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[apeopleperson]

THE BAKERSTREET DRESSING ROOM MEME I Welcome, newcomer, to the Dressing Room. One moment you're one place, and the next, you're here. Its a force of nature disguised as a futuristic, luxurious building, with no limit to how many people may be in it. Nor will you want for food, clothing or shelter - or really anything. Merely think of it, and it is yours. Unfortunately, there's two tiny caveats. One, you're going to be here a while. Two, you'll have to share the space with the other people brought in. Thus, hilarity ensues. HOW IT WORKS: - Tag the meme, leaving your character name, fandom, and any preferences in the subject line. PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS BLANK. We request that you write a prompt in your beginning tag for people to go on when responding, REGARDLESS of whether you use the suggested prompts or not. - Other characters tag you. - Play out the results. - And, of course, there may be triggers in this meme! - Have fun, but respect the preferences of others! No godmodding! SOME PROMPT IDEAS: -You've just arrived in the dressing room. What are your reactions? -You're looking for a room to call your own. Unfortunately, someone's taken the spot you want. -You've just discovered that the hotel will give you pretty much anything you want! How do you plan on abusing the system! -EVENT: Because all dressing rooms have events. Its opening day and confetti is coming down. In fact, there's so much of it that the entire hotel is trapped in a veritable confetti blizzard, with some areas even getting completely confetti'd in/impassable. What will you do??

((OOC: I had noticed this idea of an "ongoing DR meme" in the SotM, and I figured I'd give it a shot. I know this one is a bit simplistic, but I hope you all enjoy it, nevertheless. If the idea catches on, I can change up events and prompts in future installments.))

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Dejah Thoris || John Carter || F/M or Gen, open invitation to establish CR.

[dejah_thoris]

She's been here for four hours, wandering, exploring, bumping into similarly disposed individuals, most of them human or some version thereof. There had been other species as well, some from far flung galaxies, some that appeared human and yet, could change their shape, an ability born of an undescribed phenomenon simply described as 'magic'. There were even a few artificial intelligences, which made her fingers itch, but she'd set aside her curiosity until later.

It seemed to be a massive structure, and by night fall, she'd ended up on the roof gardens looking out over the vista. It was really quite beautiful up here. She sat on the edge of the roof, pondering her next move, when her stomach growled. Time to look for something to eat. When she turned to go, she almost stumbled on a small table bearing enough food for a feast. Fruit, meat, cheese, warm bread both pale and dark, and a decanter of some dark red liquid that smelled delicious. She knew it hadn't been here a moment before, but she was too frustrated for more questions at this point.

She poured herself a glass of wine, and began assembling something to eat.

[leavelolalone]

One second Phil was in the helicopter sharing a snarky moment with his kidnapper and the next he was in a well furnished room still wearing handcuffs. Awkward but welcomed doesn't seem to cover how he's feeling tight now.

rapunzel ( tangled ) ota

[daydreaming]

[ After the initial freakout - which was pretty impressive to watch, as there was oscillation between bliss and absolute, gut-wrenching fear - Rapunzel has decided to explore the area. Well, what she can, because the confetti is making that a little difficult. She wants to take some of it because it's really awesome and glittery...but she's already got that covered, because it's sticking to her hair ---

Which, as she collects, slips from her arms and falls away, resulting in a veritable wave of blonde hair and confetti that could knock even the strongest off their feet. ]

i've seen you in here so many times and couldn't find a good meme to tag you in! so hiiiii

[frozendelle]

D'oof--!

[ Says Elsa as she trips over the hair. Why so much hair.

She fumbles to get back up, using her ice to help push herself back onto her feet, and looks at the girl in confusion. ]

Pardon my asking... but don't you find leaving your hair down like this inconvenient?

Blonde and brainwashed princesses up in the hizzouse

[mooneclipse]

[Relatively ungraceful victim? Check!

Potential for slapstick comedy? Check!

Thus, does that hair smack Serenity right in the schnoz and stuff her mouth full of confetti? You bet it does.]

MFF--!

[And with a very unceremonious THUD, she's on the ground spread-eagle.]

[amaranthe]

[ STRUCK DOWN

Kiara collapses to the ground and stays completely still. ]

Fa | OC | OTA (and CR is also nice!)

[dohremi]

((Some info on Fa, who for the purposes of this meme is her AI self integrated with a vat-grown human body. I don't know if you're a nerd like me and like to use images, but since I find this fun, Fa's wearing this sweater and these jeans -- which are modelled by a hilariously Rocky Horro Picture Show-esque set of legs. :D))

The building was beautiful, more because Fa had not had a chance to wander around outside the ever-shifting landscape of her digital existence. The confetti that seemed to everlastingly tumble from all ceilings reminded her of disintigrating domains from once-great AI hosts -- beings like her, of her small stature and rootless alignment -- often scavenged the landscape/corpses of larger, failed creatures for loot before said domains collapsed in on themselves... but this felt like a new beginning rather than a death. Fa very much liked the analogy.

