[Snake catches the weed bag and suddenly everything is happening so much, and his stepping into the room and sitting on the floor feels less like a voluntary action and more an attempt to stay above current.]
What- [He opens the bag and starts portioning out weed lumps.] No. That's a code name. My name's David.
[Putting the rest back into the bag, he begins The Grind and lets out a hnrrhghhh.]
[Snake, too engrossed in joint rolling to read Medic's note as its passed to him, chuckles a little at all of their antics, really. What a group he's ended up with, huh?]
I could hook you up with one if you wanted. Probably.
[Resting the joint on his thigh, he scrawls something on the other side of the note, and tries to pass it back to Medic behind Phil's back:]
havent died yet so im good. thats as much as you get to know. dont want to r isk you doing your job.
[Here comes Snake with the joint, leaning over and just kind of...sliding it between Ripley's fingers. Got it? Good. He holds his lighter at the ready, flicking it on for whenever she's ready.]
Go on. [A hnrghghhh of good-natured amusement.] Who's Alex?
[Ripley takes a hit and keeps her hand by her face.]
She's my wife. [A snort.] Oh, my God, she's fucking incredible. She's got, like, this cute short curly hair. She's started to grow it out since we had Amanda. You know, it took us, like, four dates before I realized we were actually seriously dating? She's so smart. I love her.
[She's smiling really wide now. Don't mind her, she's just going to keep going on like this.]
please. i could cut off arms while drunk AND high without any complications. dont doubt my abilities
did i ever tell you that one of my mediguns- the Kritzkrieg- gives a very good high if you breathe in the fumes directly? it also heals most minor wounds in the process. the feeling is exquisite
[As for Ripley...]
awwww :,)
don't count out the possibility of us meeting her yet; if we all wound up dragged to this dimension, its entirely likely she can be brought here, as well. hopefully not forced to deal with the rest of THIS, though.
[Ripley idly reaches for the joint but then gives up almost immediately. It takes, like, ten whole seconds before she realizes what Snake is saying and she audibly gasps.]
[The stone cold killer Solid Snake averts his gaze with all the coyness of a teenager in love.]
His name's Otacon. Hal. Hal Emmerich. Otacon's his code name.
[A fond hnrnghghh.]
It...stands for Otaku convention. He's one of those guys that likes Japanese anime. [A snort.] Built a giant robot just because he liked the ones in cartoons. He's a damn genius; smart as hell, and just as wise.
I think he looked up to me, but it quickly became the other way around.
My primary Medigun is the best for most situations, which is probably why I showed up here with it. its the only one that gives temporary invulnerability
Kritzkrieg's Ubercharge amplifies damage done to other people by those under its effects; its more aggressive, whereas the medigun can be used defensively and protectively
[Medic wriggles around on the bed so he's closer to the edge of it and reaches out to grab the joint from Snake's fucked up heron arm. Phil snatches it away before he can. Medic pouts.]
aside from being tired im still sober too you know :///
[And then Snake speaks up. And Medic just. kind of stares at him for a minute.]
im sorry but no one is ever allowed to make fun of MY standards in men if you're in love with someone who calls himself otaku convention
though the fact that I still think you're attractive after learning this actually probably doesnt reflect well on my standards
[She snorts. Hal and Dave. There's a joke to be had there.]
Oh my God. You married a guy named Otaku Convention.
[He...didn't say marry, but...they're talking about spouses, aren't they? That's right. She's obviously right.]
You know, my wife watches anime a lot, too. Just the cute kids stuff, though, I don't understand the rest of it. Maybe they would've gotten along. Hey, Medic? Medic? [--just immediately segways into talking to him--] Can't you modify your Medigun to do that?
[She snorts.] Sounds like a good time to me. Amanda likes that stuff, too--might be nice to also have someone else to talk to besides her mom. Well--one of her moms.
[There's a long pause as Ripley ruminates on this information. She squints at Snake.]
So...fiance?
[Another pause. She holds her left arm in the air.]
