*Mantis's breathing was becoming slower and shallower as he talked to Snake, but he was not ready to leave just yet. He still had a few tasks left at hand.*

If you want to find your future... go through that door.

*The bookcase in the back of the room slid to the side revealing an opening.*

This is the first time I've ever used my powers to help someone...

*He could feel himself slipping away.*

It's strange... it feels...

*he was struggling even more, his breathing making the last word difficult to say.*

Nice...

*Once he managed it though he felt his body go limp, and for a moment he could feel nothing. He must be dead now, or at least that was what he thought. But something strange seemed to occur. He realized that he could feel a floor beneath himself again, and he heard voices nearby. They didn't belong to the girl Meryl, or the soldier Solid Snake. He opened his eyes and slowly got back on his feet.*

This must be purgatory.

*He started to float down the hallways looking for the sources of the voices he had heard.*

((OOC: Have a [living] Psycho Mantis shortly after when his death should have occurred in MGS1 :) ))

If there was one thing that Solid Snake learned in this mission, it was to expect the unexpected at all times. However, upon opening his eyes and finding himself in a building with a completely different structure than Shadow Moses, shocked didn't even begin to cover the emotion that Snake felt as he picked himself off the ground.

The last thing he remembered was that he had barely managed to survive against Revolver Ocelot's electric torture for him. It hurt like hell, feeling all those tiny little bolts of electricity go through him, but he'd be damned if he was going to give into the torture. Not only because he wasn't the type of guy to give in so easily, but also because he had Meryl to look after. Naomi could give him as hard of a time as she wanted about the girl, but if there was anyone who didn't deserve to be roped into all of this, it was her. And after hearing a couple people refer to Ocelot as a torture specialist, he certainly didn't want to even try to imagine what he'd do to a rookie soldier, such as Meryl.

But now, he was topless, weaponless, and felt sore in nearly all parts of his body. That part he was expecting, as the last thing he remembered, before passing out, was being dragged out by two guards. So why didn't he seem to be imprisoned right now? Had someone broken him out? Didn't seem very likely, but there was a minute possibility that the ninja running around, or rather, Grey Fox might have had something to do with it. However, even if that was the case, the halls seemed too clean and not nearly blood-stained enough to indicate that he had been around.

Even if he was home free though, this didn't mean that his mission was over! He had to save Meryl! He had to stop Liquid and the others from launching a nuke! He couldn't just stand around and lament on this odd situation!

So he quickly took cover behind a wall, quickly scanning his eyes around the area for hints of any familiar landmarks he had memorized of Shadow Moses. Seeing nothing, he bent to the ground, and rose a hand to activate his Codec.

"Colonel, this is Snake! Can you read me?!"

Hearing nothing in response, Snake growled lowly in frustration. Great. He didn't know where the hell he was at, and his commander for the mission seemed to be offline. He also tried contacting Master Miller, Mei Ling, and Otacon, but all attempts came to no avail. Thinking for a moment, he then tried tuning the frequency to 140.15, but as expected, no response came of that either.

"Hnngh..."

Now he really was all alone, huh? Well, he supposed that the only thing that he could do was find a way out. Clinging himself to the walls, he set out to do just that, peeking his head from the corner every once in a while, to make sure no guards were on his ass. After all, one could never be too safe.



((Have a MGS1 Snake. This one comes from directly after the torture scene, so he still doesn't know about most of the deal behind Shadow Moses. Because this mun thought that FM needed moar MGS1.))

Jane didn't really work out too hard, but after her encounter in the gym with Liquid Snake, she decided that since he technically invited her to have a drink, she should take a shower and change out of her workout clothes.

Walking to the bar, she has no clue what the outcome is going to be. She doesn't know how much she can even say to him. There's many things she herself doesn't even know about all those years in-between. She figures it couldn't hurt to at least talk to him. He seemed understandable and willing to give her a chance.

She opens the bar door and glances around for him.

((for dominantviper, of course.))

[Sm was feeling restless ever since the Disney room so she decided to visit the park. She sat at the edge of the pound and watched the little ducks swim around. She had wanted to call Sorrow and invite him along but... after what he's gone through she figured that he'd rather be resting.

She sighed and started skipping stones across the water, she was starting to feel a little lonely for once.]

((OOC: Bother~? Or you could just come hang out at the park :B))

Ah, the gym. The one place Helena can always depend on to (temporarily) ease her stress. She's been here for a while now, and has been coming to this place a lot more frequently than usual since her breakup with Wolf.

