[identity profile] systemismine.livejournal.com
[Not only was it New Years Eve in the Nexus, but it was also a certain someone's birthday. Ocelot had spent his time preparing for the event on the rooftops for a few days now and he was finally happy with the end result.]

[Green balloons were wrapped around the railings, and there was a huge buffet table set out, along with the grill to cook the various assortment of meat (yes, that included snakes and treefrogs for any of the younger versions of Big Boss around). He had a little help from a particular individual to hunt down said species, but it was worth it in the end.]

[If snake-meat wasn't to your liking, there also happened to be a various selection of 'party' food, too. Potato chips, sausages, cupcakes, cheese, crackers, anything and everything to suit the tastes of all individuals. There was a cooler for beer, but also some fizzy cola out for any of the younger kids that decide to come by.]

[Ocelot had even decided to put up a banner congratulating the birthdate of Big Boss, and demanded people who turned up to bring presents, or food.]

[Of course, in the center of the table was a massive cake for the lucky birthday boys.]


((ooc: Any Big Boss that celebrates their birthday today, this is for you. 8D))
[identity profile] thatwhitedevil.livejournal.com
[Raiden is determined to find something important to do in this place. No bombs to diffuse, yeah... he's gotten used to that. But there must be something that needs righting.

Eventually he comes to a regular looking common room and walks in for some valuable thinking time. With a small, frustrated sigh he goes to pick up the TV remote to put on some baseball when... the remote immediately turns into a banana.]

...

[With a shrug, he peels it and takes a bite.]

((This room is like that book where everything that person touches turns into chocolate only in here it turns into fruit.))
[identity profile] snakehermit.livejournal.com
[With the help of those he trusted (and through the magic of the Nexus), Snake was able to move out of his wheelchair. He hadn't recovered fully, but he had now moved to crutches. There was one little event he had almost forgotten about, however, until [livejournal.com profile] snakenbake had reminded him. of it. It was his birthday.]

[Being locked up inside to recover had put a damper on his surroundings. He had forgotten how to get back out to the Alaska room, and so instead, stumbled on something particlarly ~*~amazing~*~.]


BOX FORT BIRTHDAY!


[A box-fort room. Decorated accordingly, with streamers, balloons, and a direct link to a kitchen filled with "party" food.]



((ooc: Well, I will be taking a hiatus soon due to college and what not, but I completely forgot that it's Snake's birthday (and I assume Liquid's, unless other Snakes/Liquids decide their birthdays are on another day. Have fun regardless.))

[Altruism]

Aug. 26th, 2009 11:56 am
[identity profile] saltpeppered.livejournal.com
[Dave is making his way through the lobby of the first floor, as it is still the place he returns to, hoping that he can find a way out and back to his time, but as always this is not the case. He's a little overheated so he's wandering around in a t-shirt and shorts, barefoot. His feet are silent against the tile since he's so used to nearly a lifetime of sneaking.]

[He's got this irritating pain in the pit of his stomach that refuses to go away. It's making living more difficult that it already is. Maybe he's ill...he's been abusing his body so much lately, he honestly can't tell. It could be a sickness or just the pain of sobriety. Only a proper physician could tell.  Regardless, he's out and about and looking for something to do. He's smart enough, for once, to not look for entertainment in random rooms so he's keeping to the lobbies and halls.]

[As he wanders aimlessly, he fiddles with his dog tags. He thinks that maybe he should trade one with [livejournal.com profile] fault_is_mine sometime. He also wonders if he should check the closets for his friend. It's no fun dressing himself.]
[identity profile] saltpeppered.livejournal.com
[There is a Solid Snake looking for a room that has ice cream sundaes as part of an experiment as suggested by a rather pudgy Otacon. Snake is pretty sure he will happen upon it much sooner than later as this trick always seems to work. It's not before long when he stumbles into a room that is identical to a Cold Stone ice cream parlor.]

This...is better than I imagined.



[[ooc: It is exactly what it is. For [livejournal.com profile] fatacon but all can enjoy.]]
[[Come and have some ice cream. For the love of all that's Holy, don't let Snake eat it all!]]
[identity profile] thatwhitedevil.livejournal.com
[Without anymore bombs to diffuse, Raiden's decided that it's time to go through this place and build up his dog tag collection. So far he's only got some from one Old Snake, a Johnny and Novel Snake... not nearly enough. So if you happen to be wandering around the hallway, expect to be held up by a determined Raiden. If you're someone who clearly doesn't have dog tags, he might just stop you for a chat.]
[identity profile] thatwhitedevil.livejournal.com
[Raiden, bored without any bombs to diffuse, is passing time skateboarding on the roof. It's pretty clear that he isn't very good judging by the amount of times he falls on his ass, but that doesn't seem to discourage him too much.]

[He's got some BBQ on the grill nearby too for when he's done, but the burgers are dangerously close to burning.]


((Come skateboard, chat or save the burgers!))
[identity profile] thatwhitedevil.livejournal.com
[This Raiden has been very lucky about walking into strange rooms... that is, he hasn't. But it looks like his luck has just run out. Like the kiss room, upon entering, each person will find a counter floating cheerfully above the back of his or her hand. It reads;

Compliments 0/3 Insults 0/3

It differs, however, in the sense that no one but you can see your own counter. And as it indicates, you must give out three compliments and three insults to at least three different people before being able to leave.]

[Good luck making some new friends and enemies!]
[identity profile] thatwhitedevil.livejournal.com
[ Raiden stalks through the hallways, pressing up against walls every once in awhile and alternating between crawling on the floor and peering suspiciously around corners. ]

[ This doesn't look like the big shell anymore... ]

[ He goes through each of the saved frequencies in his codec. ]

Rose? Colonel? Pliskin? Stillman? Mr. X? Anyone?



((Early Big Shell MGS 2 Raiden doesn't know a whole lot. He's had plently of VR training though!))

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