today, and at what time, you might run into one of two rather odd "women". Tired of sitting on the backburner due to Ocelot, Liquid needed a way to complete his investigations. The Miller disguise was old and useless now. Therefore...

...there had to be another option. Without any idea of where Octopus had gotten to lately (really, he hadn't been seen in months) he'd tried his amazing and fantastic disguise skills once more!

Nobody would think it was him if he were disguised as a woman, right? Especially one that was rarely seen in his experience.

Of course, he wasn't going to go through the humiliation of being one again. For one thing, three days of being a woman was annoying. For another, it could never be said that Liquid Snake backed down from a challenge! And the first disguise was challenging indeed. Wolf was not easy to mimic. Stuffing his shirt would not work with her, since she never zipped it up. So fake breasts were acquired and strapped on, hair-extensions added, and a sniper rifle retrieved. The suit was uncomfortable, however. Some adjustments had to be made to prevent his junk from being either crushed or visible. At least the other woman, the one he hadn't seen in a long time, would be easier. Strangelove looked almost like a man to begin with. However the shortness of her hair was a problem. Not to mention the colour. At last he settled on a wig. And thus he slipped out into the Nexus to try to find out three things: who the hell kept stealing his Ocelot, who had his dogtag and whether there were any plots against him.

At least his disguse was impeccable. Nobody should know it was him. ~~Yeah. Right.~~]

(ooc: so yes, uh. Liquid is disguised as either Sniper Wolf or Strangelove depending on the time of day. Feel free to come across either of them. Be warned for bad attempts at female voices and feel free to pop those fake tits.)

wantsnoodles.livejournal.com

[DONUTS EVERYWHERE]

Current Mood: chipper

squeakysandman.livejournal.com

[Alright, who filled the first-floor basement with eerie naked mannequins?]

snakehermet.livejournal.com

Watching movies has been an ingrained habit ever since Snake was a kid. Being raised by Doctor Clark meant that he became inspired by the 1980s action flicks of the era and the sci-fi fantasy genre that originally sparked so much inspiration in his youthful mind. It's a hobby he has no qualms about sharing, but it's still an embarrassing secret of his that very few seem to know. Philanthropy welcomed his inherent nerdism, as they all had their own subjects they enthusiast over: Mei-Ling with her aircrafts and proverbs, Otacon with his computer games and programming, Nastasha and her weaponry expertise and literary finesse...

Recalling on such memories made Snake realize just how lonely he was here. It was no surprise he found himself giving up and resorting to the hermit lifestyle in his too empty apartment once more. None of his friends were here, and if they were, they weren't his.

A beer in his hand, Snake is currently seated on the couch in his apartment. For once, he's not dressed to fight, but adorns a relaxed pair of jeans and t-shirt with a faded print. With his bare feet stretched out in front of him, the soldier can feel his eyes droop at the shoddy visuals of the movie currently playing on his large television screen - which just so happens to be Terminator 2. The apartment itself is littered with instant noodles, tighter clothing strewn across the furniture, which obviously belonged to a frame much smaller than his; although Otacon had moved on and left, the soldier didn't have the heart to clean up his trademark mess.

Games, DVDs, computer parts are dotted around the apartment, as well as his own weapons and training gear. If you can withstand the mess, you're free to poke your head in and see what all the noise is. The door is open.

Current Mood: drained
Current Location: Apartment

jackassjohn.livejournal.com

[Welp, the game ended early for Big Boss. He allows himself a few hours privacy to bitch and moan, but ultimately decides to find Chico and make good on his promise to play a better game.]

[The old man sets up his playing field with the help of a pool room and a miscellaneous supply closet. Soon the surface of the enormous pool is peppered with tennis balls, plastic rings, corks, swim noodles, air mattresses, you name it. At the bottom of the pool are several sunken water toys, diving rods, and other such things.]

[The object of the game is to collect as many things as possible in 5 minutes. Each thing is worth a certain number of points, but you don't know how many until you get it to your designated spot. Make the values and items up as you go and have fun! Splash fights are allowed, but any serious attempted murder will anger the lifeguard, Kraken, and you'll be tossed out of the room.]

littlesoviet.livejournal.com

[The walls were very white and very boring. It was dumb!]