Can someone help me up? I feel like I've been lying here for a while.
[Luckily, Ripley only sits on Medic's arm, which he pulls free without complaint.]
i am telling you, ive been called a nerd, a geek, a weirdo, an idiot, a fool, a piece of shit, an abomination against god, menace to society, a sinner, and a whole host of other words that aren't polite to say in mixed company, but never "dorky". it just doesn't fit.
Mikhail has reading glasses :) I think i mentioned to Phil and Ripley that he has a PhD in Russian Literature? he writes poetry in what spare time we have. I can't read much of the language, but he translates it for me- it is lovely.
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What- [He opens the bag and starts portioning out weed lumps.] No. That's a code name. My name's David.
[Putting the rest back into the bag, he begins The Grind and lets out a hnrrhghhh.]
Who's Ludwig?
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[Phil grabs bandages and stars putting antiseptic on Ripley’s arm.]
Medic’s real name. I’ve been trying to call him that more often.
Anyway, he’s been stressed today and I’m going to make damn sure he doesn’t do anything useful today.
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So your full name is David Snake? No wonder you changed it to Solid. Sounds cooler.
[Ripley glances towards Phil.]
How's it looking, doc? Am I dead yet?
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...Thanks.
[He looks over Phil, grunting, lost.]
What happened to her?
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Well. Pouting and trying not to fall back asleep, now that Snake's here and there's apparently weed. He's not really sure when that happened.
Eventually, he passes a note over to Snake.]
how're your ribs? don't show this to Phil he'll tell me to stop doing my job again
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She was an idiot and tried to sit on thin air.
[He's joking, really.
Then to Ripley, while getting ready to bandage her arm:]
Hm.
Look like we're going to have to amputate your whole arm off. Such a shame.
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[A sort of wobbly smile spreads across her face.]
Then I'll have to get one of those fancy cyberarms. And then whenever Alex asks me to give her a hand, I could throw it at her.
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I could hook you up with one if you wanted. Probably.
[Resting the joint on his thigh, he scrawls something on the other side of the note, and tries to pass it back to Medic behind Phil's back:]
havent died yet so im good. thats as much as you get to know. dont want to r isk you doing your job.
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phil if someone's arm needs to be cut off you are NOT doing that for me
[Then, to Snake:]
:( you're both mean to me
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[Ok he's done bandaging Ripley's wound. Phil stands up and dusts his hands off.]
Told ya guys I could do it.
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[Probably important question to ask before but it's fine. She's still just lying on the ground. She waves her left arm around in the air.]
I thought I told you guys to give me another joint. I need tell you guys how amazing Alex is.
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Go on. [A hnrghghhh of good-natured amusement.] Who's Alex?
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She's my wife. [A snort.] Oh, my God, she's fucking incredible. She's got, like, this cute short curly hair. She's started to grow it out since we had Amanda. You know, it took us, like, four dates before I realized we were actually seriously dating? She's so smart. I love her.
[She's smiling really wide now. Don't mind her, she's just going to keep going on like this.]
Man, I wish you guys could've met her.
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did i ever tell you that one of my mediguns- the Kritzkrieg- gives a very good high if you breathe in the fumes directly? it also heals most minor wounds in the process. the feeling is exquisite
[As for Ripley...]
awwww :,)
don't count out the possibility of us meeting her yet; if we all wound up dragged to this dimension, its entirely likely she can be brought here, as well. hopefully not forced to deal with the rest of THIS, though.
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[Phil definitely didn't wash his hands.
Then after he gets Medic's note:]
Damn why didn't you bring that with you? That would have been great when I got gored.
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He did roll it, after all.]
Maybe another time. She sounds sweet.
[And then, a dumb grin starts to form.]
Smart types usually are.
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Tell me. Tell me about him.
[let's get fucking gay]
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Alright, I refuse to be the only sober one in this room. Especially if we're going to start gushing about people.
[Yeah let's fucking take a hit!]
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His name's Otacon. Hal. Hal Emmerich. Otacon's his code name.