Not that she was out of shape before, but she's definitely starting to get back into that top physical form that she used to be in. Especially in the leg and abdominal areas. After a particularly long run on the treadmill, Fortune is now bent over the machine, panting heavily as she rests her forehead on the support bars. She in her usual sports bra/sweatpants combo, trying to catch her breaths as she feels a wonderfully painful ache in her muscles.

As much as her body is protesting against this harsh treatment, the woman drinks from her bottled water as she prepares to continue her workout. Helena is once again back to doing what she does best; turning her anger and sadness into power.

((Hey- Get your lazy ass to the gym. Feel free to use any of the equipment or talk to Fortune if you like.))

[Another day, another cyborg ninja in the lobby.

This one looks a wee bit more outdated than most, though. And he's rocking that accent Johannesburg-style.]

...No way a building of this size could be sound. It's built like an accordion, constantly expanding through the middle... And where do extant floors come from?

It could do with some more crates as well...

[okay, this isn't anything too out of the ordinary. ignoring that they're on a beach that's...inside the building (he still doesn't get the physics behind that), sparring is a natural, normal part of training. he's sparred with Big Boss before; he knows the rules and, even if they've changed for whatever weird exercise his commander has planned this time, Snake knows he can adapt.

he finishes stripping, dropping the last ammo pouch on the ground with the rest of his gear, and faces the other man]

Ready when you are, sir.

(continued from here! locked to inherent_sin)

[This Fortune hadn't been around in a long while, so she was just casually walking along the hallways, before wandering into a room. This room is probably familiar to many of you around here.]

...What the?

[When she emerged, well, she wasn't a she anymore.]

...

[The genderswap room has opened it's "loving" doors again to you lot. Come on in.]

Snnnnnnnnnnnake where did you go? We're supposed to be leaving for the fancy fondue restaurant!

SNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE! It's going to be wonderful, come on snake! FONDUE!

FON ~ DUE!

It has been awhile since Santa has explored around this place. Although, really it was only a day since he set foot out of one of the rooms, but it appeared much more time has passed since. Perhaps one of the rooms he went in may have had a warped sense of time.

Never the less, with his big sack slung over his shoulders, he went to explore around the area. Until he came across a familiar looking... duck.

In fact, it almost looked like...

"Para-medic?" he said. "It's her duck."

He bent down, to examine the duck. Surprisingly, it's been well mannered, since god knows what  Para-medic would've done to the poor duck.

The duck glances over to Santa, curiously. It tilts it's head, giving him a good look before repositioning it's head. She waddles over to him and starts nuzzling it's head.

"Quack", the duck said.

Santa bent down and began to pet the duck on it's head, to which it responded by nuzzling the palm of his hand.

"Hrn..." he groans, "If only Para-medic was like this duck and wasn't as annoying..."

[There's a normally stay-home-Mama in the hallway, holding... a plate of cookies.]

[She made them especially for the little David she's been raising. Now, those of you who know EVA know that she usually doesn't cook... and for good reason. But EVA figured she'd give it another try today- Which is why she plans on testing these cookies out on you. If you're walking by, she'll have to insist that you try one- whether you want to or not.]

[There's... something a little off about the way they look...]

((Open to all))

[Evil Fear figures Natalia is probably having the time of her life in his body. Making enemies for him, most likely. So he's pacing the corridors, crossbow in hand, trying to figure out how best to exact his own revenge. Pretending to be Natalia shouldn't be too hard. Just act like a stuck up bitch to everyone.]


((Yeah, have fun. :V))

[After switching bodies with her most hated enemy in the nexus (yes, after getting killed by him once, and finding her lover mutilated by him another time, even the enemy had nothing on him), Natalia decided that perhaps the best way of getting her revenge would be as posing as the evil Fear himself. She wasn't quite sure what she was going to do with the body, but she figure that at the very least, she could find out some information.]

[However, after experimenting with the stealth in the suit for far too long, she found herself to be experiencing the worst kind of hunger she ever had in her life. Was this why the Fears were constantly eating? What the hell was up with their stomachs anyways? She didn't know, but for damned certain she was going to get some food. So at the moment, you might fight this fake Fear mowing down on food in the kitchen. She didn't know how the hell the Fears managed to stay so damned skinny, but she didn't care if she got fat from all the food she was eating. It wasn't like this was her actual body anyways.]

[Depending on who enters the kitchen though, Natalia may ask some questions...or at least try to start some conflict. After all, what good was this opportunity if she couldn't stir a little shit for that Fear to enjoy when he came back?]

[The female Liquid is currently sitting on the roof, sighing as she looks down at the "ground" from all the way up here. There wasn't many fun things to do here, especially since she hadn't seen her brother in a few days.]

This place is so boooring.

[She frowned, leaning her chin on her hands.



