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starofchaos

[Today, dear Nexus, an odd sight.

Moving as silently as he can, a Liquid prowls, trying to stay out of sight. He hides, he creeps, he uses a box, he even traverses via the rafters at some points.

Ever since the conflict with Big Boss a few months ago, his rage towards the man and all who share his face has simmered and writhed within him. Now, in an attempt to vent it, he makes a cold and callous calculating move.

Breaking into any rooms he cannot open, avoiding any known effect rooms he can find, Liquid retrieves every single cardboard box he can recover and stacks them in the hangar he gave to his beloved dinosaur. The piles are sky high and he knows the dinosaur will guard them. Or destroy them. Either way.

Nobody ever claimed Liquid Snake was not petty. Futile though it may be, a petty and niggling revenge. But revenge none-the-less.]

bluesofpeace.livejournal.com

[For the past five days, the Nexus has seemed... a little quieter, somehow. The kitchens suddenly don't look like a tornado has blown through them around dinner time, and healthy young ladies and gentlemen can walk around with much less potential for harrassment.]

[Kaz hasn't wandered the halls nor his usual haunts for five days. Those who he keeps in regular contact with haven't heard anything from him during this time. He didn't leave a note of any sort... he's simply vanished.]

[Little do they know, Kaz is stuck in a room that he can't get out of. He rests in a bed, weak from near starvation. There are only a few things he knows about this room: it's plain, the water in the pitcher replenishes itself for whatever reason, and he apparently needs someone else to get him out. There is no counter above his head and he wasted precious energy trying everything to leave.]

[He tries to pass the time sleeping now... his mind has become a dangerous place and any sort of physical reaction to his thoughts will damn him. He rolls onto his side as his stomach growls, his loose hair falling over the decent blond stubble he's grown.]

[Kaz realized at one point that the only power he truly has now is the power to off himself, but he doesn't do it. Even now, he knows that's not the way this is going to end.]

[His fingers idly rub the white bed sheet. His traitorous mind imagines it's Liquid's back instead.]

starofchaos

[Depending on where you are in the Nexus today, and at what time, you might run into one of two rather odd "women". Tired of sitting on the backburner due to Ocelot, Liquid needed a way to complete his investigations. The Miller disguise was old and useless now. Therefore...

...there had to be another option. Without any idea of where Octopus had gotten to lately (really, he hadn't been seen in months) he'd tried his amazing and fantastic disguise skills once more!

Nobody would think it was him if he were disguised as a woman, right? Especially one that was rarely seen in his experience.

Of course, he wasn't going to go through the humiliation of being one again. For one thing, three days of being a woman was annoying. For another, it could never be said that Liquid Snake backed down from a challenge! And the first disguise was challenging indeed. Wolf was not easy to mimic. Stuffing his shirt would not work with her, since she never zipped it up. So fake breasts were acquired and strapped on, hair-extensions added, and a sniper rifle retrieved. The suit was uncomfortable, however. Some adjustments had to be made to prevent his junk from being either crushed or visible. At least the other woman, the one he hadn't seen in a long time, would be easier. Strangelove looked almost like a man to begin with. However the shortness of her hair was a problem. Not to mention the colour. At last he settled on a wig. And thus he slipped out into the Nexus to try to find out three things: who the hell kept stealing his Ocelot, who had his dogtag and whether there were any plots against him.

At least his disguse was impeccable. Nobody should know it was him. ~~Yeah. Right.~~]

(ooc: so yes, uh. Liquid is disguised as either Sniper Wolf or Strangelove depending on the time of day. Feel free to come across either of them. Be warned for bad attempts at female voices and feel free to pop those fake tits.)

starofchaos

[Of all the things Liquid might have expected, this was not one of them.