She waded through ankle-deep confetti from the room where she had woken, a high room looking down across great, sparkling waters and the reflected lights of the hotel at night, out into a hallway with a similar confetti problem. Brushing scraps of reflective paper from her hair, she looked up and down the slightly curved lengths of the hall... seemed like she had a middling room, here, but that also meant that an inviting elevator bay stood directly before her. She felt the urge to straighten the layers of her chiffon and knit sweater as the doors dinged open to reveal another guest.

Was it strange that Fa couldn't remember how she got here? Somehow she didn't feel disturbed by the prospect, so she put it aside for later reflection. "Good evening," she piped up, hurrying to catch the elevator. "Going down, or up?"

[morethanpasta]

Feliciano gaped at the girl, odd as it looked with his eyes mostly shut in a squint. "I don't know?" he finally ventured. He flashed her a dazzling smile to make up for his unhelpful answer, reaching up to scratch his head. His nose scrunched up with faint upset. "I was having the nicest siesta in my bed at home and then I woke up and now I'm here," he explained, as if that made for a proper apology.

It did, in his mind at least. He had been a bit too caught up in marveling at his surroundings and mourning lost sleep to pay all that much attention to which buttons he had pressed. "I don't think it matters where you go, there is something interesting on every floor. I found a swimming pool, but I'm still searching for the pasta."

He eyed the girl some more, marveling at how pretty she was. Every girl was pretty to him, but in his opinion that only meant he was very blessed to see beauty everywhere he looked. He was blessed, really. "You have glitter in your hair. It looks nice."

[andtimes]

"Up of course," said Lobsang who had actually intended to get off here but on no more than a whim. Who would go down when they could go up? He took a curious glance outside but didn't step out after all. The confetti, by now, was nothing new. "To the rooftop, I think. Have somewhere to be?"

Erik Lehnsherr l X-Men First Class l OTA

[brotherhoodeirk]

Erik hated feeling trapped but here he was stuck in a room with no clear windows or doors that looked just like Charles Xaiver's study. The chess board was sitting out with several glasses of something that look strong sitting on the desk. He picks one up and sips from it his eyes flicking from side to side.

What was going on...and what did it have to do with him?

[gotaphd]

Just when Erik lifts the glass to his lips, Charles rounds the corner, sitting in his wheelchair. "Erik?" Finally, a friendly face in this odd place.

((Oh what the hay!))

[dohremi]

((So I know that this is a weird one to respond with, but I feel like part of the charm of DR-style games is that sometimes really different characters can run into one another and develop some bizarre and sometimes fun CR! If you're not into playing against such a vastly different character, I don't mind! I'm just having fun tagging around this meme!))

Finally a room that looked as though it was a quiet nook. Fa was glad of the chance for some repose after what she'd been through at this hotel, or conference building. She'd stumbled over a few rooms alraedy that looked like a party gone sour: people reacting with various states of confusion, anger, bemusement, or blasé acceptance, and it had unnerved her enough that she needed to slip into an empty room to regain her composure.

She had found a deliciously baroque cabinet (at least by comparison to her own experiences,) atop which was a silver platter laden with a quartet of wine-glasses and a lovely, somewhat dusty bottle of something white and probably very expensive. Fa poured for herself, took a sip as she turned to examine the rest of the room, and nearly spat the rieslingesque drink when she realized that a chess set, a pair of chairs, and an older-looking man sitting in one of them had materialized on her turned back... however, some wine was too good to be wasted, surely. She put her hand to her mouth and did a mentally-jumbled taking of stock, swallowing her drink instead and coughing inopportunely.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," she apologized, voice high with surprise. She was a fairly tall young woman, somewhere between mid-twenties and early thirties, but well cared for. She might appear younger to someone Erik's age. "Erm, would you like me to bring the bottle over?" Not likely: Erik looked as though he was well stocked with some drink more golden, probably harder than even very good wine.

Kaname Chidori Σ Full Metal Panic!

[pivotpoint]

[Preferences listed here.

The first thing Kaname did was demand. She looked for a lobby, an exit, a bellhop, anything, so that she could demand an explanation. When that turned fruitless she would ask around to other confused patrons to see if they knew more than she did. They didn't. At first she was polite, but after her fifteenth dead end she became frustrated and literally shook people down trying to get information (feel free to pick this spot to play with).

Second she staked out a room. It's close to an elevator, and also has a nice window view. An ideal room, which is why since she had no way of "claiming" it she trashed it. Not truly trashed, but the bed is messed up, the bathroom has the soaps everywhere, and the lamps are tipped over on their sides. After that she dashes off to find some sort of food. Eventually she comes to a snack buffet. She'll sigh in disappointment before grabbing a plate to fill with crackers, cheese, sliced meats and possibly fruits. She might be rudely grabbing here, so feel free to get in her way. Depending on the reaction she may or may not apologize.

