[closed] Two snakes walk into a bar...

[cardboard_boss]

Who: Venom and Liquid Snake
When: End of April
Where: The Bar
What: Venom and Liquid end up talking and sharing a drink at the bar after the events earlier in the month.
Warnings: Angst, swearing, possible fighting and drink umbrella fights.

Ahab had retired to the bar after the rather manic last few weeks with the zombie prisoners and nakedness. Contamination they said. Yeah right. He placed himself up on the bar stool and looked around to see if there was anyone else he knew. He didn't frequent the bar often, only when he needed to. He had to wash the scent of zombie prisoner from him. He was going to order a whiskey but held off when he felt someone behind him. Turning around he kind of expected to see the blond man show up.

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[saveyourserpent]

Ordering another drink, Liquid frowned down at the counter. He wondered if he was the only person who'd ended up succumbing to the AI's influence. With his luck, maybe he was. And there he was, thinking about it again. He took the new drink and took a quick drink. Then he looked up at Venom with an eyebrow raised.

"That's a bit more paranoid than anything I could've come up with." Not even remotely on his mind, that was for certain. "I doubt Del Pascia itself was anything like that on its own. However... I could buy the entire trip being something like that. Just different sorts of tests, all for different reasons." Unlikely, but who knew?

[cardboard_boss]

"Who knows. All I know is that some of these missions we get sent on are bullshit. We're just being used for the sake of us being here." Snake shrugged. That's how it felt like to him. The salvage missions were just cheap labour, right? The crew existed, so why not use them? Who cares if crazed zombies attack some of the crew and drag them off. It angered Snake that some innocent crew couldn't defend themselves like him. He wanted to act the hero to save as many as he could because he was a soldier. He was trained to fight, unlike those who couldn't.

"You're alive and that's all that matters. We're both alive and well, along with everyone else."

[saveyourserpent]

"I think it's all a bit less malicious than that, really. More incompetence than anything. No one knows what they're doing, they just pretend. We've got a crew full of whoever shows up and captains who don't seem so sure of anything." Then again, they were all wearing tracking devices and the whole thing was suspicious.

He was still working on figuring it all out.

"How's that for a consolation prize," he said with a snort. "Alright, sure. There's that. Suppose I can't complain in that regard."

[cardboard_boss]

Snake didn't really know how malicious the captains could actually be regarding the welfare of their crew. The missions weren't exactly arduous but they weren't without their fare share of danger. Ahab had already witnessed the horrors of the blood on people's body caused by some sort of psychic power. Then, there was the prisoner zombies controlled by what seemed like the Del Pascia AI. All creepy shit in his book. He swirled his drink around and let out a deep sigh.

"Part of me wishes I was back in Afghanistan or Africa doing missions again." Snake felt that was normal. Getting feedback from Kaz and Ocelot, whilst dodging bullets and helicopter gunship fire at the same time. Good times.

[saveyourserpent]

Being no stranger to the sorts of things psychic powers could do to others, the zombies hadn't even bothered Liquid, even as they'd dragged him back into the depths of the station. No, it had been that voice, that AI that was just so damn convincing, first surrounding him, later a voice in his head that could have very well been his own for all he knew.

He took a drink. He was shit at this trying not to think about it thing.

"Does seem like getting back to the old things'd be easier, yes. But clearly if that's happening at all it isn't happening anytime soon." So this was where they'd get their missions for a while. "At least here I'm not dead."

[cardboard_boss]

Liquid was right. It seemed they were both stuck aboard the Moira for the time being. Snake had adapted to his environment like he would during any mission and had found having Ocelot and Kaz aboard made the adjustment all that easier. Meeting Big Boss was another kettle of fish though. Seeing your body double did take some getting used to.

"Yeah. Do you miss your base back home?" Ahab ordered another drink and received his blue fruity drink, stabbing a fresh umbrella inside it.

[saveyourserpent]

It wasn't so easy for Liquid when the only people here he really knew were his brother, his father (although he hadn't actually known him until now), his father's double, Miller, and Ocelot. Not exactly an ideal group as far as Liquid was concerned. Raiden, he supposed he didn't mind. But he was basically alone in his anger.

"...I miss my team. Doesn't matter where we were sent. But I've lived with their loss for years. I can manage." He's been managing. Maybe he should have been a little better at showing his appreciation back then.

"Do you miss yours? I remember the soldiers back then all seemed to love you. Pissed me right off."