[So this little 11-year-old took it upon himself to find a box of Crayola markers and pretty up the walls of the Nexus. Plus, his parents never let him draw on the walls at home, and how could he pass up such a golden opportunity? As long as they wouldn't find out, because, uh...he didn't want to get in trouble.]

[While it wasn't expected for a kid his age to be Picasso, it was at least sort-of-decent for his age. You could tell what most animals were supposed to be, and he even stayed in the lines (mostly)! Many were also drawings of his favourite Russian cartoon characters, but being from 1949 it was doubtful anybody except a fellow Russian (or Russian enthusiast) would recognize them.]

((ooc: I need to use little Ivan more, so here's a post.))

comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com

[Emma held the tray of lasanga gingerly, even though her hands were protected by the oven mitts. It smelled great, loked good, probably would taste like heaven, and she wasn't eating it alone. There were two places set at her modest kitchen table tonight, and she knew exactly who'd be sitting at the other one.]

[Putting the mitts by the sink, she adjusted the pretty blue dress she had put on, switching on her Codec.]

[[CALL]]

EVA? It's Emma~ [Her voice was sweeter than ever thanks to his flirtation skills.] Dinner's ready, so you come on by as soon as you can.

[OOC: For

butthutsrleeper]

originalmiller.livejournal.com

[Being a man of luxury, it was no surprise that a certain Hell Master had taken liberty in implementing certain elements into MSF to suit his needs. Ever so slowly, he found himself becoming more and more integrated into the surroundings and finding a creative light at the end of the tunnel as he adapts the base to his liking.]

[If you happen to stop by at Mother Base today, you will feel compelled to visit the recently-installed sauna suite. It spans out across twenty feet, giving enough room for individuals to seat themselves down and enjoy the preferential treatment of the spa-like atmosphere. It even holds little cornered sections so even the most modest individuals can enjoy their privacy without the concern of prying eyes on their person.]

[Of course, if it gets too hot to handle, there's a pool and hot-tub out back to rely on, as well as an open bar for those who feel like dining in style.]

Current Mood: rejuvenated
Current Location: Mother Base

fanboyfailure.livejournal.com

H-hey, is anybody there? Hello?

[He shakes his radio uselessly, finding all familiar frequencies to be static. What was he going to do? The boss was going to kill him!]

[Johnny pushes open a nearby door, stepping inside. It slams shut behind him, with a poorly written little note thumbtacked to it:]

[He almost cringed while trying to read that. Sighing, Johnny tested the knob afterward to see it would open. No dice, it looked like he was stuck.]

Oohh--! Now is not the time for this, I really need to go to the bathroom!

((OOC: in summary, Character A talks to Character B, and Character A's mun gets to pick which trait they get from Character B; same goes for the opposite. Say Ivan and Vamp trade: human garbage disposal powers for super nano healing powers respectively.

The effect can last anywhere from until you leave the room to 3 days. Gather as many traits as you like! You can choose whether or not your character's traits disappear as other characters take them.))

vrtrainee.livejournal.com

[Jack currently sat on the edge of the roof of a large, multi-hexagonal structure. The building was a sunset orange, and the calming sounds of waves crashing against the struts made the area surprisingly peaceful for being man-made. He leaned back on his hands to get a view of the sky, spotting a small flock seagulls gliding overhead--and much to his disgust noticed a white splotch appear only inches from his hand.]

Eugh...

[One relocation later, and his body was now safely hidden under a set of stairs. Jack drew his knees against his chest pensively, chin rested in the crook between them. The breeze was cool against his skin, cleared his mind a bit for what he's avoided thinking about for days.]

[The last building he'd been in: he was a stranger just like anybody else, with the exception of Solid Snake. The difference between here and there was that here people around every corner recognized him.

But it wasn't that they recognized him as "Jack" (except for one girl)...they recognized him as "Raiden". That's exactly what Snake had called him there too, along with his convictions that Jack had lost his memory, and that he had been on some sort of mission at the "Big Shell."

And so Jack remained torn between what he wanted to believe (maybe Snake was telling the truth) and what seemed the easiest and most logical to believe (this wasn't real, these people are crazy).]