He had walked into a room earlier almost without thinking, mistaking it for one he regularly visited. Realising his mistake he had, of course, swiftly left as fast as a man could leave without giving signs of fear. But as the day passed and little happened to harm him, he grew steadily more relaxed. That was, at least, until the electricity coursing through him began to manifest. A brief spark of annoyance, an unconscious exertion and shattered glass from the exploding corridor lights adorned the floor like snow, leaving a stretch of hall in total darkness. Liquid stared down at his hand as sparks crackled over it.

...that was actually both painful and entertaining.]

...the hell?

[Surely that was new.]

(ooc: So yeah, thanks to chat, Liquid now has lightning powers! ...for three days, at least.)

starofchaos

[His alternate was late.

Oh, not that they'd had any set time to meet, or even intended to meet at all. Rather, it was that the man who had been claimed by FOXDIE was not yet returned to the Nexus. Was he gone for good? Was FOXDIE a permanent death for them? If that was the case then Ocelot and himself were both in trouble. Any members of FOXHOUND too. Possibly even Dmitri. He'd need to get in contact with them all and that was a difficult proposition to face.]

Wretched girl...

[He'd need to find that woman Naomi Hunter too. Handle her himself. The thoughts that clouded his mind were heavy ones. If he had to, he would track down Naomi Hunter and break her to pieces to find out what she knew about FOXDIE. Irritably, he swung his fist against the wall, feeling it crack beneath his gloved hand as he buried it to the wrist in plaster only to tug it out again. Those words the man had said to him before he died weighed even more heavily on his mind.

Where was his broken alternate? The most he could do was wander the halls and wait, occasionally trying to call and getting no response.]

starofchaos

[The knock on the door of the one armed Liquid's house probably was unexpected.

That was alright. Liquid could wait. And when the door finally opened, there would be an interesting sight. A Liquid, no longer eyepatched, stood there before the door. His coat was fastened tightly up to his neck and there was an awkward expression on his face. Held gently in his hands, cradled against himself, was a pale gray kitten with big green eyes. It mewed impatiently squirming as if it sensed the awkwardness of the man holding it.]

(for Vaderquid)

starofchaos

[Liquid Snake is not amused.

Thanks to an amusing moment of idiocy from Ocelot, he is currently suffering from a scratched cornea.

Guess who's wearing an eyepatch on his right eye?

That's right. Liquid Snake is wearing an eyepatch over his right eye. And he is so not amused. He'd have just hidden away for a few days if he hadn't been stubborn. He wasn't missing his training over something like this, after all.

And yes.

He's totally going to lie about how he got it.]

starofchaos

[Liquid had stuck to his promise. He was not leaving Ocelot's side now, not now that he was back. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

He hadn't, however, expected that the Nexus would see fit to redecorate while they slept. He slipped from Ocelot's arms, naked and confused, to stare around at the many, many streamers, rubber ducks and easter bunnies decorating the room. It was as if the room had been exploded with the Holiday Bomb. Everything was covered in pink and yellow and he brushed glitter from his hair as a little of it fell from the ceiling.]

What the hell?

[It was then that he realised the theme. Turning, he glanced over at Ocelot.]

...that long?

[Well. It felt like such a shorter time to him. A fond smile graced his lips.]

Adam! Do you know what day it is today?

(for

fancy_shooting!)

starofchaos

[There is a Liquid wandering the halls. Usually, Liquids are full of zest. This one... not so much. Odd, really. He's been feeling drained all day. His throat is scratchy and it's difficult to breathe properly. Worse, even his reflexes seem to be dulled! His head aches and his body is shaking with the cold. Why is he suddenly feeling the cold? He doesn't know! He's pale as death. He makes a quick call-]

Ocelooooot, where are you? I need you right now.

[-and hangs up. He can't help the rare whininess in his (particularly shaken and scratchy) voice. Liquid has never been sick a day in his life, excluding some of his imprisonment - and the less said about that the better. He leans against the wall, looking miserable, and sinks down to sit on the floor.]

This is a really rotten week... first the gray hair and now this...

DOES THE UNIVERSE JUST HATE ME LATELY?!

[His words break down into a fit of coughing and he buries his face in his hand for a moment as if that will hide his identity.]

