FissionMailed

[There's a sudden rush of water in the second floor hallway]

[You wouldn't hear much at first, except a dull roar. Then, suddenly- BAM- a nigh-river appears, washing down the hallway like a dam bust behind it.

And at the crest rides a very concerned Otacon.

Oddly enough, the rooms and staircases aren't getting flooded. Huh!

Anyway, have a screaming Hal holding tightly to the makeshift raft.]

Uh, Liquid?



Nice, ah. Singing voice you got there.

...

[At the bottom of a staircase lies one last body, crumpled in a heap on the ground. He looked bruised, some joints twisted a little this way and that-probably as a result of falling down the stairs. His eyes were still wide open in fear- and his body was still warm.

Upon further inspection, one could see that he was missing his left hand- his arm lays on the ground, blood covering his labcoat. He's turned as such so that you can't quite notice, but it looked like his shirt was slashed open, and there's something on his stomach- you won't be able to see until you move him]




[And ghost!Hal? He's in the corner of the staircase, huddled in a ball, shaking. Maybe he finally got what he deserved for all his sins.]




[[I had to post this now since I'm going to be out for a good chunk of the day. Sorry guys. >:]]

[A whole day, and these ears still didn't go away. Hal's trying to take his mind off it by getting some coding done. Maybe optimizing the network would be a good way to distract him.]

[So, he's one of the computer rooms, click-clacking away at a keyboard, watching data packets stream by.]

[Botha?]

[There's a Hal lying on a bench on the 10th floor. He's fast asleep.]

[beep]

[beep]

[A one-up mushroom is heading his way.]

[beep]

[He turns a bit in his sleep, having dreams about a certain-- people. Dreams about people.]

[beep]

[Bother?]

*Meanwhile, after the events here...*

*There's a very hungry Hal on the 5th floor, looking through the kitchen cabinets for something good to eat. He had forgotten to eat for-- well, it couldn't have been days, right? Maybe just that night. He lost track of time.*

Gotta be...
*bends down, looking around*
Ramen, or something..

*Join a Hal for lunch?*

*There's a new Hal sitting on a bench on the 18th floor, typing away furiously on a laptop*

The way I see it, the best possible COA is to get into the building- via the shafts, of course- take that first stair case down, and head to the office in the basement. Looks like the paperwork will be in there. How does that sound-
*He looks up, suddenly realizing his surroundings*

-Dave?

*Quickly saving his work, Hal snaps the laptop closed, tucking it underneath his arm*
What's this..?