*Raiden's room has, overnight, gone back to being nothing but four empty, blank, white walls, save for a number of cardboard boxes containing his stuff, and a small handful of tapes labeled for each person who's had a part in his life.*

((OOC: Dropping, because I'm not really keeping up with this comm any more. Final comments from Raiden to everybody he's interacted with to follow.))

*He really, really, really should stop crawling around vents and opening strange doors.

Because he's now stuck in what looks like a World War II-era town wandering around attempting to communicate, but no-one speaks his language.*

((OOC: Chulip play through, for the uninitiated. Yes, a game more f-ed up than Katamari Damacy. Imagine that.

No actual kissing has to take place here...IMHO, it'd be funnier to just wander through the town and bumble about with the screwed up game mechanics.))

*The dressing room has prepared everything: a number of blankets over the grass, baskets full of non-gunpowder-dosed food and drink, the perfect summer's afternoon with just enough of a breeze, enough room to run around and play whatever, and a number of frisbees, nerf toys, and the like.

Raiden stares at the meadow beyond the doorway and blinks.*

Huh. It is Father's Day, isn't it?

*After much stumbling about Raiden has finally found his room again and put some clothes on. Yay, clothes.

And because his curiosity has gotten the best of him, he has borrowed the ENTIRE (yes, ENTIRE) Silent Hill series from the games room. He doesn't care if he dies of fright, he's going to--gulp--find out once and for all what this franchise is about. I mean, it's Konami, how much worse can it get compared to his own canon? Haha he knows NOTHING!

Right now he's about halfway through the first game and merrily on his way to the Bad+ Ending because he has no clue as to what he's doing.

And yes, he's playing while hugging a pillow and with all the lights on, because it's still just as freaky the second time around.*

*Raiden has either found or re-found the video games room and is engrossed in playing Apollo Justice. He doesn't seem all too impressed by it, though.*

Oh, come on, even a three-year-old can see the contradiction in that testimony. OBJECTION!

*An unconscious and naked (again, sigh) Raiden is dumped on the first floor lobby.

Closer inspection of his person would reveal the following:
- dilated pupils
- bruise marks on his wrists and ankles
- needle tracks on his arms

Clearly, whatever happened to Raiden in his week-long absence, it wasn't pleasant.*

((OOC: Summer vacation = more free time, yay! But class will be starting right back up again in, like, two weeks, boo.))

*Nervous Raiden is nervous, holding two pink carnations in his hands while he wears a white one on the collar of his suit.*

*Since finding the box of kittens, Raiden has been in a nesting mood. Having claimed one of the rooms via a crudely painted sign tacked on the door, he's in the process of furnishing it. The Snake!Kitty that he's more or less adopted naps in a corner.

At the moment, he's working on dragging in a large couch, humming a tune to himself.*

*All he wanted to do was to find out who was using the room and tell them to turn their music down damn teenagers. Now he's stuck in in a repeating loop gyrating his hips back and forth and he can't stop.

The music must be getting to him, too, because, God help him, he's started to hum along.*

((OOC: So, guess who found the MGS version on Youtube. X3))

*Hey, look, somebody left a box in front of the dressing room!

What will you do?

1) Open it
2) Equip it
3) Put it in*