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[If Liquid had cared to notice, he might have realised that Hal was especially on edge lately. He was acting jumpy and nervous, avoiding his family where possible. Occasionally, he came close to admitting what was on his mind, but he somehow never managed it.

For once, Otacon was not in his lab.

His safe, secure lab had been abandoned in favour of the roof. He sat on the cold ground, his legs drawn up so his laptop could rest against it. The palmtop lay beside him, displaying the recording video feed from the MK4 that was almost always shadowing Liquid. Occasionally he glanced over to it, wary and nervous. For the most part, he focused on the laptop almost entirely, distracting himself from the things on his mind.

Julie, Naomi, Talib. The discussion with Snake over Rex 2.0. Life was getting chaotic again, it seemed. He wanted to talk to Liquid. To confess his sins and beg forgiveness. He was too afraid. Odd, really. He could defy Talib, despite his fears, but he didn't have the nerve to speak to his own husband about something a room required him to do.

And so he worked, lost in thoughts and paranoia.

The wind tugged at his coat, chilling him, and he failed to notice. Otacon had always been more than just prone to losing track of both the time and his situation. The silence was deafening, interluded only with the sound of fast fingers typing. He needed something new to work on. There were ideas brimming in the back of his mind. He just needed to conceptualize them. Maybe he should just put out posters or something asking if anyone needed anything worked on. It might be a way to kill time.]

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[Otacon hadn't even noticed the famine.

Mostly because he'd been too wrapped up in his work to think about food. Even now he wasn't really thinking about his growling stomach so much as how his Liquid would react. This was going to be fun. He rubbed his hands, stepping off the platform he'd had to cobble together in order to reach the highest parts. The new Rex wasn't exactly as big as before, nor was it nuclear capable - Otacon had made sure of that in a heartbeat. But after extensive testing by the younger "SEAL" Liquid, and a few days of extensive repairings, the new Rex 2.0 was in business. He was just glad he'd found the old broken one in the Shadow Moses room to compare his plans to.

People might notice a giant robot walking down the middle of the halls rather sloppily.

Or they might not.

This is the Nexus, after all.]

Oh my god, this is so freakin' awesome.

[Mustn't get distracted, mustn't get distracted... Now where the hell was Liquid? ...oh. It would do better to call him. Whoops, that was a wall.]

(

worlds_serpent will be getting a call right about now, but feel free to bother the nerd in the giant robot. You might have to yell before he can hear you. Or CODEC him.)

worlds-serpent.livejournal.com

[In a certain apartment lies a harmless magazine.]

[Well, mostly harmless. It's more the placement that's a bit off--right next to the coffeemaker.]

Hal, I made some coffee for you.

[The Liquid wandering around a couple rooms from the kitchen? Totally innocent.]

[Time for Liquid selfcest out of nowhere, round 2.]

[locked to

vestri_vires]

vestri-vires.livejournal.com

(-unknown)

[Otacon is not normally one for blind panic.

...alright, he totally is.

Especially when he's just intervened to stop a madman that had so far seemed docile from beating in the head of an alternate of his lover with a heavy iron pipe.

That might be the reason why he's running almost blindly through the halls, not caring who or what he crashes into. He slams into a wall, recoils and falls only to drag himself backwards and curl up in a nearby nook. That hit too close to home. Far too close.

...he wants James. He wants James really badly and there's nothing he can do because he didn't even have his laptop with him. He couldn't activate the MK IV with thin air and right then he knew he was in too bad a state. Drawing his legs up to his chest he muttered absently to himself, trying to calm himself.]

It's not my fault. I didn't do it. I didn't hurt anyone. It's not my fault. That's not my James. I saved him, so it's not my fault. I didn't... I... no, it's not my fault. He's going to be alright. God, help me, he must be alright. Please, please, let him be alright. It's going to be alright, it's not my fault...

