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Current Location: Goldenrod City Hotel

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Who: Anyone in the Goldenrod Hotel
Where: The Goldenrod City Hotel
When: Starting at 5:00 PM on December 19th and ending at 4:00 AM on December 20th.
Summary: POWER OUTAGE IN THE GOLDENROD CITY HOTEL. See here for details!
Rating: Probably PG to PG-13.
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A pair of deep, enormous red eyes sat in front of the receptionist and stared, intensely.

The receptionist pursed her lips and frowned, staring back through a pair of horn-rimmed glasses.

Claudy's enormously fluffy feet were reflected neatly on the glossy countertop, as were the wickedly-sharp talons that stuck out of them.

Those were the main things keeping the unfortunate receptionist on duty from shooing the owl Pokemon, although the beak wasn't much of an incentive, either.

"Um... young lady," she said hesitantly, trying to lean around the large bird, her chair creaking. "The lobby is intended to be a space for EVERYBODY..."

"And it still IS a space for everybody," Heather said, unloading a shoulderful of soft, folded blankets onto one of the lobby's sofas and dusting her hands off. Several other blankets had already been partially tied up over the back of the couch and stretched out to attach at the corners to rows of chairs that were painstakingly arranged in aesthetically-pleasing, tunnel-wall-like patterns. There were also the beginnings of several pillow-built barricades, and even some large cardboard boxes standing by on reserve, should the pillows run out before construction was complete. "It's just a COOLER space for everybody."

The receptionist's frown grew and she sighed, rubbing her temples and trying to ignore the Noctowl's unblinking stare. She was fairly certain that it had been placed there SOLELY to distract her from stopping the construction of 'New Lobby'-- and it was doing a fairly good job.

Why did the difficult visitors ALWAYS come downstairs while SHE was on desk duty?

Meanwhile, the wind howled outside, piling snow against the glass doors to the outside and plastering against the windows-- not that there was much to see out there, besides flying snow. It blotted out even the rest of the city's lights, which normally lit up the plaza outside like daylight even after dusk.

"Miss, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to take all that down," she said for the fifth time in the past half-hour, and as usual, she was completely ignored as the scruffy blond girl tied a few more blankets up (with some difficulty due to her bandaged hands).

Biting her lip, she started to stand up.

Maybe if she just went over and started... taking all the blankets down herself--

And then suddenly, there was a low mooooooan of electricity deciding spontaneously that life wasn't worth it anymore and turning itself off.

The lights went out.

Silence reigned in the lobby.

.... for about five seconds.

"Oh my goodness..."

"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED--"

"/OLD WOMAN OWL SCREAM"

_{[Feel free to make your own threads! They can be down in the lobby, they can be up in the rooms, they can be anywhere! Is your character in the bathroom plucking their eyebrows when the lights go out? WE WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT, SO GO FOR IT. Are they falling down the stairs? POST THAT SHIT.]

[Threadhopping/jacking is totally encouraged, so TAG AROUND TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT, MY DUDES. If your own thread isn't getting replies right away, go ahead and jump in somewhere else! Look out for other characters in the same areas as yours-- lobby, hallways, staircases, etc! Have fun!]}

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As soon as Heather speaks those words, however, Snake is gone; out of sight. It would do to be cautious, Heather, ye have lured out a master of stealth. He might not have his sneaking suit on him, but that didn't really matter-- with or without it, he still had his skills.

Though he did miss the muscle-suit aspect of his previous getup.

MWARHARHAHR--- ... wut.

Heather's head proinked up a little further, taking the blanket-roof with it, and squinted into the darkness.

.... Huh. She could've sworn Snake was there just now... maybe she'd just made a mistake in the dark. :I Eh, what do.

She ducked back down.

UNSUSPECTING.

Snake, your mission is to infiltrate Fort... um... Fort. Otacon's not around to answer questions, so you'll be on your own this time. Try to avoid killing anyone.

Got it.

Creeping slowly around the area, Snake moved without a sound, thankful for Mk III's dim lighting, and doubly grateful for him not moving from the entrance to the lobby. The last thing the old soldier needed was a marker saying "I'M HERE".

Lifting one of the blankets and peeking inside, Snake rolled himself in-- the coast was clear for now... The fort was decent sized for being made of blankets. Now he just had to get to where the Sniper (http://heatherusedrage.livejournal.com) was.

This was because Heather was totally awesome at fort-building. The number of times Harry Mason had left his office for some tea only to discover that the entire living room had been converted into one big hideout could not be counted on one's fingers, even if you counted toes as weird, mutant fingers and pulled off your shoes and socks.

The fort was intricate and perilously-balanced in places-- which could make navigation difficult. The Sniper was somewhere ahead, at the end of the haphazard hallway of pillows.

But first there was an obstacle to get past.

Suddenly aware of a NEW SMELL, the guard dog lifted his head from where he had been flopped in an alcove, floppy ears perking.

"Wff?"

!

Snake froze, hearing the sound of the guard. Shit. He backed up somewhat... then remembered his secret weapon which he'd kept in his inventory but never had a chance to use.

After a few seconds, David withdrew a Repel and quickly sprayed himself with it-- apparently this kept Pokemon away... Could come in handy. Staying quite still, Snake waited to see if it had some sort of effect on the guard dog.

Cujo started to crawl forward on his belly, tail wagging-- MENACINGLY. He recognized that smell! It was the MUSTACHE MAN. 8D Yaaaay. Maybe he had TREATS with hi-- .... 8(

Oh. Oh, ew. 8( What was that smell.

There weren't many smells that Cujo didn't like, but this was one of them.

Wrinkling his muzzle, he withdrew, shooting Snake a weird look. 8( wtf.

