FissionMailed

[The good Doctor has been incredibly busy preoccupying himself with a collection of tasks that he and Nastasha had conversing over. He had a few documents up on his computer filled with names, destinations and weaponry listings, as well as profiles of Alice Hazel, Elisa, Vamp, Big Boss and EVA, all of whom he had hoped to get in contact with today. He had sent them all a message via the computer but was uncertain if they would take him seriously or not. He requested them to come by the offices.]

[Through surveilance, he's managed to cut out at least three quarters of the rooms in the entire building as being a possible hideout for the evil partnership, though there was one little issue he was still trying to overcome; he still needs to neutralize the antibody agent of the system. He knows he has to find a way to hack into the Bit Brain Barrier. As he had suggested to his partner, a virus was the only solution into overriding the system. He already had a storage point set up so that if he did something wrong by hacking into the system, there was a system restore point, so to speak. He had figured out, through VR simulation, that the amount of results that could occur from overriding the system was unlimited; problematic, to say the least. But he also knew that in the future, it was Sunny that was the key to perfecting a virus strong enough and less threatening in the long term to how the Nexus operated.]

[If you are part of Philanthropy or happen to be someone that Otacon trusts, you may be receiving a CODEC call right about now.]

Hey guys. I just wanted to let you all know that there's now a password system rigged into the new offices on the top floor. Now I'm only gonna tell you this once, so listen carefully;

4 8 9 2 4

Try not to write it down anywhere. We can't have anyone threatening knowing of our plans and ruining our chances of succeeding this mission. Feel free to drop by to test the new system out!


_{((ooc: Looking for alicehazel, elisula, nomorenanos and any regular version of Big Boss and/or EVA but open to everyone.))}

[With the war and the holidays now over, Otacon had come to the realization that... maybe Philanthropy wasn't needed here. There wasn't really anything he could do to stop the battle from erupting after all. It had been Emma to create the virus that implemented Metal Gear REX II's system, and while he had been aware that another version of himself had uploaded it, he knew there was nothing he could do to help. He wasn't a fighter. Far from it. And there were a handful of brilliant technicians and computer geeks around that didn't require his help.]

[But he knew better than to wallow in self pity. So for once, the good Doctor wasn't seated in his office. He was outside in the Park Room, seated on a bench with his laptop supported on his knees. He didn't have anything to do, so he was solving some simple equations just to keep his brain active.]

If v is the final velocity when the time interval is at its peak, and u is the initial velocity before time reaches its final interval; the final velocity is the initial velocity added to the consistant acceleration multiplied by time interval.

"v = u + a*t"

... [He nods and smiles to himself.] Got that one right again.

[He's made himself a bento box for lunch prior to coming outside; some rice balls -supposedly- that crumbled a bit on his journey here, and a large cup of coffee. He might also have a box of Pocky stowed away in his coat pocket just in case a certain someone decides to come wandering by.]

[Hey look. It's yet another Otacon. Though it's fair to say this one has been here for a while... but he's been busy, as per usual. Of course, he did take some time away with auld_serpent, but now his confidence had been boosted, enough to kick start him into gear and finish his Mk. II.]

[He was listening to Ayumi Hamasaki as he worked on his computer, the robot hooked up to said machine. He watched it twitch and twirl, until finally... a big grin graced his face.]

Oh man. I did it!

[He bends over to clasp his hands over his creation, hauling it up in his lap proudly. It whirled about in his lap, showing a mirrored excitement to its creator.]

[He's forgotten what month it is, and also that his birthday is coming up on the 20th. Perhaps subconciously, he knows, but he doesn't seem to be showing any signs of celebrating. Time flew by when Otacon was concerned, so of course, he has no concept what month it is right now.]

[Now that he had finished, however, something dawned on him; Snake didn't need it. But he could still set out to use it as a device to keep tabs on the Nexus, especially considering how there have been a few threats in his lifetime here. He wasn't prepared to let anyone get away with anything anymore, and hopefully would be able to find out information before they decided to actually attack. With the added effects of stealth, no one would be able to detect it, so he should be able to get away with it.]

[Of course, now he's been up for three days straight, so someone might want to grab him a coffee... or sleeping pills.]

