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Who: Liquid Snake and anybody else!
When: mid-March onwards
Where: The Moira (Various spots, cargo bay, his room) and Ceta (just wandering around, totally working)
What: non-event stuff. Liquid does his job, explores things, gets some presents, and sits in a chair.
Warnings: nothing, will update if necessary

[cargo bay]

Liquid was a little surprised when he received the message on his MID. Sure, he'd put in a request for a few things, but the last he'd expected was to actually get something. Meant they must have had the stuff lying around. Maybe he should have asked earlier instead of waiting around, although he supposed going by the book was the best way to do things. Either way, though, they had everything he wanted... including the box.

The box he had to take away from cargo bay. Of course, it was obvious it was a box of things, but it was a small amount of things for such a large box and the fact that he'd even gotten one to begin with was particularly embarrassing. Yes, he was plagued with the family Box Thing. Still, who the hell was going to be taking it and seeing how light it was?

Of course, it'd be easy to notice when he opened it to see what was inside, anyway, since he didn't take it away before he did. A package of razors, some shaving cream. Look, he'd be able to keep the beard at bay for a long time without having to go to the salon. And, of course, a knife, fit for stabbing. You know, for self-defense.

It was like Space Christmas.

[Nomo Deck, room 005- open to roommates or anyone who knocks on the door I guess]

The box with the knife and razors and shaving cream was one thing, but when he made his way back to his room the next day, there was apparently an additional item that made him pause the second he stepped through the door.

Something in that room hadn't been there before. Something in the corner nearest to where he slept, something white, and plastic, and, well, chairlike.

"Oh my god."

It was a pretty nondescript plastic lawn chair, but it was scuffed and stained just so, in certain places, and holy shit did it bring back memories. It was his chair. His "throne," which he'd spent plenty of time sitting on as "Nyoka ya Mpembe," leader of a group of child soldiers in Angola.

Vintage 1984. Ah, the memories.

Well, obviously he had to go sit in it, hands behind his head, legs spread out like he didn't have a care in the world. And that's where he stayed, for... a pretty long time, really.

[WILDCARD - working hard or hardly working]

One thing a counterintelligence officer needed to know was just about everything. This, of course, was justification enough for Liquid to try and stick his nose into just about anything he could.

Taking an armful of snacks from the mess hall? Working. Working out? Working. Playing video games in the lounge? Working. Watching whales down on Ceta? Working. Actually working? Working.

Ah, job perks. He sure did work hard.

[Liquid will be wandering around both the ship and Ceta, keeping an eye on things and "gathering intel", so if you want to plot things out or just start or whatever, go right ahead. (thumbs up)]

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☄ CARGO BAY
Niko hadn't been warned about Liquid. Not really. Everything was confusing enough, and the most he knew was "more than one Snake" which meant that he ended up calling Solid "his" Snake, Venom "horn" Snake, Big Boss "that guy", and this one?

Well, fuck if he knew. Just that the guy was blond. And he'd seen him around on the network to gather he was a snake. A snake with a box.

At least he wasn't in it this time.

"Hey, man." The Serb said as he came over, raising his hand to get his attention. "You going to need some help with that? Or are you just going to pick it up and put it in your pocket. Because I've seen people just sort of do shit like this before, I actually don't mean it as asshole question this time."

Liquid seemed pretty damn surprised to see someone trying to get his attention, apparently too busy picking his package up to notice anyone approaching. It was time for mail, and this was like, the perfect box. He looked down at the box, then over at the guy. "No, it's alright. It's not really that heavy." Because the box was not just for containing a relatively small amount of mail.

He'd be in it, in due time.

And then what the guy said actually hit him and he just sort of stared at him. "People... put these in their pockets." He shouldn't have been surprised, but, well, he was.

"I haven't got that sort of ability, no. Sounds like it'd be convenient, though. Could carry everything with you if you wanted. Do you see that sort of thing often?"