(Long story short, Liquid is sick. It's not serious, even though he looks like hell, but prepare for whiny bitch syndrome if you approach him! He's not used to feeling this rotten.)

starofchaos

[Valentine's Day was not something that Liquid paid attention to. In this place, dates meant little, especially when you had little incentive to pay attention to them. He had never before honored the date of this particular holiday. It meant little enough to him for it to have slipped his mind entirely. He was, however, on the prowl for Ocelot. For such a blatantly noticeable person, he was awkward to track. Good grief. Eventually, he simply lifted his hand to his ear and activated the codec.]

[CALL: PUSH SELECT]

(locked to

fancy_shooting.)

starofchaos

[Liquid Snake is not a man who is prone to vices beyond combat and chocolate. And Ocelot of course. The problem with dating a Russian, however, was that they tended to be quite insistent when it came to the virtues of drink. Liquid generally did ignore those insistences - except for today.

Which is why visitors to the bar will find him sitting on top of the drinks cabinet, still holding his latest glass and looking oddly cheerful. Most people would be confused about this - until they heard him speak, that is.]

Alla you... you peons and normal peoples and Ocelots. You all don't know nothin'. No, no, wait, thatsh not the right way to shtart off a speech.

[He clears his throat.]

PEOPLES OF THE NEXUS, OUTER HEAVEN, SHADOW MOSES, IRAQ, FRANCE, SWITZERLAND AND WHEREVER THE BLOODY HELL YOU TWATS COME FROM. I... HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT!

[Tilting his head back, he takes a deep drink from his glass.]

...an' I just forgot what it wash. I...blame the Patriots. THEY DID IT ALL. They must have fixed my nanomachinesh to erase my memoriesh of thish. Yes, that is what it is. Damn them! ...except not Ocelot 'cause he gives me sexings and I kinda love him. An' nobody better say a damn thing or else I'll kick their asses. I don't give a damn any more who knows. It's stupid to hide. Nothin' to fear 'cept... carrots. I don't like carrot. They're orange, so I should like them, but they taste like I'm eating dead skin cells or something. NOBODY DARE SHOW ME A CARROT. I will HURT it. Although they look funny on Snowmen. Back in the SAS one of the idiots used to go around and switch all of the carrots on the snowmen lower down. That was stupid. What an idiot. 'specially when he messed with the general's daughter's snowman that he built 'specially for him. Hah, I never heard a grown man cry before that. Dumbass.

I... had a point to this.

[He clears his throat again.]

Friends, enemies, relatives and whatever other percentage of people fits in the rest of the pie chart. Why is it even called a pie chart? Because it's round? Because you cut slices out of it? Same with most cheeses! Why isn't it called a cheese chart? [Another deep swig.] Anyway, it doesn't matter- because the point is- MERRY NEWYEARMAS TO ALL OF YOU SLICES OF CHEESE OR PIE OR WHATEVER IN BUGGERY YOU WANT TO BE!

[And with that he flips off of it, landing in an ungainly heap, and pulls himself to his feet.]

You didn't see that!

(Open. Feel free to just idle in the bar or bother Ocelot and Drunkquid.)

Current Location: Some bar

systemismine.livejournal.com

[If you happen to come up to the roof tonight, you may find yourself allured by a combination of scents and smells secreting from the lit grills. Various foods were being cooked for two particular celebrations today - New Years Eve and the birthday of Big Boss. The latter was far more important to the man orchestrating the events.]

[Ocelot was whistling as he worked. He flipped some burgers on the sizzling grill, finding that he was enjoying the wafting scents circulating. If you venture out to the long table and happen to have a good eye, you will notice a massive chocolate cake in the center of all the nibbles. It is lit with various candles. Overhead, a large white banner was held up across the back wall with 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG BOSS!' in large blue print.]

[Along with the various amounts of foods and desserts, there were also fireworks in preparation for the midnight event of a new year commencing. Sparklers were available for the younger members of the Nexus, as well as gaudy decorations dotted around the surrounding area.]

