[Octopus is wandering the halls, not wearing his trenchcoat for once. There was so much blood on it after his murder and defacing, that he's looking for a new one. There's also the matter of where the hell his fedora's gotten to. At least his plushies are fine, safely stowed away in his room (on a high shelf so Mulciber doesn't chew on 'em).

Trying to find a magical trenchcoat room or whatever the hell he's looking for is taking a while though, so he's pretty thirsty by the time he passes by a soda machine. Hmmm. There's no coin slot, so he hits a random button. Sure enough, a cold can of something-or-other drops down with a ka-CHUNK.

Ah, a cold, refreshing beverage. Siiiiiiiip. Mmm, orange-- Ow, what th-?

...he's grown wings. Huge, pretty, orange-and-brown butterfly wings.]

Sonuvabitch!

[...he'll need a new shirt too, having just had his ripped open by a sprouting pair of freaking butterfly wings.]

[[Have a soda! All the sodas in this machine will make you grow wings for a few days. Wings that suspiciously reflect upon one's personality (for the love of god, have a soda, steampunk Ocelot). Share and enjoy!]]

[Helen opens the door to her home and expects to go through it and to the kitchen for a nice snack after a long day of school...

... Only to find herself in the ever dreaded random hallway. Needless to say, she has no idea what happened.]

!

Where am I?!

(Have a teenage girl Otacon, f_m.)

[After a traumatizing week, it's like nothing has actually happened! Flemming doesn't like him when he's awake, but snuggles when he's asleep.]

[Sigh. Snake just lets him do this. He feels bad enough anyway.]

((locked to fedorameansevil.))

[Hmm... a scientist uniform, huh? Makes me look like a doctor. Well, if Mario can do it, why not me?]

[Brawl Snake's set up his 'practice' somewhere that vaguely resembles a hospital room. On the door is a sign that reads in barely discernible handwriting: DR. JOHN DOE, MD. TREATS ALL PHYSICAL PROBLEMS. ENTER AT OWN RISK]

((OOC: Inspired by this comic.))

So. A younger version of "King" was behind all of those murders, hm?

It would seem that, in this place, I am now no longer the only one who can't die....
...How did it feel?
Death, I mean. You were all lucky to have experienced it... even if it wasn't permanent.

.....

*grumbles* If I knew that people here can't stay dead, I wouldn't have had to taste blood a few days ago...

[There is a soaking wet woman storming back to her room in clothes too big for her that look like they belong to a certain FBI agent.]

[She enters the room she shares with Flemming, takes off all of her wet clothes and walks over to the bathroom to get a towel and to hang up the clothes in there.]

[After hanging up her clothes and drying herself off, Dalton goes to the bed and curls up under the sheets on her side of the bed.]

((Dalton found the Jusenkyo and fell into the Spring of Drowned Girl. Locked to thefedoraman.))

[Somewhere on the fifth floor]



That was entertaining. But now time's up, don't you think so, George? You can't run away from that self-righteous mob and their pitchforks forever.



[Bam! Feel free to intrude]

[No memory card? And no vibration either? What has the world come to? No use lingering there any longer. Really, if it weren't for that accursed puppet, he would still be gladly dead.

But what is this place now? There seem to be others here. Mantis skims the thoughts around him.

Interesting.

The people here seem to be suffering from a shared delusion of some kind of...nexus. Mantis shall take care, lest he fall victim to it himself.

He wonders if... if the Sorrow is here, as well. They're MGS puppet pals~! ...mun, shut up. Srry.]

[[GHOST MANTIS IS MOTHERFUCKING GO.]]

[At the risk of having his brains gnawed on, this hobo Snake has taken to searching for brains. Not human brains, though. Right now he's looking around the room with a jungle in it for something edible to zombies, and keeping on hand on the back of his neck. >(]

[Tanya walks the halls casually, looking around] ...Hm.

*Ahem* 

Hey, has anyone here seen a guy named.... what was his name again?  [She takes a crumpled up piece of paper from her pocket]

Oh yeah, "Psycho Mantis"?

((Lets just say that this takes place after the zombie event XD))

[Old Snake is lurking in a dark corner of the 4th floor bar, sitting at a booth in the back. The ashtray on the table is empty and he doesn't have a libation of any kind. He's deep in thought, tapping his right index finger on the table...nervously.]

...hnnn

[His sigh is almost reminiscent of a groan.]

[  Adrian was wandering the halls of  the 15th floor when he came across the most beautiful set of wooden doors he has evere seen.  Onece he opened them and stepped inside, he found himself in the one of the most breathtaking churches he's ever been in. ]

I found It!  surely mon and dad will come here! 

[ Given the curent zombie problems, this would be an ideal place to hide since dares not set foot on holy grounds.  Adrian takes a seat in the pews and begins waiting.]

[[ bother y/n?]]

Ok, its time to stop this.
Right.
Now.

[All mantis's mind's are now suddenly filled with very unflatteringly pink tutu's and pornography]

I have a proposition for you all, and unless you come here, now --
[Flashes of very disturbing and very german porn go through every mantis's heads]

I will continue to harass all of you eerily similar and very un-flattering knock offs of my psyche. 

[Have evil!BB and his shenanigans again. The past few days, he's been laying ghost traps everywhere in the building, invisible to the naked eye, and now, with all 9 victims dead, they activate.]

