[And now he's on the 'beach room', standing there and looking at the so-called 'sea'. The nice sound of the waves hitting the shore and the nice smell of salty water...

Not that really changes the fact that he feels terrible about, well, everything. He never imagined that meeting with Big Boss would bring up so many things that should be dead by now.

The worst thing is that he never means no harm to anyone, but it seems like that's the only thing he can bring to the others. From what happened between him and Big Boss, to his present situation with his daughter... Things always seem to go down the wrong path.

He's definetely too old to deal with all this.]

[Apparantly there was a war brewing. Miller had been kept out of the dark about such information, but once it came to light, he immediately fell back into 'Hell Master' mode.]

[If Big Boss could get away with training a bunch of hopefuls to take down this building, he'd have to go through his own elite soldiers first.]

[Miller was in exactly the same location as livingherdream had been, though it was now empty. He was in the middle of training some NPC soldiers to build them up for the war, and of course, he offered harsh training regimes. No point in being soft with them right now. He was determined to make sure they won this fight.]

[He snaps his crop down on his own thigh, staring out among his excelent pupils, who were past their hundredth push-up by now.]

You're all fine, elite soldiers. Strong men. Independent warriors.. You are going to prove your worth and defend your rights not only as soldiers, but as human beings.

Now. All of you get up and and find a sparring partner. Let's work on your CQC.

[Snake was just trying to find the room with the coffee fountain in it. Some how, instead she found a room filled with pillows and stuffed animals of all shapes and sizes. All of the walls are painted peaceful shades of pinks, blues and purples. On the table are constantly warm and refilled mugs of hot cocoa.

Well, cocoa can be just as good as coffee. The soldier enters the room with a confident stride, only to recoil when her clothes are replaced with a pair of pajamas.]

Wh-what is this?!

[Why does she suddenly really wish an Otacon or Meryl, or even Liquid Wolf were here? And why can't she get out?]

((Delilah has wandered herself into a Cuddle Party Room. In this room your character will suddenly find themselves in a pair of pajamas (whether they normally wear some or not) with the urge to be cuddled. This doesn't mean they'll lose their inhibitions about it, but they will want affection just the same. The room will not let anyone who hasn't cuddled a little out. Children are allowed. Let's get huggy!))

I EXPECT YOU ALL CONTINUE FOLLOW RULES OF TOILET. THAT ARE ALL.

[One might come across a new Snake, Shadow Moses era, with his hand to his ear, obviously attempting to contact someone by codec. However, he looks very disgruntled, as the person he's thinking of isn't picking up]

Ocelot, if you're going to call me out here, you might want to have the decency to pick up-

((OOC: Okay, I did it. The Snake for liquidouroboros, just for you, Nao))

[What Fox has missed most of all is the feeling he gets when he's given a task; a mission, an objective to complete in a specific time frame. Recent duties that had been placed in his hands consisted of running advanced field trials with a small group of soldiers hand-picked by Big Boss. Hours upon hours of training in the forest room and those dogs of war finally learned how to chase a Fox. They still had a long way to go, but Big Boss was exceptionally pleased with the progress Fox had made with them.]

[His commander had granted him a bit of downtime, a rare opportunity to relax. He returned to his room, changed back to his usual attire and bathed, but the earthy scent still lingers on him. He relaxes down in the lobby, laying across one of the couches. His eyes are closed as he just takes in what may be one of his final days to rest.]

[That kooky old Ocelot is wandering down the hall towards the room where his private boat is stored. He has left a message on old_papa_john's door to beckon him out to spend time with him. Perhaps a date of sorts, though Ocelot had never really indulged in behaving romantically. But now that he has Big Boss for himself, he plans on taking good care of him.]

[He has a bottle of Bourbon for them to share and some tasty cupcakes in an attempt to lure his old friend out. It was fairly warm outside, so he could afford to take his coat off and enjoy rays of the sun on his bare skin.]

[He walked out onto the deck of the boat and braced his hands on the railings, waiting for John to show.]


_{((ooc: For old_papa_john))}

[Viper was just taking a stroll trhough the base when she opened a door and ended up in the Nexus.

Of course that she isn't one to fret over things, and a sudden change of scenario really wasn't enough for her to panic.

In fact, that was even kind of attractive.]



(( ooc: pre-MPO Viper (aka Gene), female version. Let's see how far I can take her. ))

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» ArmsTech's enforcement division, AT SECURITY, is hiring!
With the threat of civil unrest ever present, our conglomerate has decided to increase its efforts to keep the occupants of this building secure. However, unlike the normal hiring process; we will send out codec transmission and/or mailed requests for qualified individuals to meet with our firm representative, #893, to apply.