[To the right, there is a table filled with various gifts for Big Boss.]

[Naturally, there was also a lot of booze and soft drinks to help get other individuals get in the mood for tonight's events. It felt like there was an excitable buzz in the air due to the collaboration of celebrations tonight.]

_{((ooc: Happy Birthday old_papa_john~! Open to all friendly faces. If you are a close relative or acquaintance of the old codger, remember to bring gifts!))}

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Location: The Roof

fancy-shooting.livejournal.com

[The hall was eerily quiet. The relative silence amplified the jingling of Ocelot's spurs and the whir of his spinning gun.]

[He moved patiently, double-checking each room and leaving most of the doors open. But there wasn't much to be found. No one was in any of the rooms... not anymore, at least. One of the rooms still smelled of blood, so he left that one closed. The location rooms, some leading to enclosed outdoor areas, he left open, which sent a strange draft of fresh air through the halls. One even had a cold snowy breeze, which melted snowflakes into the warmer nexus atmosphere.]

[Finally satisfied, he picked up his radio and dialed Liquid.]

Come upstairs. I'm going to show you something.

[He hung up.]

((for

ysobritish))

lilquid.livejournal.com

[James has been getting antsy and so, even though he's been warned that going into random rooms is dangerous, he's eager to take on any challenge today. Energetically, he flings open a random, seemingly normal door, and enters a room, temporarily blinded by a cold gust that suddenly kicks up snow.]

[Once the initial wind dies down, James finds himself in a pure white snowy field. It's nearly immaculate, fresh and untouched. There's an old log cabin off to the side and on its porch stands some kind of weaponry that James has never seen before. Very curious now, he rushes towards it, and starts to hear an interesting whirring sound...]

[... before he gets hit right in the stomach with a snowball, nearly losing his breath at the hard impact. He doesn't notice the TARGETS HIT: 0/3 counter above his head, either...]

((Welcome to the SNOWBALL FIGHT room! You must hit three people with snowballs in order to leave. :3 There are special snowball-shooting weapons stored in the log cabin if you can reach it... as for what kinds of weapons they are, I leave that up to you. :3))

somnium-paterna.livejournal.com

[Snake was not a kind man.

Uncaring, callous, occasionally sadistic, but not kind. Far from it. He had spent the last few days in a fit of jealousy at Ocelot's presence before spotting his Liquid in the hall. A plan had formulated. It was a simple enough plan, especially once he'd found a radio lying on the ground. Ocelot would leave once he found out Liquid was alright. Then things would go back to normal.

He waited until Talib was distracted, locked in the shower before approaching Ocelot.]

Getting tired of this yet?

(Locked to

somnium_paterna ,

fancy_shooting,

ysobritish,

breakuliquid,

identitycircuit and... we'll see who else)

starofchaos

[The problems with comas were multiple, but most annoyingly was the fact that even after awakening from one, you tended to have problems. Liquid had spent the last few days fading in and out of sleep, conscious for only moments at a time and barely aware. Now, at least, he was no longer sleeping through most of the day.

There was another problem he noticed rather quickly.

Just as he hadn't been able to reach his phone when he first woke up, his limbs were cumbersome and difficult to move. It was with a huge effort that he managed to get out of the bed to begin with.

It was sad that it was rewarded with him landing flat on his face. After several tries at standing, he gave up. Standing, that was. But that wasn't going to stop him.

Ocelot was out there somewhere, and not answering his goddamn radio. That meant trouble. He had to find him. He had to know. Even if he had to crawl. Which he did, fumbling with the door and managing to disappear into the Nexus proper.

He made it at least a few corridors before he had to stop, slumping against the wall in a darkened corner to catch his breath. Five minutes, then he would keep moving.

...goddamn he felt tired.

Stupid weak human body. How dare it be weak and human? The fact he was recovering from head trauma and doped up on painkillers didn't mean anything. This was a great idea.]

Yay me...