Giving a bit of a grin, David continued to crawl forward, entering the hallway of pillows... He had to tread carefully here, mostly because if he knocked down any pillows, the place could cave in.

At least there weren't any security cameras...

Cujo just... stayed right there and watched him go past. 8( Wtf normally Mustache Guy smelled nicer than that, what gives.

Once he made it past the guard dog, he would find himself in a small antechamber. No security cameras indeed-- although you could bet that if there was a way to make security cameras out of pillows, Heather would have done it.

Speaking of Heather...

The Snipah was crouched over by an exit to the lobby beyond, winter coat bunched up tightly around her shoulders. She was presumably waiting for someone to ~~jump out at~~ snipe. Clearly a threat to the general public.

Looks like this was the main area. At least there wasn't a Metal Gear in here... If there was, it'd probably just be a Cardboard Gear. Snake snuck forward, checking his '.45' (http://pointersviewpoint.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/fing.jpg) over and making sure he was ready for taking out this criminal.

A simple enough idea, but a little harder to carry out. He made his way forward, staying along the wall of pillows and careful to not knock them over... The Sniper was in his sights now... Sneaking up behind her was his objective.

Fort Blanket was still under construction-- its forces haven't yet had a chance to hold any adorable scientists hostage and force them to craft any robots out of those cardboard boxes. But if Otacon had still been in Goldenrod, you bet he'd be under guard in here, building CARDBOARD GEAAAAARRS.

Heather peered out of her safe haven, eyes peeled for anyone familiar to jump out and scare.

She didn't notice the looming threat behind her yet-- but wait.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck went up.

It was that all-too-familiar 'There's something behind me, isn't there' precognition.

"..."

She starts to turn her head.

Edited 2010-12-21 02:23 (UTC)

NOPE, NOTHING TO SEE HERE. JUST A BOX, AMONG YOUR HUNDREDS OF OTHER BOXES. Snake holds his breath from within the safety of the cardboard box, watching Heather's movements. If she came forward, he'd have no choice but to try and disarm her-- not in the literal sense.

She squints over her shoulder into the darkness of the fort.

... Huh... Didn't look like there was anybody there.

Besides, if someone had come sneaking in from the other end, Cujo would have gone into spasms of joy and destroyed that whole end of the structure in his excitement.

Shrugging, she turned back to her silent vigil.

David crept forward within the box, moving so he was right behind her. Snake slipped his gun finger out and pressed it against Heather's neck, voice low and dangerous.

"Freeze."

He still had it, despite not having ample opportunities to test his stealth capabilities here.

Oh, Heather FROZE all right. When she felt the barrel of the gun against her neck, she made a noise more befitting a mouse than a human and tensed up, shoulders hunching.

D8 WHAT-- WHAT THE FU-- WHAT--

.....

".... Snake."

"Kept you waiting, huh?" It felt good to say that again. He grinned, his finger still pressed against her neck.

"Back away from your position, slowly."

Might as well take her hostage so she can't harm anyone else, "Smart move keeping a guard dog, but these animals take offense to smells differently than we do. Still, nice strategy there."

As her heartrate started to return to normal, Heather shook her head, a grin starting to spread across her face. Sneaky bastard.

"So you got past the mighty Cooj, huh? Impressive."

She obediently starts to scoot backwards, making no sudden movements.

"Am I supposed to put my hands on my head?"

"No, leave them where they are, as long as I can see them." Snake directed, before tilting his head, "So, why create this fort in the lobby anyway?"

A little mock interrogation never hurt anyone, right?

As long as nobody loses an eye, s'all good.

"'Cause I wanted to. None of your business, is it?"

Heather did as told and kept her hands where he could see them, although her EYES sure were wandering. Whaaaat was around here that she could use as a weapon? ... >8( No steel pipes around. Pity.

"It's a free country."

"Last time I checked, Sniping people isn't part of that 'free country' policy." Snake frowned, "With the way you're acting, I'd say you're either just doing it for the hell of it, or something's in it for you."

Despite having a gun pressed against her neck, she was taking this pretty well. She must have had fear training.

She'd gotten fear training from the best, baby. You just couldn't beat hellish Otherworlds filled with horrific monsters tailored to suit your deepest, most subconscious fears.

"Maybe. Could be either. Can't tell, can ya? Maybe I just like snipin' people."

Heather was keeping her cool quite well. A hardened criminal, clearly.

She flicked her eyes to the side, checking how close they were to the walls.

Snake narrowed his eyes somewhat, trying to figure out her game. She wasn't in it for money? Was something else driving her to do this? Even Liquid had his reasons.

"A big fort like this isn't necessary if that's your hobby. A Sniper can do their work from anywhere, so why here?"

She smirked a smirk that was so big it could be heard in her voice.

"Maybe I just like doing my hobbies awesomely. Did that ever occur to you?"

Well, it was time for level two. Taking out the repel, Snake held it right in front of her, "Your little pet dog won't like you so much anymore if I spray you with this." And then he gives a bit of a smirk himself, "I wonder what would happen if I sprayed your dog with this."

There was no point in trying to threaten someone who's had fear training, but maybe threatening them with the idea they could lose comrade would prove more worthy.

The smirk started to fade.

Uh oh...

"... You wouldn't. You totally wouldn't. ... Right?"

She sounded a little less sure of herself now. Cujo was an innocent! HE hadn't sniped anybody!

"I won't... if you cooperate." Snake wasn't so great at threats, but he was more of an action kind of guy-- what he did often spoke louder than what he said.

"So, do we understand each other?"

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no Old Spice after-shave today...

Cujo does not approve!

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