"Yeah, I saw this woman just pick a giant crate up as if it is nothing. And a box move all by itself."

He had already seen more things while on these ships than he ever would have considered before. It now all slid off like water off a duck's back. It all blew over his head, leaving a sense of casual indifference which, truly, was the great benefit to any shitty life. The ability to dismiss the inexplicable and therefore never acknowledging anything as impossible to deal with.

He leaned for a glance at the box.

Back up at Liquid.

Back at the box.

"You're going to get in that, aren't you?" Oh he's seen this happen before...

"All by itself, hm?" Was it really all by itself, or was someone under it? Still. "Suppose when you've gathered enough people from all over... wherever, there's bound to be a few surprises here and there." Strange things weren't exactly new to Liquid, but it was still interesting seeing just what was going on around here.

Moving the box to a more comfortable position in his arms, he froze before doing anything else when the other man spoke once more.

Shit, he's been discovered.

"What makes you think that?" he asked, scoffing. "There's... there's other things in here too. It's not just a bloody box. They just used it to put things in."

That just seemed more suspicious, but like hell he was going to admit to the fact that getting into that box was exactly what he was going to do. Snake family problems.

"It seems to be a thing lately. I don't really get it. Why is it that boxes seem like such a good idea."

He was probably asking the wrong person. He could always ask his coworker, the first guy he saw go sneaking off in one. But it's still curious enough to bring up.

Maybe he's being honest. But it's a good people sized box, and those seem to be a favorite.

Liquid's grip on the box tightened a little. He was not having this conversation. He was not.

"Well, if you were planning to, say, sneak around, perhaps it might be a good hiding place."

He was.

"I've just got a delivery, though."

Still, it being a "thing" lately? Sounded like the work of his father(s) and/or brother. "How much of a thing is it?"

"Well, you remember that guy that got tranquilized? Here in the cargo bay? Someone was using a box shaped like a tank. I never found out who. Just that I know it is not my coworker, even if he also likes boxes. I saw him use one when we went out on mission together."

Niko gestured around as he spoke, to the cage area where Bruce got shot and where he'd seen the box moving.

Liquid glanced over to where he gestured. "Ah, yes, I do remember hearing about that after the fact. Box shaped like a tank... was it decorated rather colorfully?" Because he totally ran into that guy before. And admired the hell out of his box tank.

But this coworker of his? Works in the cargo bay, likes boxes... yeah, that's Snake alright. "You must be talking about my brother. He did mention working here."

"Yeah. I thought you two looked a little bit alike." Not a whole lot, though. But their faces were similar the more he looked.

"But yeah. That is the tank I'm talking about. I was wondering where that came from."

Liquid had to laugh. They had the same face. But little details like hair length and color did a lot to make people look different. Liquid sure knew that one. "He hasn't been causing you any trouble, has he?" Technically Snake caused trouble. For Liquid.

"Ran into the guy decorating it, but I don't know if it was the same one terrorizing the ship or not. Maybe there was a box theft." Hey, he was still getting adjusted. Couldn't be perfect in knowing everything just yet.

"No offense guys, but you have a very confusing family set up. But yeah, I know him. We play darts together." Like normal people that didn't play with guns as a career choice.

"Grand theft box, huh? Punishable by 20 years in prison. So whose was it? Because if they tranqed the walking angry tank man? I would like to ask them not to."

"...Yes, I suppose it is a little confusing. You're not the first person around here to mention that." It was kind of normal to him, but, well, that's because he was part of the family in the first place.

"Never got the guy's name, unfortunately. Should've pegged him and his colorful box as a threat straight away." Or just some kid looking for fun, more likely. "I'll probably recognize him if I see him, though."

"Thanks. If you could get a name for me, I would appreciate it." Though if he did have the name of that particular person, it would probably go directly to Steve.

He normally wasn't the nosey type, but he did sort of lean to see what Liquid had there. Mostly because improvised weapons were deeply relevant to his interests.

"Hey, you got anything good in there?"

