FissionMailed

[There are sounds of tinkering coming from an open door on one of the lower floors.  Otacon had come across an empty room last night containing some surveillance equipment and a couple big honking computers with some inscrutable controls.  Remembering what "Anna" said about a possible way of controlling the Nexus, he decides it couldn't hurt to have a look inside.]

[Thus there is a nerd on the floor half inside one of the supercomputers. At the moment he's reaching through the wires and pulling out...a rubber duck?...well that doesn't make any sense.  He ducks out from underneath the computer to get rid of it.  As soon as he turns his back, however, the dismantled machine reassembles itself as if it had never been touched.]

[When he notices this, he nearly drops the toy in frustration.]

...not again.

[So he tosses the duck into a growing pile of junk that seems to materialize out of nowhere every time he starts to make some progress,  (Including, but not limited to, several oddly fresh cannoli, a single red leather glove, a pile of miscellaneous dogtags, bullet casings, cardboard fragments, and a rather friendly mouse who may or may not be some sort of pan-dimensional being,) and opens the supercomputer up to start over for what feels like the hundreth time. It's almost like the building is messing with him for fun or something. But he's totally going to figure it out this time.]

((Does this even make sense. Tl;Dr, When Otacon is bored, electronics suffer. He's trying to figure out how the Nexus works. :V  Spoilers: The room is trolling him and he's not actually getting anywhere. Somebody might want to convince him it's a losing battle.))

[Otacon had promised worldpresident he'd build him a new pair of miniature Snake Arms.  And true to his word, he had gotten to work almost immediately. Today he's been wandering around, checking rooms for unused machinery and stripping them for parts. Sure, he could probably find a room that would just provide him with all this stuff eventually...but this was quicker. (And more fun.)  Mostly he's just happy to feel useful again.]

[Right now he's kneeling in front of an odd looking somethingorother, a pen clamped between his teeth and screwdriver in hand, slowly dismantling it and looking for anything useful.  It looks like it was once an unmanned weapon of some sort, maybe a scout.  But he doesn't recognize it.]

[He took the arms off first, setting the body aside to examine one of them.  This thing doesn't look like it's been operational in some time, and he's distracted enough to have made a rookie mistake and forget to make sure the power source was completely disconnected before taking it apart.  The body rolled a couple feet away before slamming into something and--]

[BANG]

[There's a small explosion in a room on the seventh floor.  Not enough to do much damage, but loud enough to attract some attention.  Anyone going to investigate will find themselves one slightly singed nerd picking himself up off the floor.]

...ow.

((ohai, I'm alive.  Go ahead and say hi, help him up, or harass him or something. He needs to get out more.))

[There's a ratty old sofa incongruously placed in the middle of the hall.  On that sofa, there's an Otacon with a laptop.  Apparently unaware that he's no longer in Philanthropy's latest safehouse, he speaks without looking up.]
 
Hey, Snake!  Good news; it looks like we'll be able to make...that... [He trails off as he looks up from the screen and notices that he's definitely not where he should be.] 

[Otacon closes his laptop, standing from the couch to have a look around the empty hall before nervously reaching up to activate his codec, dialing Snake's frequency.]

[CALL: 141.80]
Snake?  I...think I might be in trouble.


[ooc: Obligatory newbie introduction post.  (I have lurked too long; the temptation to join in was too much.)  Plz be kind, and forgive any failure as I'm new here and way out of practice in general.  This Otacon is a couple months post MGS2.]