» Trade your Non-ID tagged Armaments!
We are pleased to announce a new program for occupants equipped with non-ID tagged weapons to have them properly identified and coded to your own personal bio-signature! For every weapon modified into our sponsored service, we will provide extra ammunition to get you going! But what are the benefits of ID-tagging? Imagine if you will a horrible situation where you have been disarmed and unable to retrieve your weapon from an enemy. Instead of them using your own arms against you, the weapon will not function without your own fingerprints or nanomachine ID.

» EMS Testing of Nanomachine Users
Next week, we will be testing the current nanomachine update issued last month to repair the malicious hacking of the firmware. This test will allow us to keep malware from corrupting users, as well as further monitor nanomachine progress of its users. For those without nanomachines, you are welcome to stop by our local offices (currently located at the DREBINS Shop, 1st Floor Basement) for vaccine jet-injection.

» Gift Exchange!
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[Yet another VR training session. Hal's trying to keep an eye on his little sister, who looks like she's getting far too little sleep. As for everyone else, you know if you're supposed to be here (snakehermit and whyamisobritish, I'm looking at the both of you). Otherwise, stop on by if you want to chat, bother Hal, or use something in the VR room.]

[Someone was allowed to code a virus.

[Someone's also being an unholy terror while doing so, barking out commands and threatening to break things if it doesn't decide it wants to work.

[This someone probably needs a break. Preferably before her bloodstream is more caffeine than blood.]

[Big Boss, being the frequently active yet frequently bored man that he is, has decided to make a list. It is, of course, a very important list that has existed in his head for quite a long time but now is when he's getting it down on paper. He has retied to the library for this purpose and is jotting down names on a clipboard, looking bored, nonchalant and slightly murderous. If one were to look over his shoulder (not recommended) one might just be able to see the list before he would CQC you into the floor of course.]

[People not to kill/maim/mutilate:
Gray Fox
Sniper Wolf
Ocelot (?)
Eva (?)

People to kill/maim/hurt/mutilate:
Zero
Donald Anderson
Dr. Clark
Solid Snake
Liquid Snake
That other clone
Everyone else]

[someone's very excited. He's looking for a certain female GEKKO named Nyu, with a piece of electronics in his hands that may make it possible for her to talk to others]

Nyu? Are you here?

Um... Anyone know where I can find some coolant?

[This Julie's had it pretty rough lately. She's been killed once and upon finally finding herself a Hal, she was threatened to stay away from him. In order to stay safe, she's mostly remained hidden in her room on the eleventh floor, primarily coming out just to use the kitchen. But figuring that she has already experienced death, she's finally walking about the hallways, looking for her son, one that might side with her.]


((Any Takers? Haters?))

[Wolf really ought to learn that no good comes from entering room, but his ammunition for his PSG-1 were running low, and he was desperate to find more, in case he ran into another fight...although it had been a good while since the last one. He almost missed it. Nevertheless, he always liked to be prepared. However, as he entered this room, he found himself...in a mighty weird predicament.]

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[Currently just seeing random women being doused with...whatever kind of liquid that was, currently Wolf was kind of enjoying the scene. Even if he was annoyed by the fact that he could recognize this song from the CD his unitmates used to tease him with. :|]


((It's the Music Video Room again, because I needed something to do with his muse while it was still alive, and this video was too loltastic to ignore. Basically, if your character enters this room, they will be transported into the music video of their choosing, or you can have them join or observe another character's video. Have fun! :3))

Okay, heroine, set me free.

[As Liquid lay in the pilot seat of his now crashed Hind D, he watched Snake bring up her Desert Eagle to his forehead. He was surprised that she was willing to put him out misery, considering her reaction to his causal flirting in the torture room.

Hearing a quiet, sobbed "Goodbye," he knew why Snake was doing it. Otacon or, rather, Mei Ling. Poor girl. She was rather nice and quite cute, to boot. Liquid wished he had gotten a chance to know her better, but between the shrapnel that had pierced his lung and Snake's bullet that was going to pierce his forehead, he didn't think that he was going get it.

Liquid closed his eyes and soon heard the gun fire. Strange, he didn't feel any pain. In fact, his chest pain was gone, too. Opening his eyes, he noticed that he was now in a building instead of his Hind's cockpit.]

Well. This is an interesting afterlife.

((ooc: Introducing Liquid Wolf, from merylgearsolid. If you can imagine a Liquid who womanizes and wears a skimpy, unzipped jumpsuit, know that this is him.))