"I'll see what I can do." If he ran into the guy again, he'd want to have his name anyway. Just in case.

Liquid then looked down at the box, which had a convenient flap opened from when he'd peered inside. "It's just some supplies." Very sharp supplies. And a whole lot of nothing otherwise save for some shaving cream and a single combat knife, certainly not enough for such a big box. He sighed and showed the box to him. "I... don't like having a beard." Because that was the embarrassing part.

No matter what he said to the contrary, he'd be in that box soon enough.

"Hey man, you see this face?" He gestured at himself, making swiping motions with his fingers. "I am lucky if I do not have stubble before noon when I shave. Like fucking sandpaper."

"It is a Slavic thing."

Though now that he thought about it, his roommate was pretty wooly, but he'd never seen Snake more than a little stubbly.

Liquid had to laugh at that. "I see it. That... sounds even worse, yes. Mine's a family thing, I suppose. Can't stand it. Not even the tiniest bit. One hair? Got to get rid of it." At least it didn't grow quite that out of control, but still, even a little was too much for Liquid.

"Took me ages to find out where they keep the razors 'round here. Thought I'd go mad. So I got a package just for myself." Then he wouldn't have to mess around with salons or finding razors that other people might have used or anything else.

Doing something like that was virtually impossible for Niko. But the problem is that, when Liquid said this, Niko ended up looking down. Just on reflex. And frowned a little at that odd impulse to ask and full well knowing that he didn't actually want to know and now he was wondering.

This was about as bad as the first time he saw Snake in a sneak suit and about gave himself an aneurysm trying to figure out how he squirreled his way into it.

And now he was wondering how much body hair his brother had. And honestly he didn't want to go back to work and be trying to stare at parts that weren't above the neckline on his buddy. "Well. I guess it is now time to clock out and erase everything with vodka."

As far as Liquid was concerned, all he'd said was perfectly innocuous. Really, the beard was the biggest problem area, rather than his chest or anything, which was really good considering he wasn't a fan of shirts.

"...Are you alright?" He noticed him looking down, but it hadn't dawned on him just yet why he even did it. Liquid was sometimes a little slow on the uptake. Definitely a Snake family thing.

"Is the work 'round here that bad?" Then it kind of hit him and he narrowed his eyes. "...Whatever the hell it is you're thinking, it wasn't what I meant at all."

"Okay. Because considering the things I see on the network?" Which he was sure certain same individuals were regularly responsible for. "You never really know."

But that didn't mean the damage wasn't done.

"If it is any consolation, I think I have a great-aunt who has more facial hair than both you and your brother put together."

"Ah. That'd..." He trailed off pretty much immediately after starting his sentence. He wasn't sure if he should be surprised or not. "Wait. The hell are people putting on the network?" He hadn't seen anything particularly bad yet, but maybe he just hadn't been paying attention.

He snorts a little at the 'consolation'. "... Well, that's unfortunate. She must have to shave more than I do."

("Working"/Lounge! OOC note that Kain's not really human anymore thanks to his previous game/CRAU.)

At some point, "Playing video games in the lounge" was going to get an audience; one that was curled awkwardly on a couch nearby, arms folded on the back of it so he could look over it. ~~And avoid maiming it; couches weren't really made for people with tails and back spines.~~

As seriously and intently as he's focused on the game, you'd think it was something much more important than it was.

Which Kain was trying to pretend wasn't because he was trying to figure out what it was without admitting he didn't know.

Liquid noticed he had a visitor pretty early on (although it was a public lounge so it wasn't really his visitor, but whatever). He didn't really acknowledge them until he got to what seemed like a good pausing point.

"What, interested?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the TV at first. Maybe he'd been hogging the TV for too long, although it wasn't intentional. "I'll be finished soon. Apologies."

Hey, before he got here he hadn't had much time to play games at all.

Then he turned around, and if he was surprised by the person's appearance, he barely showed it. "...Really interested, then?"

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