[After recieving numerous amounts of help from certain members in the Nexus, Otacon had finally managed to prepare a party for all of the Sunnys. He had cleared some space in the Philanthropy offices and removed some computers to spread some food out along the tables. Paper plates and plastic cups, tasty fizzy soda and fruit juice, but no alcohol, Snake, along with numerous amounts of bright, soft and comfortable bean bags and seats to settle into for the guests.]

[There were blue and white balloons ups, and numerous amounts of consoles all splayed out to one corner of the offices, all linked to large monitors, and some Japanese pop songs were playing in the background. The cake, which had thankfully not gone to disaster, was center piece in the middle of the tables; away from the technology, so none of it would get ruined.]



[...He had a lot of help to make it look that good.]

[On the farthest corner of the room was another table where various gifts had been placed; one for each of the Sunnys. He had a good feeling about this day.]


_{((ooc: Happy Birthday, Sunnys! All are welcome.))}

[A familiar voice can be heard across the overhead speakers.]

Uh... Snake? Um... All Snakes, including the Big Boss's... _{And Nastasha.}

I've found something amazing! A healthy alternative to smoking. And I mean it; it really works. They take form of cigarettes or cigars, and they have a range of flavors that you can choose for your liking.

I've managed to track down a bunch of boxes in this Nexus. They're all packed up in the Philanthropy offices. You'll all need to come by if you want to exchange your bad habits for better ones. No second hand smoke, no danger of getting cancer or damaging your insides... These are the next best thing!

[As of effective immediately, Otacon has been assigned to fixing endlesswarfare's computer. He couldn't quite believe just how much the system had been screwed up, and none of the programs wanted to work as they had been asigned to. Everything looked like a mess, like technological diarrhea, and he wasn't so sure that he would be able to fix something so royally fucked.]

Big Boss, sir. Just exactly how the hell did you manage to do this? This... This is even worse than a regular coffee spillage. It's like you poured toxic waste all over the CPU! And these errors are really starting to disturb me.

... Is..

Is that SMOKE?!

[This Otacon was bumbling about in his office on the 6th floor, busily at his desk with his several computers in front of him. With a combination of Naomi's exceptional knowledge and his own smarts, he was attempting to derive a plan in which would prevent Snakes from aging - or at least, negating the effects of the nanomachines in the already-aged soldiers. He had gained a huge confidence boost, due to the positivity of Philanthropy; it had never felt so bustling as it did here. And of course, with the arival of his sister, he hadn't felt happier in his life. He had a complete family now; something he never thought he would recieve, never did he believe he deserved it.]

[Otacon wasn't as good as Naomi - or Sunny for that matter - at compiling intricate data when it came to the nature of biology and science of the human body. He was only just managing to get his head around the psychology of human beings, never mind structuring a serum of sorts to negate a human virus. It was like asking a mathematician to cure cancer. It wasn't something that could be created over night.]

[He was reading up on how nanotechnology could be used to negate things such as disease and cancers. Maybe applying the knowledge that he was gaining to the nanomachines might work. Of course, finding a willing Snake was going to be difficult. Most of them were untrusting of any type of serum or injections, which was understandable. Naomi had broken their trust, after all... But Otacon wanted so badly to change the way things were.]

[He had printed out more notes for Naomi, knowing that the information he had stored was valuable. He could use the help, however~ So if you happen to be walking by the Philanthropy offices, you're welcome to encourage him to have some coffee, or maybe catch some shut eye. He's done an all nighter again, after all.]

[There was an unmistakably new room that had been discovered deep deep down in the basement. Otacon had gone down to do some washing - and maybe to pinch a few new pairs of trousers - when there was a loud noise that beckoned him towards the southern region of the basement. Curiosity got the better of him, and he found a door, which... inevitably... turned out to being a pretty damn awesome room.]

[Inside - or rather outside - was a huge park, with traditional fairground rides, typically a carnival atmosphere. lots of crazy types of rides, and seemingly a perfect place for a date. The amount of food stalls stowed around the wide scope of land bewildered Hal, but he could feel a giddy excitement surging through him. Loud music was blaring overhead, and the rich aroma of food and sweets was thick in the air.]

[Into the room he went! And he's left the door open too, wanting to share his excitement with anyone else that wants to come along.]