Come chill on the roof :v]

[Naomi is in the nexus library, sat behind a huge stack of periodicals; there's a couple of editions of the American Journal Of Inaccurate Genetics, a lot of editions of Nanotechnology For Aspiring Supervillains - mostly from the early 2010s - and one of Anachrohistory, left open at an article about the space race. Top of her pile, though, are some perfectly mundane periodicals about neurochemistry; it's clearly her brother's plight that's really weighing on her mind.

The morning's newspaper is also open on the desk in front of her; it's a February 2010 copy of the Washington Post. Yesterday's was October 1946. Nexus newspapers are as temporally varied as the inhabitants, but it is usually the Washington Post. Naomi's only been reading the sports section, as she suspects the rest of the paper is a Patriot lie.

One has to wonder if the nexus issues library fines, but given the building's usual nature and temperament, she doesn't want to chance finding out. Best do all her reading here, then.]


((OOC: Bother Naomi, or just drop by to look for something to read. :D))

[Don't mind Ocelot. He's just sitting out on the rooftop garden, reclined in a chair rather elegently... smoking a cigar...

In Para-Medic's body.]

[He couldn't get used to the feeling of a bra, so he's just lounging in one of his shirts which was far too large for his womanly body.]

[At least he could empathise with EVA now... Breasts were heavy things to have.]

[So there's a considerably butch woman with a huge rack an eyepatch going through the halls, dragging along what appears to be an unconscious soldier. Nevermind about that; business as usual around here.

But she is yelling into her radio.]

Campbell! Where the hell is that truck?



((told you, Lucky.))

[You may notice a Pain carrying a Sorrow down the hallway. He's looking for a room where he can stash him until he wakes up; one that will have a good supply of painkillers or be locked. His thoughts center on his fight with Alek and his last time with Fear, although he worries about Sorrow waking up too early and misunderstanding what happened to him. Better for everyone he stayed alive with his new smile. Easier for all of them.]

[When he's done, he finds a room that showed signs of being forced open with a knife. Interesting. It's out of the way and, he suspects, will be a good place to do some finishing medical work on Sorrow's new Glasgow smile.

He opens the door and steps in, shifting Sorrow more comfortably when he notices something wrong with his hands...]

Huh.

[Where'd the scars go?]

[[I got permission from scrib to go ahead with the Sorrowing since the thread is going slowly x3 So, Disney room!  You come in, you turn into a Disney character, hilarity ensues. Lasts for as long as you want. Feel free to comment on Sorrow's situation or ignore the Cobra hijinks to ruin Disney forever while doing other things.]]

[There's a young Big Boss lurking as he often does. He's looking for his kids, adopted or otherwise...making sure that they are all staying out of trouble.]

[Oh, well, great... Jane is in Ocelot's body right now. She wasn't used to being a man before, this is not any better. She guesses that being Ocelot isn't as bad as it sounds, but with him walking around as her... she just hopes that three days pass by faster than expected.

There is now an "Ocelot" walking very awkwardly down a hallway.]

[Meryl, after some wandering around, decided not very long ago to check out a room with its door hanging slightly open. Upon entering, she found herself wearing a bright red EVA plugsuit. Not only that, but her hair, though still the same shade of red, apparently grew down to her mid-back. Her sizes certainly didn't change, though, in particular her one other identifying characteristic. At least she wasn't carrying any equipment around with her this time. At the moment, she's investigating the damage, trying to keep her hair out of her face.]

What the hell is this supposed to be? Looks like a sneaking suit, but why's it bright red? Maybe it's designed to work against infrared sensors...? Hnn...


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[OOC: I'm not dead~. SO. Cosplay room. I guess whether or not your character takes on the personalities of the character they're dressed up as, or whether or not it lasts outside of the room, is up to the player. (Thinks there's been a room like this before but wasn't there for it)]

[Null seems to be busying himself in the kitchen. With Elisa being "asleep" and Ursula about, he knows it would be infinitely easier to just get lost out in the jungle room again and survive on rodents and frogs but... As self-sufficient as the boy is, he feels compelled to learn more than wilderness cuisine.]

[He's seen EVA do this. He's seen Elisa do this. He'd even seen Big Boss do it once, but the man seemed to have an affinity for not even waiting for this step to be completed before he was shoveling it into his mouth... He is confident he can perform this task as well.]

[Resting on the counter beside him, a package of instant noodles. In front of him? A pot of water on the stove. He's watching the pot, waiting for the water to start boiling. From what he knows, water tends to boil quickly on a stove. What he's neglected to do is realize the burner should be on a setting higher than "1" to achieve this.]

[...Regardless, he seems pretty transfixed on this pot of (not boiling) water.]