(Anyone feel up to calming a freaking-out nerd?)

vestri-vires.livejournal.com

[Otacon doesn't normally leave the sanctity of his lab, or the presence of his family, without due cause. When necessary, he detracts the MK4 from its near-constant surveillance of

worlds_serpent to get what he needs, trusting in James to keep himself safe. But lately, he's starting to realise that while James has settled into this strange world, he hasn't. He hardly knows anyone, and thanks to his promise to Liquid, he doesn't even dare go into the rooms, even as he wants to see what they do with a childlike curiosity that's almost painful to ignore. The younger Liquid told him to learn to deal with the situation, that his confusion over recent events would pass the most he got used to the absurdity - and he has to admit that James keeps him out of the loop a lot. So he picks up his palmtop, syncing it to the laptop (in turn synced with the computers he had set up to control the lab and the MK4 with), the better to ~~spy on~~ keep a protective eye on James with, and slips out after securing the lab against intruders.

Nerves twist and churn in his stomach. The few people he has met here range from "strange" to "psychotic" and he still has bullet scars from previous encounters hidden beneath his jumper. Sometimes they still ache with phantom pains, as if Liquid hadn't painstakingly dug the bullets out and patched him up with painful and determined love in his every movement. But he can't let fear rule him. He won't. He's nowhere near the cowardly state he was in the past, the frightened little otaku that hid away in the locker at the first sign of danger. And he won't hide any more.

Otacon is out of the lab. Out of the house. And out into the Nexus.

Alone.]

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[The little bundle of sunshine should learn not to mess with his betters. If Liquid wants him back, tell him to call me.

Those were the words he heard over the radio before it broke. The bright yellow MK4 only found shattered pieces and the faintest trace of blood on the floor. Solshine was gone.

The MK4 shot through the halls in search of help. James would help, surely. Maybe? He hoped so, at least. Even if it was a version of his brother, it was friendly one, one they'd have over for dinner, that they'd liked.]

(He's looking for

worlds_serpent, but feel free to bother. He's not in any fit state to converse, mind. You might need to calm him down.)

vestri-vires.livejournal.com

[There's a small robot zooming around looking for a particularly smily Solid Snake. Otacon has an offer to give him, after all. After much persuasion, Liquid had reluctantly agreed to it. While Liquid and Sunny wandered the house, he focused on sending the tiny robot off in search of the other man. He had to be somewhere.]

! Target sighted. Initiating contact.

[Perhaps Solid would notice the soft voice. Otacon didn't mind if he did. Instead, he simply skidded the robot forwards, circling it around Solid's feet quickly before doing a little dance in front of him. The video screen opened to reveal Otacon's rather nervous face.]

Snake. I have something for you.

(Locked to

worlds_serpent ,

cookedemright ,

stealthygenius and

141point52 if she wants to join in.)

worlds-serpent.livejournal.com

[Today was a good day.]

[An awesome day.]

[Here was Liquid, walking back to the room he shared with his Otacon--and with a very vital item now in his inventory. Sure, it had cost him one of his favorite tranquilizer pistols, but screw it. He could find another one.]

[Besides, if all went as planned, Otacon's reaction would be so worth it.]

Hal, I'm back.

[He walked in with a smirk, closing the door behind him.]

[for

vestri_vires]

sweetssnake.livejournal.com

[After running into Liquid Ocelot during the time when the electricity first went out, Snake had felt relieved. If Liquid was here, it meant she could complete her objective. And that Liquid was no longer in their reality so she couldn't take over their world. But the reality that she was different than everyone she had met at the Nexus became an obsession in her mind. And, during her weeks of searching, she had finally found it. She was now the same as everyone else. A giant compared to her former self. Snake had wandered into a firing range, her mind determined. She continued to snipe, her acurracy getting better, slowly but surely. Solid Snake took a break, finally, and drank some water, leaning on the counter. She wasn't quite comfortable in her body yet, but, at least, she was the same as everyone else now. She sighed, taking off her headband to run her fingers through her hair.]

((Bug bug?))

Current Mood: numb
Current Location: Firing Range

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[There is a laboratory on the fifth floor that is already back in use following the blackout. Otacon and Sunny had been hard at work to set this place up following their theft of half a computer lab and most of the technology on one particular floor. Now, this exceptionally secure facility - for the husband of a Liquid, paranoia was normal - was back in action already, though most of the security features needed to be reset. Finally, he could run those tests. For a while, all that could be heard from the room was strange noises, whirring, clicking, the whining of machinery.]

