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"This world is a dark place,
your friends can become your enemy in but a blink of an eye.
Politics are fickle, countries rise and fall..."

[He's been meditating on this for the past ten days. He glances to the pile of clean laundry on the corner of his futon that he never got to; it's all wrinkly since he never took the time to fold it. John takes that moment to get that done now all the while thinking about the future and the past, as it were. He tries to kick it all out of his mind and focus on the task at hand, but every once in a while, it comes back to taunt him: the emptiness he feels and the collossal amount he still misses The Boss.]

...

[Following that train of thought, it then occurs to him that he's still got children to look after and a boy that he still needs to teach the alphabet to properly. He'll have to locate his notes to figure out where he left off.]

[Things have not been going well for this Big Boss. She had to kill The Boss yesterday and learned today that 'ADAM' was a Chinese spy all along. Then, the government had the nerve to award her for killing her beloved mentor, fully knowing that she had never betrayed America. It was seeing the grave that broke her, though. After setting down The Boss' Patriot and some white flowers, she saluted and tried not to cry, but tears ran down her cheek, anyway.

She only closed her eye for a moment, but, when she opened it, she was no longer in the graveyard. She stopped saluting and wiped her tears away with her sleeve. She needed to figure out where she was.

It seemed clear now that the world hated her guts.]

((ooc: This is Para-Medic or, rather, Flying Snake from the merylgearsolid AU. Basically, Para is Big Boss. Details on the MGS3 part of the AU can be found here. On that page, there is also a link to the original concept.))

[Pain opens a door and finds a fountain of coffee in the middle of a park-looking area. He also finds himself in a pink frilly apron and carrying a tray of mugs. It looks like the room wants him to serve coffee to everyone.

...Well, why the hell not?]

Who wants some coffee?

[No sleep while working on coding makes Emma fall asleep at computer. She has a lovely imprint of the keyboard on her face and an equally lovely imprint of her glasses on her arm. There's something in the mug that looks like sugar with some coffee in it. She makes a soft noise, moving her head slightly, waking just enough to be surprised once someone comes by]

[AU!Hal is in a chair in the corner of the library. The is a book about the history of robotics open on his lap. He stares at the page, not really seeing it.]

[His hands are very slightly trembling.]

All right... now that I've got my camo index up fifty-five point 6 percent, time to sneak around and take pictures of anything suspicious.

[Camera in hand, Snake is searching for things to take pictures of to send to Otacon for evaluation. The more suspicious or Meryl's ass, the better.]

Sorry for taking so long to answer my latest threads folks, Life's being a bit***. So everyone who was threading with this account, unhelpfuladvice and talktotheforest, sorry for the delay. But everything is 'solved' now (I guess...).

Anyways, I'll try to send a note before I disappear for more than 24 hours >.

[Screaming Mantis is sitting in the hallway on a bench looking dazed. She is lightly running her hand over her now scarred face, thinking of the fight she got into in the Kiss room. A really big part of her is disappointing that she didn't just kill E!fear, and most of her sanity seems to be gone at the moment.

She's humming to herself softly trying to blocked out the sounds of screaming and gunfire, that seem to be louder than usual, that was going through her head.]

((OOC: Mantis is feeling a little crazy right now, so approach with caution.))

YES. IT'S MORE FORTUNE/CONCEPT!VERSE RETCON. BLAME KOJIMA. Although, for the sake of not killing myself, I will happily ignore 80% of what I read in an old official write-up of MGS2 this morning :D

But for those of you who are curious; The following are minor facts about the conceptual plans for MGS2 that aren't a big deal for me to actually include in my headcannon universe:

( Cut for length )

Anyway, there you go. There was also this thing about Johnny having been a Patriot spy that dies when his pacemaker shut down but I didn't pay much attention to it since my Fortune wouldn't have met him anywayz.

[Liquid's week was finally looking up. Even with Julie's blood staining his face, hands and uniform and the crimson-coated knife hanging loosely in his hand, Liquid was starting to feel much better.]

[Six years to live? Who cares? He had gotten a small measure of revenge against the woman that had hurt his friend, the only person Liquid had ever loved. The soldier was feeling pretty damn good at the moment.]

[...Of course, now he had to find an infirmary. The harlot's nails had cut into his arm, not to mention he'd need to wash off her revolting blood.]

[As he wandered down the hall with a smug and satisfied smirk painted across his face, Liquid couldn't help but think in the back of his mind that he had acted too rashly, that Hal wouldn't be all that pleased with his actions.]

[He'd deal with that when necessary.]

[There were bullets in his chest, and they burned bright like fire and brimstone.  And everything was fading around him-- the voices that droned in his head like wasps, finally drowned out and deadened and gone.]

[Silence.  A few brief, voiceless moments of silence.]

[Which was, of course, broken, because the universe operated on narrative laws of irony.]

...

[Mantis woke and found that he was alive.  Which was strange, because half a dozen bullets to the chest, followed by all-consuming darkness, was usually a less-than-subtle indication of death.  And death, a thing that Mantis had gotten much experience with, was usually not temporary.  Or, at least, none of the people he'd killed had gotten up to talk about it afterward.

Nevertheless, overwhelming evidence pointed to the fact that he was not dead yet.]