[If sarcasm could get any more biting it would be a rabid dog.]

sneaking-sin.livejournal.com

[Big Boss sat down in a hallway, lifting a cigar and lighter from his front pockets. He bit the tip off and cupped a hand around the cigar as he lit it carefully, then sighed fresh smoke through his nose.]

[He had a thought he couldn't shake... the sight of one of his clones laying in a coma in the hospital room, all alone with severe head trauma.]

[The very idea of the clones still frustrated him deeply, but they were human enough that he... worried about them sometimes. Even they didn't deserve some of the crap the nexus put out.]

[...Something about seeing the clone in a coma just bothered him in a deep way. He couldn't explain it. It was too much like looking into a mirror... like he was seeing himself in that bed, as if he were somehow aware but unable to wake up no matter how much time passed. Trapped inside his own body. It disturbed him.]

[He even tried to go back to get another look at him, maybe see if there was something he could do... but he hadn't been able to find the hospital room again, even though he was almost sure he was in the same area.]

[Big Boss took another drag of the cigar and leaned back against the wall.]

((locked to

crimeandsorrow,

ysobritish, and.... whoever Liquid is canonically staying with I guess?))

starofchaos

[This currently-comatose Liquid had been in the hospital.

But then again, Ocelot had been there too.

Now Ocelot was gone and so was the hospital and Liquid didn't know or care anyway because on the Glasgow coma scale he was on the deepest level. Unresponsive and unaware, he simply lay there in the hallway, bandages wrapped around his head where he had been injured with the pipe.

How had he gotten there? Nobody knows. He simply was.

Perhaps the Nexus had shifted. Perhaps he had teleported or been kidnapped or simply wished himself there. Perhaps a dog was behind it all.

There was a hospital here. It's gone now.

Liquid Snake lies helpless and alone in an empty hall of the Nexus.]

(BLAME CHAT FOR THIS. Trip over/help/guilt trip/molest, do what you like 's long as it's not fatal. He's largely unresponsive but might slip from a 3 on the glasgow scale up to possible a 5 or a 6 over time. :T)

fakefse.livejournal.com

[Who is Octopus going as this Halloween? His boss! But, there's a catch- Who is his boss going as? Him! And who is Octopus going to say he is? Why, himself of course. It's just not fun unless they can mess with some heads this holiday season.]

[[Taking a leaf out of Gigaville's book and screwing with the collective Nexus today.]]

starofchaos

[On the third floor, there may be heard the odd sound of flesh striking flesh - among other things - along with the loud voice of a familiar man raised in protest.]

OW HEY NOT THE FACE-

Shut up.

[Thump. Thud. Smack. A high-pitched girlish shriek. The type of sounds you'd expect to hear in a cartoon, coming from a dust cloud.]

AH! NOT THERE- OWWWWW! OW! HEEEEELP! SOMEBODY!

That's what happens when you take advantage of room effects where my partner is involved!

OW! NOT THE FACE!

Would here be better?!

...OK, THE FACE IS FINE! THE FACE IS FINE!

[A few more sounds and Liquid strolls casually from a room, leaving a twitching and beaten up

often_shocked on the floor behind him. The blond man manages to mutter one last thing-]

So... worth it...

[-before Liquid kicks out behind him, knocking him out and leaving him there. Casually, he strolls off down the hall, whistling softly to himself. That's what happens when you use a room effect to seduce Ocelot and make him listen over the radio.]

(Jerkov is unconscious, but feel free to bother him, otherwise feel free to drop in on Liquid, who is feeling much better now. Pink text is Raikov.)

starofchaos

[It had been a few weeks since Ocelot had surprised Liquid with dinner and a movie. Especially considering recent events, Liquid decided to take it upon himself to cheer him up and return the favour. He had prepared everything diligently, taking into considering everything he'd read about dates. Candles, tablecloth, dimmed lighting... Was there anything missing? Not really. The wine was in a chilled tray of ice nearby and he had set up a TV and video player in the other room. Since he didn't watch movies, he'd just yoinked the westerns again. Ocelot would probably like them. At last, he took up his codec and called Ocelot's number.]