[A fond hnrnghghh.]
It...stands for Otaku convention. He's one of those guys that likes Japanese anime. [A snort.] Built a giant robot just because he liked the ones in cartoons. He's a damn genius; smart as hell, and just as wise.
I think he looked up to me, but it quickly became the other way around.
[Funny how that happened.]
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Kritzkrieg's Ubercharge amplifies damage done to other people by those under its effects; its more aggressive, whereas the medigun can be used defensively and protectively
[Medic wriggles around on the bed so he's closer to the edge of it and reaches out to grab the joint from Snake's fucked up heron arm. Phil snatches it away before he can. Medic pouts.]
aside from being tired im still sober too you know :///
[And then Snake speaks up. And Medic just. kind of stares at him for a minute.]
im sorry but no one is ever allowed to make fun of MY standards in men if you're in love with someone who calls himself otaku convention
though the fact that I still think you're attractive after learning this actually probably doesnt reflect well on my standards
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[She snorts. Hal and Dave. There's a joke to be had there.]
Oh my God. You married a guy named Otaku Convention.
[He...didn't say marry, but...they're talking about spouses, aren't they? That's right. She's obviously right.]
You know, my wife watches anime a lot, too. Just the cute kids stuff, though, I don't understand the rest of it. Maybe they would've gotten along. Hey, Medic? Medic? [--just immediately segways into talking to him--] Can't you modify your Medigun to do that?
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[He hands the joint to Medic.]
Anyway your boyfriend sounds like a huge dork, Snake. Was he hot at least?
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And it. Just kind of phases through his hand and falls on the floor. He stares at it for about five seconds.]
i guess this is still happening
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And holds it up for Medic after taking a hit because he's not that much of a dick.]
He's not my husband. [Hrnrnghhh!] Or my boyfriend.
[Guys please you'll embarrass him.]
He's...cute. Big round glasses, grey hair. Kind of fluffy.
[...]
For the record, the otaku thing is endearing.
[He turns to Ripley, who gets it. The most out of anyone here, at least.]
Sounds like they would. We could've gotten dinner together sometime. Let them talk about nerd stuff whilst we talk about how much we don't get it.
[With great fondness, of course.]
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[There's a long pause as Ripley ruminates on this information. She squints at Snake.]
So...fiance?
[Another pause. She holds her left arm in the air.]
Can someone help me up? I feel like I've been lying here for a while.
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Promise you won't fall on your arm again, okay?
[...]
If we're talking about double dates, can I consider Medic my dorky boyfriend? Because he might fit under that umbrella.
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i take offense to being called dorky, thanks
mostly because ive literally never been described with that word before and it feels incredibly unfitting
... also Snake please never describe being an otaku as "endearing" again im getting really worried about you
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[Then, actually to Medic:]
You count.
[With Medic validated, he addresses the rest.]
He’s not my fiancé...we just...met. [Then with a hnnhhghrh and more quietly, mumbled under his breath.] Nothing wrong with being an otaku.
[It’s dumb and embarrassing but as something important to Otacon he’s obligated to defend it.]
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[She gets up onto her feet thanks to Phil and just. Immediately goes over to the bed to sit down. Hopefully she doesn't sit on Medic.]
I feel like I'm obligated to sort of agree with Snake because my wife likes anime. [There's a pause.] Alex wears glasses.
[Said in a way that seems...almost proud?]
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[He steals another hit from someone as he goes to sit down.]
Sure thing, I promise to keep you from killing yourself or those around you with chairs.
Also both your partners sound like extreme dorks.
[He just said that.]
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i am telling you, ive been called a nerd, a geek,
a weirdo, an idiot, a fool, a piece of shit, an abomination against god, menace to society, a sinner, and a whole host of other words that aren't polite to say in mixed company, but never "dorky". it just doesn't fit.
Mikhail has reading glasses :) I think i mentioned to Phil and Ripley that he has a PhD in Russian Literature? he writes poetry in what spare time we have. I can't read much of the language, but he translates it for me- it is lovely.