Well.

Where...?

[Julie tucks her hair behind her ear, her long, manicured fingernails lightly brushing against her scalp as she does so. She starts to walk down the unfamiliar hallway in search of Hal, her light haired boy who was moaning her name just a moment ago, or so she thought.]

[There is someone new in the Nexus. He's right in the lobby, laying on his side, breathing heavily. His eyes stare sightlessly ahead as he tries to recover from what ever has knocked him so thoroughly over.]

Haa...haa...Hal?

((Time Lord Snake, just now in his second incarnation. He's from sometime after MSG4))

[A few weeks ago, Fortune agreed to take a member of her team- Chinaman- to the beach. She's aware of how much the man enjoys swimming after all, and it would probably be a great benefit to his shark-friend Reginald. So despite not really being in the mood for any real outings, the woman accepts.]

[She's unsure about whether this is really just about finding a new "home" for Reginald. Not being aware of any feelings that he may have for her outside of friendship, (Even after the kiss he gave her), Helena can only assume that he's making one of his attempts to prevent her from being emo and locking herself away in her room to die a slow death moping too much.]

[Taking the elevator up to the 14th floor, Helena gives Chinaman a CALL on his radio.]

((The door to the beach appears to be open. Perhaps there are others inside already? The weather is pretty great today, considering the time of year. Beach Room is always open to all, of course.))

[So where exactly was FM's infamous shopkeep? Enjoying simulated autumn weather on the rooftop terrace while a fraction of the other occupants were stuck kissing, dancing, or vengeful. Thumbing through the touchscreen soliton-netbook phone's data on ties between various weapon and biological conglomerates, as of late, it was difficult finding a link amongst them... until he 'stumbled' upon a particular testing facility in the Northwest United States.]

...Rivermore Labs. Testing data and laser targeting experiments, assisted with ArmsTech President Kenny Baker in project REX at Shadow Moses. Hn. Can't say I knew that before, but what's their relation to SaintLo--

[Pauses, noticing the hazard klaxon and a breach of security alert upon the screen of his device. His laptop was in use... and accessing black-ops records! Drebin quickly attempted to remote access the laptop and lock communication, but to no avail. Whoever was using it was damnably talented, possibly more than himself with hacking. #893 swiftly texted a warning message to Nastasha before slipping the device away, readying himself with his sidearm - "a non-ID tagged custom M1911A1 recovered from the 70s". Granted, had he known who one of the original owner were, he might've opted for a simple Glock17 from his armory. However, collectible items were the last thing in mind right now. Preservation of himself and Nastasha was a definite must.]

How could they have decrypted my channel so easily...?


((#893's headed for the 1st floor basement rather paranoid and gun-toting. Those who pass him en route to the site looking suspicious might catch a bit of hell.))

[Wandering around the nexus bored Fury noticed a large shimmering door, and despite her better judgment she decided to enter. he first thing she noticed was the slow music drifting through the room, then the large dance floor in the middle of the room.]

Fuck...

[Then that her suit had been replaced with a sleek black dress that went down to her knees, displaying all her burns and scars. She looked up and found the counter.]

[Dances 0/3]

[She sighed.]

((OOC: Dance room, dance with three different peeps in order to leave. All ages acceptable here~))

[She can't believe she's asking this, but...]

Uh... does anyone here have extensive medical knowledge..?

[Liquid might be good at fighting, and her secret talent, which was building things, but she was never very good at treating her own wounds. She had Raven for that.

Her ankle is twisted, and she has various cuts, bruises, and wounds on her body. She has blood all over her body, but she's not that stupid as to not know how to clean up herself.]

The empire strikes back

In recent weeks, we've taken huge steps towards blocking spam accounts on LiveJournal. In fact, we've suspended as many as 30,000 accounts in a single day! We've implemented several pre-emptive measures to prevent the creation of spam accounts, and we've honed our detection of suspicious content. Spam bots are a crafty lot, so we'll continue to refine our tactics and keep up the good fight to keep you safe from spam attacks on LiveJournal.

RSS feeds again

If you're addicted to xkcd_rss, icanhaschzbrgr, or other syndicated feeds, we're pleased to report that we've resolved the update error that was mucking up your RSS feeds. While content was being pulled correctly, it wasn't being posted to the feeds themselves. Late last week, we finally nailed down what we hope was the root problem, so content should post properly. We thank you for your patience.

Wii have killer CSI Deadly Intent contests!

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Enveloped in postcards

Last week, we asked you to send in postcards to help us decorate our drab concrete walls. Here's a photo of the results so far! Thank you so much and please keep them coming! You can mail them to Frank the Goat, Esq., c/o LiveJournal, Inc., 539 Bryant Street, Suite 210, San Francisco, CA 94107. Be sure to include your username, since we'll be giving ten random users paid account credits.

Photos of the week

If you haven't visited our new LiveJournal photo community, you're in for an amazing visual trip. LiveJournal users from around the world will take you on a scenic journey to everywhere. Post your own pictures or kick back and enjoy at lj_photophile. You can view some of this week's awesome photos after the jump. Please start tagging with geographic location, since we'd like to track all the places around the world represented in this community. Keep on commenting too!
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