[identity profile] outofuniform.livejournal.com
[Imagine if you will, a normal guy in his late twenties - enlisted and leading a rather uneventful life in the United States Marine Corps as a Corporal until recently. With transfer papers for a top secret deployment upon the USS Discovery, things were looking up. Finally, he might see some action. . . And not like the odd transfer to the far east where he and his buddies got a bit tipsy on rice wine and hit the red light district down-right-fierce; shoryu-ken style.
But life has a way of playing cruel crappy tricks now and then. And today was no exception. Waking up after a 24-hour watch duty and a few drinks afterward in gear that could be best described as "The Gordon's Fisherman" to keep civilians from being suspicious; he was yanked out of bed by his crew member to attend some blabbermouth Marine Commandant's speech about an overpriced toy. To make matters worse, he arrived half dressed and still somewhat dazed. Dirty looks were given by fellow personnel for his lax dress standard, but since he wasn't directly in front... it didn't matter.
As the commanding officer droned off about "Shadows & Moses", this 'normal guy' dozed off - awaking here in the Nexus. Figuring it for some lame duck trick, he deviously decided to play one of his own on his cohorts... with the aid of the main lobby broom closet, and a quickly cut hole(yay for drills?)... roughly 3½ inches in diameter at crotch level. The malicious soldier stepped into the broom closet, dropped any remaining apparel off of his person, and... well, readied himself to be pushed right-on through eventually. Sure, he thought about the serious trouble this could cause; but this was payback. This was for comedy.]
This'll teach those bastards for leaving me in that freaky hotel room in Thailand... Let's see how they like a little Glorified Action!


((OOC: For those characters approaching by, they would find a locked broom closet door with an odd "mid-level hole" adjacent to the main lobby. Obviously, the 'surprise' will appear when someone(namely an adult)passes by.))
[identity profile] barelylegalboss.livejournal.com
[She's not quite sure where EVA intended to give her the bike ride so after dressing in some BDU's, Lillian heads down to the 9th floor and steps into one of the more forest-like rooms. It has a long dirt trail winding though the tree's and she decides this is a very good place to have a ride. She scans the surrounding area before sitting down in the grass and waiting calmly. This place has a way of bringing people together.]

((OOC: For [livejournal.com profile] let_mama, but others can talk to Lillian while she waits.))

((Now locked for ~*~lesbians~*~.))
[identity profile] inherent-sin.livejournal.com
[After this.

Big Boss has successfully pulled up his pants again, thank you very much. After he'd done that, he carried a STRANGELY SUICIDAL FOX back to his room to have a nice chat with him.

In order to do that, though, he had to take all weapons (jesus how many knives does this kid have) from him and tie him up first. With some rope. To a bedpost, sitting up. YES HIS LEGS ARE TIED TOGETHER TOO OK JUST TO BE ON THE SAFE SIDE

So there's a very dressed and upset BB sitting on a chair and a half naked Fox tied to a bed who is still unconscious.

IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.

....Yet.]



((for [livejournal.com profile] frankly_mdear))
[identity profile] loyaltomyself.livejournal.com
[Big Boss/Snake, continued from here, here, here and here.]

those dead fish swept away by the current;; )


((OOC: Once again, a separate plot that needs a smutty conclusion since the RP it stems from ([livejournal.com profile] bio_shocked) has died. Locked to [livejournal.com profile] selfreflexivity.))
[identity profile] revolver-kitty.livejournal.com
[he walks into a dark room, goes to flick on a switch and steps into another trap. This one, instead of insta-killing him just ties him up making his feet and hands immobile.]

... I'm going to die. It's dark, I bet no sound travels, and I'm going to die. [siiiigh]

Why couldn't I have just walked into another acid vat.
[identity profile] nag-bot.livejournal.com
[A transmission is broadcast to frequency 141.12.]

Otacon! It is me! Metal Gear Mk. II!

I am sorry to call on you so quickly, but it appears there is some damage to my internal sensors. If you would be so kind as to take a look at me, I would greatly appreciate it.

We have located a repair room on the __th floor. Now broadcasting location data............. Data transfer complete. Gillian and I are waiting. There are enough tools here for you to take care of me.

I would really like it if you came to see me. Please?



[Locked to [livejournal.com profile] push_my_glasses and [livejournal.com profile] neo_kobe_pizza.]

>: Damnit.

Aug. 9th, 2008 12:43 pm
[identity profile] young-glasses.livejournal.com
[Hal's been up the past 24 hours, trying everything he can think of to find a way out of this base- physically or logically- and he's come up with nothing.

So, he's walking- more shuffling, really- through the base, trying to find a soft spot to sit down- just for a few moments, of course. He'd go back to his "room", but it was still, uh, occupied.]

...

[sighs, and slinks against a wall, curling his knees to his chest]
..James. I hope you two are alright..

[starts to doze off]

[[For people in the den o' evil.]]
[identity profile] cardcaptorhobo.livejournal.com
[Everybody's favorite evil scientist half of our resident hobo Snake has holed up in one of his labs building something. The small Metal Gear KODOQUE he built is standing guard at the door and prepared to stop anybody who tries to enter, including one William Flemming.]

...

((Locked to [livejournal.com profile] myfedorarocks and now NC-17.))

Nnn...

May. 26th, 2008 09:24 pm
[identity profile] inside-a-box.livejournal.com
[groans, blinking.]

Nnngh--

[What the hell? The last thing he remembers is.. is..

Volgin. Shit.]

[and opens his eye. Deja vu, Jack.]

Nn.

[[locked to thundervolt... and endlesswarfare!]]
[identity profile] revolver-kitty.livejournal.com
"There's duplicates. There are clearly duplicates. But. I wonder."

He takes some cardboard and writes very legibly:

Ocelots Only

He tacks it to the door. "Maybe if I had a PA system." He shakes his head and enters the room. It happens to be a living room sort of place: several chairs, couches, a coffee table.

"Not bad."

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