[Back home there were never issues that made him question his sanity (or so he liked to tell himself after a particularly vicious nightmare, or after losing another girlfriend to his "cold" attitude); life was simple enough being a FOXHOUND trainee living day-to-day life in the city.]

[He sighs.]

[The water beneath his feet was as blue as blue could get, and it was so pure that it made him feel dirty just setting his eyes on it.]

((ooc: You can spot Jack under the steps, or you can bump into him while he browses the premises, either way he's looking a bit melancholy for the former, and a bit more determined/suspicious for the latter.))

justdevastated.livejournal.com

[The Nexus, on this usual day, decided to teleport its inhabitants to one big room. Two (or more) to a bed in this room full of beds. While they're fast asleep.]

[There's no seeable reason for who was sleeping with who then, but, anyone is free to leave once they wake.]

[But the question is... How will your new company feel about you in their bed?]

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Location: The Bed Ninja Room

psychic-waltz.livejournal.com

[No in-character set up because it's bedtime.]

[In the middle of a room full of junk, there is a table. On that table is a hat. Within the hat are small slips of paper with something written on them. Entrants into this certain room will find themselves unable to leave until they draw a slip of paper and then locate whatever (or whoever) is written on it. The door opens when the item is brought to the table. Items can range from a puppy to a Snake to a signed copy of the Necronomicon.]

[Players have the option of searching through the mounds of junk, calling a friend on the outside, or participating in a little forced interaction with those other unfortunate trapped souls.]

jackassjohn.livejournal.com

[Big Boss sits in a cozy Italian restaurant, gently swirling the wine in his glass. In a moment, he'll be calling

fancy_shooting to join him.]

[In the meantime and as he waits for his date, the old soldier simply observes the others in the restaurant.]

[((Come have a fancy dinner with your own date, or bother Big Boss. Replies may be late because school.))]

whyamisobritish.livejournal.com

[Thanks to his excellent physiology, hangovers don't hit Liquid too badly. However, he hit the bottle hard last night, and it's doing its best to hit back.]

[He's sitting in a nice, quiet room that he found. The lighting is low, the couch is comfortable, and there's a good supply of water.]

[He groans softly as the memories come slowly into focus.]

Oh god. I had my head on Emma's lap, didn't I.

[groan] I told them about that.

And why do I still have bloody cat ears?!

((Liquid has found himself a nice, quiet place to be alone for a while, so it's entirely possible that as soon as he went in the door materialized neon arrows saying COME ON IN!!! Bother and remind of his shenanigans at will!))

butthutsrleeper.livejournal.com

[No Tobias today.]

[Just EVA in the gym; doing some extensive physical training. He wears nothing but a loose pair of brown pajama-bottoms as he attacks a punching bag; thinking deeply over his progress in The Nexus thus far.]

[The date with Raikov proved to be useful after all. Everything went smoothily. The intercourse wasn't bad- a lot better than enduring the punishment that Volgin calls "sex". More importantly, EVA got an even better look at the relationship between Volgin and Raikov than he ever did in his own universe. At this rate, by the time the spy returns to his own world, he should have gathered plenty of information for HQ to use in their efforts to bring Volgin down from the inside. Everything is going according to plan.]

[Still, the man is starting to feel a little... antsy, in The Nexus. Not out of nervousness, no- but out of frustration. It's been nearly 2 months now since EVA has ridden anything ~~but people~~. What's a guy gotta do to get his hands on a motorcycle around here? Sex is a good distraction but it doesn't really hit the 'same' spot. The spy is used to riding every day.... being here this long without that release is going to drive him crazy in a while.]

[Maybe someone in The Nexus has the necessary intel to suit EVA's needs. The spy has another mission now: Find a motorcycle, or.... find someone that can build him one, and coax them into doing so. Too bad Alexandria Granin isn't here (To his knowledge). Tobias really had her in the palm of his hand. Oh well.]

[After giving one last roundhouse kick to the punching bag before him, EVA exits the gym and heads to the nearest kitchen; grabbing a water-bottle from the fridge as he contemplates his next move. Where to begin...]

((OOC: EVA is looking for someone he can persuade into building him a motorcycle, but non-engineers and other people are free to tag as well. No sign of "Toby" today, since EVA doesn't have his glasses. Open to all.))