(Locked to

fancy_shooting)

starofchaos

[Liquid had been busy inside the Room he'd found for a few hours now. He wasn't quite sure how much time had passed as he slid out from underneath the large machine he'd found, satisfied with the repairs he'd done. Liquid was not a technologically minded person, but vehicles he understood. He patted the side of the Hind before turning his attention to the inside, checking for damage there.

He hadn't expected to find a crashed, but mostly intact, helicopter in what looked oddly like a banana farm. He also hadn't expected to find a banana farm. But blessings were blessings, and gunships were gunships and he would just be taking over this one for a little while. Even if it wasn't able to leave this area, he'd missed flying. It was one of the few things he liked, and the Room seemed more than big enough to entertain the notion for a little while. It had taken him a while to find the tools he needed, but he set to work on the internal repairs without a thought. For once, he seemed honestly content, not caring either about his still-annoyingly-short hair, Ocelot's recent death or, in fact, anything else.]

bossuboku.livejournal.com

[Jack is sitting in the hallway considering he hasn't got anywhere else to go and starts calling up his (clone) son. He's trying to learn Russian but of course without Boss to teach him he hasn't got much practice. He may or may not have food in his mouth as he switches the radio on. If he has anything it's a good memory so of course he remembers his own son's phone number! 141.80!]

[[Ooc: looking for ysobritish but feel free to come up and sing Lady Gaga to him or whatever you like!]

Current Location: Hallway

starofchaos

[Having caught a certain brother of his selling copies of the accidental tape he'd made, Liquid had proceeded to take out his irritation on the man in the most humiliating way possible. He'd simply tranquilised the man, and dressed him up in a very special outfit before tying him up and leaving him in a provocative pose in the middle of the lobby while he took photographs. Photographs secured and hidden - and copies of the tape procured, he proceeded to simply lean against the wall, his coat hanging open, and watch to see the reactions of people.]

(

dominantviper has been captured, and

ysobritish is back in a good mood. Feel free to come talk to the free Liquid or laugh at the captured Liquid.)

fancy-shooting.livejournal.com

[Ocelot is searching the halls, spurs ringing clearly with every step. He's peeking into rooms as he passes them, obviously looking for something...]

[Besides the ever-present spurred boots and revolver holsters, he's not dressed in his usual Spetsnaz uniform, instead wearing a shirt, slacks... oven mitts, and apron.]

((Looking for

ysobritish, but feel free to bother.))

polygon-animes.livejournal.com

[Hal had still been looking for the Alaska room all this time when he opened a door and found yet another oddly decorated room. This one, in particular, had a high ceiling and a padded walls and floor. He stepped in cautiously and up to the only other thing in the room - a table. And upon that table was a large bowl with a mysterious gold powder inside. Otacon spotted the words "PIXIE DUST - Think Happy!" written on a note card next to the bowl. He didn't have long to stare at it, however, for the dust launched itself at him and soon he was covered. After the initial shock, he decided to go watch some anime in his room when he felt his feet lift off the ground. Dr. Emmerich was soon flying around the room, crashing into the walls only every so often. It was like one of his Japanese animes.]

{{Pixie dust mingle room! Just think happy thoughts, after being pixie dusted, and you can fly.}}

Current Mood: ecstatic
Current Location: Pixie Dust Room - 5th Floor

starofchaos

[Liquid hadn't been "home" in two days.

After seeing Rex on the roof, he'd come to the conclusion that if nothing else, he needed to get someone to feed him. In his infinite malice, he'd picked the perfect victim for that. It was a fitting revenge. Either the dinosaur would eat him or he'd be traumatised by it. At any rate, it would be hard work for the man to avoid getting eaten. Rex didn't respond well to people other than him.

Gradually, he'd come to the conclusion that he needed to call Ocelot as well. The man would probably be thinking he was dead. Holing up inside one of the common rooms, he sat behind the door and sent out a call. At least he had his father's number...]