[If you happen to be close to one, your spirit will get sucked in and locked away for 24h.]


[YOU CAN GET REVIVED AS A ZOMBIE FOR A DAY NOW IF YOU HAPPEN TO BE A GHOST. Which means you're brainless and can't die and want to omnomnom other people.]


I should get a shotgun.

[Sokolov glances around, confused. A second ago, he'd been handing over the Shagohod test data to Tanya, and now suddenly he's in an entirely different building! The architecture here doesn't look Soviet to him; it's too modern, and well-maintained. He decides to use his rusty English to call for help.]

H-hello? Can anyone hear me? Tatyana? It seems I've become - lost.

[The echo of his voice in the empty corridor spooks him a little. With a whimper, he runs off to crouch in a doorway.]

((Hey dressing room, it's a Sokolov, from right before his meeting with Naked Snake in Grojnyj Grad. ))

[Novel Snake is feeling badly over the recent murders, so he goes about expressing his displeasure in his usual sedate manner.]

WHY DON'T YOU COME OUT AND FACE ME, YOU MURDERING BASTARD?! C'MON, AREN'T YOU MAN ENOUGH FOR AN ACTUAL CONFRONTATION?!

Mantis doesn't need a codec injection, nor does he particularly desire one.

His method of communication, on the rare occasions he wants to find someone and actually speak to them, is somewhat more direct.

Raikov may hear a mental voice right about now, if he's paying attention. A very, very, strained and irritated mental voice.

/We need to talk. Now./

The voice goes hand in hand with a brief flash of a mental image - the roof, through tinted lenses.

(He wasn't particularly careful about eavesdroppers - nor did he care, so a person or two might have overheard that.)

[Still a ghost... not very happy about it. He's randomly haunting the 2nd floor for lack of a better thing to do.]

[He's not one for mysteries and no idea how to solve his own murder, let alone nine. He gathered what clues he could and tried to send them to the right people. So what's left to do? He's started just fazing through the living if they come by. No further need to step out of the way after all.]

[His dogs, though... seem to sense his ghost and started following it around.]

Just don't eat any of the dead bodies.

[have a snake. of the big boss kind!]

...Where the hell am I? I was just at the gravesite... where the Boss was buried. And now I'm in a building with a bunch of doors? What the fuck?

 

((tis jackie mun. i got bored, don't ask xD))

[ This building was strange, how could there be just an endless amount of doors? He couldn't remember how long he had been looking for, but he could imagine it was sometime past an hour. Oblivious to the recent murder events he stopped when he found himself back on the first floor.]

Okay.. I give up.

I'm lost.. Does anyone know where I am?

(( This has been an on going thing with owmytits So, you can thank her for Man!Rose, coming from MGS4 ))

...

[At the bottom of a staircase lies one last body, crumpled in a heap on the ground. He looked bruised, some joints twisted a little this way and that-probably as a result of falling down the stairs. His eyes were still wide open in fear- and his body was still warm.

Upon further inspection, one could see that he was missing his left hand- his arm lays on the ground, blood covering his labcoat. He's turned as such so that you can't quite notice, but it looked like his shirt was slashed open, and there's something on his stomach- you won't be able to see until you move him]




[And ghost!Hal? He's in the corner of the staircase, huddled in a ball, shaking. Maybe he finally got what he deserved for all his sins.]




[[I had to post this now since I'm going to be out for a good chunk of the day. Sorry guys. >:]]

Some of the nexus' inhabitants have been comically unaware of people being brutally killed in sick, twisted, and possibly arbitrary ways. This probably has something to do with post-Silent Hill traumatic stress combined with a newly developed Batman complex with a nasty Julie encounter on top like some kind of mutated AIDS cherry on a cake of human flesh.

The above happens to fit Quinton to the letter. He's currently holding up in his room, mumbling something about Sparta, elevators, sketchy priests and of course-- rape monsters.

The centerpiece of his room is an impressive fort crafted from a series of blankets, couches, chairs, and poles, held together with rope and duct tape...but that's been there since he first arrived here and claimed this room. He's currently within, wrapped up in blankets and experimenting by mixing together beer, and coffee he may or may not have managed to lift from the infamous coffee room.


((bring it, payton.))

[Fox stops by the the infirmary to drop off something he found earlier. He puts it on ice. He doesn't know who it belongs to... he hasn't gone out much since the memories of Shadow Moses were implanted in him..]

[After that he gets up to speed on the murders and other events. Fox is not pleased.]

...

[He is found writing on a wall in a random hallway... He's writing the string of numbers that have appeared.]

1 - 6 - 21 - 4- 25 - 15 -12

6 carved into the back of a living victim as well.


[Under the numbers he's writing seemingly random letters.]

Ghosts Mikhail and Ilya are drifting down the corridor, holding hands; Ilya's recently-deceased corpse floats psychokinetically before them. Lest someone vandalize or otherwise desecrate the body, they've decided to safely stow the body in Ilya's room. On the way there, however, a sudden voice speaks from behind them.

"So someone's done it at last, hmm?"

Spooky mutters curses under his breath. Of all the times for that man to show up again, it's when his son is a spirit as well. Fuck.

[[GS and Spooky face off against their worst opponent yet - Ilya's father. Here come the drama.]]