[Inside the room, the laboratory probably reminded one of that of a mad scientist. Several computers had been modified and linked together over one wall. One of them was lit up, displaying a video feed from the MK4 as it diligently returned to base for checking over before he could send it after Liquid again. Dismantled machinery and the odd strange contraption were scattered all over. There were notes and blueprints, the odd miniature robot (made out of careful boredom) and a few carefully made paper cranes. A bookshelf covered most of one wall, filled with various books stolen from the library and found lying around. Only one table was relatively clear - the one at which Otacon sat.]

[That table was almost entirely clear, save for a notepad, a few pens, one or two tools - and what appeared to be a mechanical hand. It had taken a lot of work, and he still was trying to find a better method of attachment, but it seemed to be working fine. He carefully set it back into the stand, watching as the fingers curled and twitched on command from the program he'd used to test them. The problem was that it needed testing from the man who would use it as well. He swung himself over to one of the computers, tapping in a command. It was easier to call the radio through the microphone there than to fuss around with the codec and hope it worked.]

(

volginswaifu will be getting a call, but Otacon's lab is currently open if anyone wants to bother, since Otacon hasn't gotten the systems back online for security yet. He's been a little distracted by robotics. )

worlds-serpent.livejournal.com

[Liquid stood in a room off an English rose garden Catherine had found--it never ceased to amaze him how twisted and impossible this building was. But it was perfect: the ideal stage for such an event to play out on.]

[The former soldier tied gray-streaked hair into a ponytail before pulling on the jacket of his black and white tuxedo, analyzing his reflection in a full-length mirror. ...ugh, he looked like James Bond. Revolting; he made a mental note to punch the first one to make that observation. But dressed like an imbecile or not, Liquid looked damn good--of course he did, he was Liquid.]

...right. I suppose this'll need to be done sooner or later. [Raising a hand to his head, he dialed Solidus's codec frequency.]

[Okay, here's how this shit's gonna go down. Threadhop all you like and post whenever--all threads will be assumed to come before the actual wedding thread itself, which will start a bit later on. We'll figure out how that'll work later--probably NPC a random Nexus priest or something, idfk.

Also, feel free to bother either Oldquid or Oldacon while they're getting ready; Oldquid's looking for

viscous_serpent in particular right now.]

liquidouroboros.livejournal.com

[In a sixth floor hallway stood two Liquids; one in a suit and the other in a heavily bloodstained SEAL uniform. Both were considerably paler than usual--regardless, the elder one wore a surprisingly calm expression while the younger of the two was clearly agitated.]

We have to do something, anything. Kill him every time he returns? Let our alternates handle it? [The uniformed blond paced restlessly, muttering under his breath as he did.] There must be something, brother.

[The older Liquid simply lit a cigarette with shaking hands, though his eyes were cold and calculating.] Clearly, we have a serious problem at best. And just after I'd gotten rid of Snake...

A problem?! That sick son of a bitch is more than a 'problem', brother! [Liquid scowled viciously at his younger self, adrenaline still burning through every inch of his body.]

Calm down. Keep a level head for once in your life, would you? Now shut up and listen to me--we split up, find our versions of Otacon, and come up with something with them. [The scarred former soldier's voice seemed just the smallest bit unstable--as if he was forcing himself not to break down.] Now get going, that's an order.

...tch. [Grudgingly, Liquid turned and stormed off--his counterpart moved silently, exhaling a thin haze of smoke as he went down the hallway in the opposite direction.]

((ooc: Italics =

worlds_serpent. He's looking for

vestri_vires, and

liquidouroboros is searching for

reichenbackup. Feel free to run into either of them; they're both a little unstable at the moment.))

worlds-serpent.livejournal.com

[When he found that room, he had no intention of using the things within it. He should never have needed them again...so why did he take it? Why had he put it all in his closet, secretly so that neither version of Otacon nor his other self would know of it? Perhaps, deep down, he knew he would need it someday. James Moriarty meant what he said to Solidus--that he would never truly be rid of Liquid. He would always have that potential, the heart of a murderer with killer instinct to match.]