(Calling

fancy_shooting and

snakednake - separately, of course. If you want to bother him, go ahead, but mentions of his drunken speech will result in violence for most people.)

starofchaos

[Following his disasterous visit by Big Boss earlier, a very much in pain Liquid had decided, genius that he was, to drink the pain away rather than reach for the painkillers he still had left. Somehow during his time drinking, alone in his room, he had gotten the idea that it might be a good idea to go out. During that time he had also, oddly enough to any not-drunk person, gotten the idea to go to the lobby, stand on a table, and make a speech.]

People'sh of the NEXUS!

[He gestured dramatically, almost overbalancing, and recovered his balance with casual grace. Nobody ever accused Liquid of being the quiet one of the two.]

Sometimesh it must seem like everything is going to Hell. Sometimes it is. Sometimes you're just all blowing it far, far out of proportion, like idiots. Nobody cares if you dropped your keys and lost them. Comparatively, the fact the world's goin' to hell in a handbasket - and who the hell travels by handbasket? I ask you, who the hell would ride in a basket to Hell? They'd have to trick you, tell you you were goin' on a balloon ride or something... and then send it off to Hell. But then, it saysh handbasket, and they're tiny, so you'd have to be a dwarf, a midget or a kitten - an' not the kind that's fun to play with, the kind that scratches and bites and shit... what was I saying?

[A pause. Liquid didn't drink normally, so he had little alcohol tolerance in relative comparison with others. It was easy enough for him to get drunk off his ass. He disliked alcohol, as a matter of fact. It dulled his senses, made him vulnerable.]

Oh! Garden gnomes. Garden gnomes can fit in the basket too, right? I don't like garden gnomes. Disturbing, ugly little things. They keep staring at you. 's like they're going to bite your ankles. I think if I was that small and ugly, I would bite anklesh too. I would look up at all the big people and think "Why am I small?" and then I would hit something because I don't like feeling infe- in... lesser than other people. That'sh unacceptable! Unforgiveable! Nobody makesh me feel bad. NOBODY. 'cause then I punch them. And they start yelling "Ow". And then "Why're you kicking me?" and then "Please stop hurting me!" and then they just sorta go into this unintell- unico... they can't be understood. They just babble. Am I babbling? I think I must be.

[There was another long pause in which he casually performed a few somersaults and flips without a problem, save a few obvious winces of pain because it hurt to move. Even drunk he has better balance than most people and the alcohol dulled his pain receptors. As he stilled, his fingers curled into fists at his side. He wasn't sure who he was talking to, or why, but he needed to vent.]

It seems to me that people take advantage of you a lot. You try to take over the world, you get killed for it - and god knows how, Brother certainly didn't have the balls for it when I met him, the coward... So you try to be nice! You try to make amends! And what happens? One of the people you try to make amends to takes advantage of that. Has a bad day, decides to take it out on you. Ow. I'm not your damn punching bag, you asshole. An' I don't like it when you do that without my permission. Prick. Why he likes you, I do not claim to know. Thought you were nicer.

[People looking close might notice that, apart from the obvious pain he's in - and most sane people would assume it was damage to the legs, not where it actually was - he also has a couple of very dark bruises on his back where his father hit him. They stand out quite starkly against his tanned skin, dark brands like ink.]

Anyone know the meaning of the tattoo? Anyone? I bet they don't. Well, I'll tell you. The snake part is the temptation part. It represents the temptation of Eve. The sword, on the other hand, represents God, and therefore the revelation part. It means to be enticed towards finding out the truth, be it divine or terrible. Kinda self-'splanatory. Some people don't get it.

...

I was going somewhere with this, wasn't I?

[A looooooooooong pause.]

Fuck it, I need more alcohol.

[He took a long drink of the bottle of whiskey still clasped in his hand.]

GAAAAAAH, WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER?!