Current Mood: discontent
Current Location: 13th floor kitchen

young-glasses.livejournal.com

[There's a curled-on-his-side-and-sleeping Hal in a right-side up cardboard box. The address is from White Base, whatever that means.]

...

[A blanket covers him, shifting over his green t-shirt and jeans as he slumbers]

...

[Investigate?]

identitycircuit.livejournal.com

[It was... quiet lately. For him, anyway. That was unnerving, knowing how this building could be. What would happen next?]

[No matter. He would simply stock up on weapons and food. And with his friends (that still sounded odd) and his psychic, well, he was covered for protection.]

[At least, as long as he didn't get pulled into odd rooms. Liquid paused at that, checking around him yet again.] Hm. A bit too quiet, wouldn't you say?

[He had no idea if anyone was following him, but if there was... well. It was a nice mind game to play.]

comp-kunoichi.livejournal.com

[In a certain hallway at a certain time, a certain young woman was doing a certain something. You could get a hint of it owing to the sound of gears whiring and buzzing in a tiny chorus. Following the sound, you'll find one Emma Emmerich crouched on the floor. Her back is turned to you, and she is dutifully watching a small collection of wind up toys and their electric-toothbrush powered counterparts. The toys have numerous forms, including little people in shiny metal clothes, but the majority of them are some variety of ladybug or hopping frog.]

[You could always ignore her, if you wish, but itsn't it more fun to ask where she found such interesting little automatons?]

whyamisobritish.livejournal.com

[A cat-eared Liquid is walking through the halls, tail lashing. There is a half-empty bottle of bourbon in one hand and something else in the other.]

[He is shouting at no one.] Yes, I know he was an imbecile! We fought every time we were in the same room! We spent full days insulting and punching one another! He drove me mad!

[He takes a swig from the bottle, then leans against the wall.]

God, I miss him.

[He hangs his head as he laments]

We were just beginning to tolerate one another now and then. Why did the idiot have to disappear? There were times when he...I could almost say he...wasn't so bad.

[His face crumples into an expression of unbearable sadness.]

We never even finished watching his ridiculous film.

[The object he holds is a video of Top Gun.]

((Drunk, kitty-ified Liquid misses

xmas_is_here. Laugh, commiserate, steal his bourbon.))

patriotsprodigy.livejournal.com

[Sunny is running through the halls of the Nexus.... chasing after a remote control helicopter that she seems to have lost control of. She's not particularly fond of the thing, it's just the fact that she lost control and she'd rather it no smack into somebody.

After all, what little kid wants to get in trouble for that?

So running down the hall she goes until it droops low enough that she can jump and catch it- only to end up running into someone afterwards and dropping the helicopter.

Oops.]

I'm s-sorry, I was t-trying to catch it...

[OOC: 8/16/2011 I am SO sorry that I'm slower than dirt but my mom hurt her arms pretty bad so I'm doing everything around the house. Which limits my time but I'm still here and I'm tagging everyone I can as soon as I can.]

thelastbetrayal.livejournal.com

[Upon the roof, The Nexus decided to decorate for the birthday of one of its residents that day. The usual delicious buffets were set out for anyone to enjoy, including a surprisingly large section dedicated to pancakes and other breakfast foods. And, upon a large screen, 2001: A Space Odyssey was playing.]

[It felt strange, knowing he would be turning 52 here in the Nexus, when 51 would have been his final age back in the real world. Huey decided to stick around at his own party for a little while, in case anyone knew it was his birthday and would show up for it. He didn't expect that big of a crowd but you never know.]

[The man did hang around long enough to spot one present that he figured was for him and he opened it to find a familiar pair of sunglasses from long ago. Dr. Emmerich knew he had lost Strangelove's glasses years ago so this identical pair brought back both good and bad memories of their life together. He slipped them into his pocket, not wanting to think about the past too much then, and rolled over to the pancakes. It would be a waste not to the eat the food set out, right?]

((ooc: Mingle or hang out with the birthday boy. Any other Hueys around are encouraged to come by, too.))

thoserookieeyes.livejournal.com

[This... could be bad.]

[Meryl had only her own arrogance to blame for her recent failures. She couldn't even take down some blonde idiot who attempted a takeover out of bordom, she angered a Volgin... what next? She's been screwing up left and right... was she becoming complacent? Was she distracted by her love life? She just had to keep training, that's what will make her better.]