[There is a giant turkey sitting in the kitchen, just waiting to be eaten. The smell is incredibly good, and you just might feel compelled to try some.

But there is one side effect: anyone who tastes the turkey must name, out loud, at least one thing he or she is thankful for.]



[Ume can't help but try when she sees the turkey. She takes a bite, chewing slowly...]

I'm thankful for my new family here~

[In the hallway ahead echoes the sound of robotic footsteps, closing in slowly. The shadow of something inhuman grows larger against the far wall as the sound draws nearer, and finally, the thing causing it rounds the corner. It's... METAL GEAR!?

... It's... a very small Metal Gear. Its optical sensors blink and extend briefly, like a bird's head rising to look around.]

Eh? Gillian? Gillian!? Where did you go? I'm not picking you up on my sensors anymore! ... Actually, I'm not picking up much of anything anymore! I can't connect to Alpha-1! (Maybe it's SNOW-9?)

... Hello...?

[Outraged by the latest news, Esme stormed through the hallway of the American station she was currently assigned to. She could hardly believe it! Even if she long suspected that the calm that the Kurdish refugees in Iraq were experienced was merely a farce, due to the fears of both Turkey and Iraq fearing the rising power of Kurdish people would cause them to become an independent threat, the latest US government action only solidified what Esme expected; they didn't give a damn about the Kurdish refugees at all! The bastards had sanctioned an attack on the Iraqi military, due to it's intervention in Kurdish residential areas...something that seemed good for her people on the surface. However, Esme knew better. This attack would only cause further conflict between the Kurds and the Iraqis, which would only end up with the same damned conflict her people had to go through, in trying to flee across the borders, only to be turned away by the Turkish government! And she knew the Americans didn't do this to help her people...this only gave them more reason to suspend their already pathetic aid to her people! The bastards...if only Big Boss, Saladin was still around...!]

[Slamming the door open, she spoke in heavily accented English.] What is the meaning of-...

[Looking around, her angry expression faded away. This wasn't the building she knew...what in the hell...?]

...what has happened...?


((Rebooting my child Sniper Wolf to correspond better with canon information that has come to light to me. This Wolf is from 1996, 13 years old (and thus more of a teenager than a child), and currently isn't quite sure if Big Boss is alive or dead from the events of Operation Intrude N313, although her outlook is rather positive. Also, I expanded some information from documentation of Kurdish refugee problems, so hopefully I didn't mess it up too badly...feel free to hit me up on AIM if I did something wrong there. At long last my Wolf muses are returning to me...I just had to take a long walk in the freezing rain to regain them. 8D))

[Somewhere in the Nexus, there is a couch. On that couch is an Old Snake, looking far more worn and tired than usual. He has an arm over his eyes, seemingly sleeping, until a soft chuckle comes from the couch] Are you done writing tonight, Otacon? You haven't asked me what happened on my missions for while now. [He lowers the arm, looking around] Hnnh.

[John was really just exploring this time. He enjoys it, and it get's him out of Jackie's hair for a bit.

The room he is in now looks like it was made for cat lovers. Cat shaped chairs and tables, pillows and rugs. There are even a few cats running around.

John trips over one such cat, falling face first into one of the chairs. He sits up and checks, yep, busted his lip.

Big fat tears form in his eyes as a little screen above his head flashes.]




[Oh dear, looks like this room makes people only speak in LOLcat. D: Post some freaking cats! ]

[Snake has been trying for months now to gain the power he desires in this place, and so far he's made it absolutely no where. His allies were hardly acting like allies, and there was no sign of any legacy anywhere or hints that it would matter even if he found it.

Maybe it's time to focus his attention elsewhere.

But where? Snake isn't sure yet, so maybe a little random chaos in the hallways will help pass the time while he considers.]

((Evil!NS isn't in the best of moods and wants to make other people suffer for this. Approach with caution.))

Everyone has heard the story of Hansel and Gretel. They get sidetracked in a forest and are led to a mysterious looking house made out of gingerbread.

And of course, being that this was a Nexus, similar situations had to apply here.

As it just so happens, that fiesty Ocelot was walking down the hallway, attempting to figure out what to do with the build up of energy inside of him. He stopped abruptly, lifting his head and picked out a scent nearby.

Chocolate.

Immediately, he followed the scent that stopped at a brown door. Seeing as he was named after a feline, curiosity took hold of him and he pushed the door open. Inside the room was a small lane, and at the end of that lane was a house.

A house made out of chocolate.

Baffled and yet allured by the sight, Ocelot had no choice but to step inside and make his way down to the edible home.

You better stop him or join him, or he'll try to eat it by himself.