[Or perhaps, in the back of his mind, the eldest Liquid knew he would be the one to finish this.]

[He had been stupid to think he could just carry on peacefully. So stupid--Liquid knew better than most how hard one had to fight for what they wanted--a simple life and a family was no different. Those who gain what they desire must always, always fight to keep it.]

[...Perhaps that was why Liquid kept the sneaking suit he had found in that room, the one he had worn on what was meant to be his final mission. A crutch, Otacon had once called it--a bit insulting, but it was support he desperately needed, especially now. The former soldier had been too kind, too merciful. He should have done this the moment he knew Snake had returned...but this place and all that had happened before it had softened him. Made him believe he could just be a bystander--a civilian. Life wasn't so kind as to let him off easily. And now, while he had arguably been kind by the standards ofmost Liquids, he had been pushed too far. Snake had crossed the line no one crossed. No one ever touched Sunny, and no one that wanted their internal organs to remain internal raised a hand against Otacon.]

[Putting the suit back on felt...right, somehow. Of course it did--this was his nature. A soldier, created to kill on the blood-soaked ground of a battlefield. He didn't deserve a family if he couldn't protect them. But he would take his vengeance and defeat Snake again after ten long years. ...and do the one thing his younger self was too stubborn to do; the elder one could live with that burden on his shoulders.]

[He tied gray-streaked blond hair in a ponytail to keep it out of his face, putting on his specially-designed sunglasses before double-checking his inventory--more than enough to take down the other enfant terrible. One last battle between twin Snakes.]

'...Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.'

[He murmured the words as his features twisted into a cruel smirk; the burn marring his face only served to make the expression far more sinister.]

[Liquid Snake had returned.]

cookedemright.livejournal.com

[After a few sleepless nights, Otacon and Sunny were ready to send the Mk4 out for it's first test run! Most of the systems weren't online yet, but first they had to check the mobility.]

[Sunny walked beside Otacon, the controller for the Mk4 in her hands as she made it roll in front of them, making it go in a few circles.]

I-It's going really well, Uncle Hal!

[((For

vestri_vires ,

worlds_serpent and

somnium_paterna ))]

originalmiller.livejournal.com

[On the sixth floor of the Nexus, Master Miller was casually striding down the hallway in search of the Alaska room. However, he became instantly distracted by an obnoxious sign on one of the doors;

Are you alone?
Looking for a friend or something more~?
Try speed dating!

The only catch? You must speak to at least five different people in order to leave.

Curiosity killed the cat, but Miller was no feline. He took his chances with a shrug of the shoulders and entered the room.]

_{((ooc: Speed Dating Room. Inside the room, there are individual tables for couples opting to speak to each other. Each table is at a relative distance away from the next to ensure privacy between couples. You can spend as long as you want talking to someone but remember that you must speak to five people in order to leave again. Naturally, this is only open to adults. No kids or any of the multifandom event characters. Have fun!))}

Current Mood: chipper
Current Location: 6th Floor
Current Music: Black Melt - Massive Attack

worlds-serpent.livejournal.com

[After a room had turned Liquid into a perfectly healthy version of himself that actually looked forty-two rather than death warmed over, his mood had improved considerably. Add that to the fact that he had finally reconciled with his Otacon, and things were definitely looking up for him.]

There should be one around here somewhere.

[So now they were walking through the halls in search of a kitchen--some calm and quiet time between the two of them was long overdue.]

[Locked to

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// Poka zhiva ya mogu starat'sya na letu ne upast'...

[EVENT] And he hasn't even noticed.

// makes me wonder

“There is one pain I often feel, which you will never know. It is caused by the absence of you.”

// Aa, sekai ga nijin de, soredemo suki de irareru ka nante?

Panic Time is Now

A Family Reunion

// 'cause i'm mr. brightside

Just as lonely as anyone else

//The day is breaking now, it's time to go away

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// rusted and weathered barely holding together

// black hearted evil brave hearted hero

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EVENT: Speed Dating Room

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