[The bottle smashed against the wall, pieces of glass pooling inside the alcohol on the ground. His fists curled into his hair, gripping it tightly for a moment.]

EVERY TIME I try to do something good, or be nice it gets thrown back in my fucking face. It's like a seagull. You feed a seagull, ten minutes later it shits on your head. [8|] It's an- an... Anny-logy. Fuck it, I'm too drunk to figure it out. Anyway, dogs are the same. They act so nice, then one day, they turn around and bite your baby. Or your kitten. Or your next door neighbour's swedish whore slash kid's tutor. Not that I'd know about neighbours. Stupid Patriot upbringing... stupid Zero... stupid fucking Father...

[His hands relaxed, sinking back down to his side.]

Can't sleep, can't fight, can't do fucking anything right now 'cept talk. So you're going to damn well listen, people. I don't care if you think I talk too much, or if you're tired or if you're on your way to the hospital - you're fucking going to listen. All I ever wanted in life was a giant robot of my own. And I got one. And brother blew it up before I could nuke anyone. Fuck you, Brother.

...wait, didn't I-? No, I didn't. That was all just a dream.

Giant robots. Are awesome. Aren't they? I had sex in one once. It was awesome. Had to carry him up there, though. Didn't matter. Carried heavier things. Twenty year olds aren't very heavy. Not even with all that ammo on them.

ANALOGY!

[He looked proud of himself for finally figuring out what an "anny-logy" was - but didn't bother to tell the people listening.]

That was it... Anyway. Giant robots. I don't know why Emmerich hates it so much. REX was my baby. I stole it fair and square. I loved that robot.

[Liquid paused to mourn his defeated robot sadly. For about thirty seconds.]

Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming to my... my... what is this?

[A loooong pause.]

My standing on a table.

Now go away.

(Long story short (man, I say that a lot),

snakednake forced himself on Liquid who is in a lot of pain and considerably pissy since he was starting to like the man. He's also very, very drunk, as if you couldn't tell. Feel free to point and laugh, but you might get something thrown at you. Like a table. No, really.)

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[If you go down to the woods today, you're in for a big surprise.]

[Familiar to a number of residents of the Nexus, the woods room has an assault course, both with ground and aerial obstacles. Mats, ropes, benches, wooden blocks, ladders, everything a child dreams of being able to play on and every soldier strives to overcome.]

[There happened to be a stream a couple of miles in, so not only was it the perfect place to train ones body, but also improve on swimming, fishing, hunting and survival skills.]

[Unfortunately for Liquid, this was only a warm up exercise that Master Miller intended to place on his pupil. He had some other activities in mind for when he had finished this initial task to ensure he was completely back to full health.]

[With a riding crop swung over his broad shoulder, Miller waited for other signs of life to appear.]

_{((ooc: Looking for ysobritish but open to everyone.))}

Current Mood: energetic
Current Location: Woods Room

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[Being tranq'd unexpected by a female version of your arch enemy was a bad enough thing to happen. Being dumped unceremoniously in a certain Room was worse.

Liquid stirred within moments, opening his eyes slowly. Everything was blurred at first, his vision doubling and blurring shapes into one another. Slowly, it began to make sense, shapes and images returning, reforming into things he recognized. He blinked once or twice, sitting up slowly - and frowning. Something felt wrong. Very wrong. His chest should not be so heavy - or bouncing.

Slowly, half-lying on the floor, he lowered his gaze. The open-coat did nothing to hide the large breasts that were currently attached to him. He lifted a gloved hand slowly to prod at one of them, noticing with confused interest the slimmer, longer fingers. His entire body felt strange. He let his hands trace lower, over his (barely) slimmer waistline. His trousers were hanging low on his hips. Then, suddenly, it clicked. A Room. That goddamned bitch of a Snake had dumped him into a Room.]

W-W-WHAT THE BLOODY HELL NOW?!

[Anyone passing nearby might notice a confused and horrified female voice shrieking from the vicinity of the Genderswap room.]

Current Location: Genderswap Room

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