Not good enough.

[She fired off several rounds slowly and deliberately, hitting the target spot on. She then set her gun down, then quickly redrew it to fire off shots at the same target. The couplings were close, but she still looked at it with disgust. Surely, there's no way she'd be able to protect anyone with this kind of grouping.]

Current Location: Firing Range

iormundgand.livejournal.com

[She paused after heading through the door, leaning against the wall, radioing her partner. Things were going relatively well... considering the SEAL team had been slaughtered by Vamp.]

Otacon. Alpha Team is down. Vamp's work. What's our next objective? ... Otacon? Otacon, do you read me?

[And that's when she looked up and realized she wasn't in ~~Kansas~~ the Big Shell anymore. To which she had only one response.]

... the hell?

butthurtsleeper.livejournal.com

[EVA has been a rather busy guy- As has Tobias.]

[Soon after coming to The Nexus, the spy has gotten a few radio contacts for intel on the building, a "date" for intel on the latest technology, a semi-shared room with Volgin (for now), and a job as Raikov's secretary. This place is certainly... interesting.]

[It wasn't so bad at first, but lately things in The Nexus have been getting rather heated. Literally. Temperatures are nearing the hundreds in several areas- even within some of the building's hallways and rooms.]

[Seems like the perfect opportunity to take a refreshing dip in the sea, huh?]

((OOC: In honor of the giant heatwave sweeping America, I bring you a brief Nexus-wide heatwave. Feel free to mingle, soak up some sun, or take a refreshing dip~))

Current Mood: hot
Current Location: Beach Room

oldbeast.livejournal.com

[Old Dave is sleeping on one of the benches on the first floor. Ever since being coerced into moving in with his Father a couple of weeks back, his sleeping pattern has not been regulated enough to give him a substantial night's rest. Contrary to popular belief, this did not stem from the fact that he did not trust that man. That was far from the truth; he trusted Big Boss a great deal more than he should. It was Ocelot, who also happened to be sharing the accommodation, whom he could not trust.]

[The aged soldier has taken it upon himself to sneak out of the large apartment complex in favor of sleeping outside on a bench. He's less likely to get ~~molested~~ propositioned out here than inside that place.]

_Hnh...

[Snake is on his back with an arm over his eyes to shield the lights of the hallway. It already appears as though he is dozing away, leaving room for individuals to do as they please upon passing.]

_{((ooc: Just as it says, OS sleeping on a bench. Feel free to prod him, poke him, put cream in his hand and make him rub his face in it. He needs a pick-me-up.))}

Current Mood: cranky

heartizhuman.livejournal.com

[It felt so strange to be human again. Raiden found himself grabbing some of his weapons and heading to the roof. He could feel the coolness of the breeze on his skin. It felt foreign to him. Had he really got used to being a cyborg after all these years?

Is this what it felt to be normal again?

He picked up one of his swords and began slashing it around, the movements familiar but sluggish. Getting used to this body would take some time - Jack figured he had about three days. Faintly he wondered if he would see anyone he knew; the man couldn't even remember the last time he was out of his apartment. Maybe today would be his lucky day.]

Current Location: The Roof

tsuchinokoplz.livejournal.com

[Big Mama, or EVA as some would call her, had been decorating her room in the headquarters with roses. Roses absolutely everywhere. God save the one who ever saw her doing this though. As much as she loved the orphans at times, she'd be... a tad embarrassed to have someone walk in on her as she did this.

With a small smile on her lips, she had been humming a soft tune as she put the flowers in a rather simple glass vase, only to soon notice that it wasn't filled with water. The old woman sighed softly and shook her head. She really was getting old, forgetful already? How he would laugh at her...

Ah, she really was getting old. Thinking of such silly things, oh stupid her. Smiling to herself, she wanders out from the room...
Only to find herself in an unfamiliar hallway. It wasn't entirely empty, sofas, chairs, tables and whatnot here and there. With a frown, she quickly looked back at the door, which now seemed to be locked.

Better be safe than sorry. Big Mama draws her gun, ready for anything that might attack. Or anything she can threaten...

((Big Mama before MGS4. Then gun she uses is here ))

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