Finally she'll return to "her room," and try to get in. When she arrives- is it locked? Yes or no there is someone in it. Is it your character? Be ready for some verbal harshness if it is.]

[deusexhormones]

[WHAT IF HE'S IN HER ROOM.

Not that he intends to stay here there's no interesting rooms near here (at least, right now, and if you ask him - convenient? Who gives a crap things have to be exciting), but he's tired and this was the first one which wasn't occupied or locked. So he is flopped out on the bed eyes closed and facing up towards the ceiling. The fact it was trashed before he came back here doesn't register for him. ]

Aaron Goodlace | OC | OTA (CR sounds swell)

[aaron_agate]

((info here))

Well, this was new. Aaron felt like he was waking from some kind of drug or blow-to-the-head induced stupor. He was sitting... comfortable, at least, no bindings on hands, legs... and he was holding a tall flute of something bubbly, now that he thought about it. A moment later and he just barely saved himself from tipping the glass down the front of a charcoal-dark suit. Looking up from the near sartorial disaster (the spilling of champagne, not the suit itself), Aaron took some time to adjust to the fact that he was indeed looking across a kicking party. People in suits and dresses down to there and up to there, sharing drinks, chatting, having fun.

Where in fuck's name was he?

The room itself was spacious, cleverly homey and expensively spartan all in a go. Windows stretched up from behind him and, in a clever torus of glass and track-lighting, swooped up and over to reveal a cloudless night. A half-moon shone down on him almost as though it were a diffuse spotlight. Made him think of getting the full moon, both cheeks, from the universe itself.

Well fuck. If he couldn't remember how he got here, and he couldn't remember a single fucking thing about this place, he might start with tentative openers. Regaining his composure somewhat, the blonde turned to his right, looking for another supposed wall flower like himself who might spark a memory or two.

Hey, how about a fellow OC?

[stylishhacking]

Mary found herself blinking across a party, holding a glass of... champagne? She sniffed it, though found herself unable to tell what the liquid was. Instead her pjs, she was wearing a blue and sparkly dress. It looked like it could pay a quarter's worth of tuition. Around her were people chattering away, seemingly oblivious to the girl who had just materialized out of nowhere.

Instinctively her hand went to her side, in search of a pocket. Her phone... Well, she didn't have pockets to begin with, let alone her phone. Perhaps that would have been too easy. Was this a dream? She did sometimes fantasize about being an heiress with money to burn.

Looking around, she caught site of a clock and a door. Both. It was a clear, sliding glass panel with a simple clock made of black lines embedded. The time read '11:45.' So, she wasn't asleep. People couldn't read numbers in dreams. Then what was going on?

Mary was surprised to find herself feeling calm. It was as if her body had gone on autopilot and she began to search for a way out. As she walked, she didn't notice herself heading straight towards a man. At least, not until she bumped head first into his chest. Her alcohol ended up splashing, getting both of them damp.

"Ouff!" She gasped. "Oh shit, sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going. And... And..." And all the 'what the fucking hell?' rushed into her. Her head felt light. Her heart beat to fast. "Holy shit... Do you know where we are?"

Jamie MacDonald | The Thick of It | OTA

[motherwellrules]

Those who have decided to explore may well meet on their travels a small scotsman in a dishevelled suit; covered in confetti and looking deeply irritated about the fact, prowling the hallways with the air of one who expects the furniture to attack.

It's not like he's new to the concept of waking up in unfamiliar surroundings with no idea how he got there - and certainly this does look like a more upmarket version of every soulless conference-centre hotel he's ever been in - but there's usually more hangover involved. Plus there's the fact that he clearly remembers getting home from work late last night and dozing off in front of some shit subtitled swedish crime drama on BBC 4 without a drop of alcohol in his bloodstream. Unless Malcolm had someone mickey finn his coffee (not impossible) something fucking sinister is clearly going on here.

In the course of his exploration so far he's discovered plenty of well-appointed rooms, a bar, a restaurant, a gym, a pool...pretty much everything a classy hotel could want. What he has thus far failed to find, crucially, is:

a) another living soul, or;
b) a way out.

Anyone he encounters in the corridors will be greeted from some distance with, "Haw, any idea where the fuck I am?" at great volume and in the thickest glaswegian accent this side of an episode of Taggart.


[Bio here]

Mind if I use the AU version of this guy?

[ingoodcompany]

"Say it louder, why don't you? I don't think they heard you in Australia."

Not that he's any better, shouting right back at Jamie. Stiles has no clue as to where they are either. He was supposed to 'run' into people at a community center, but never actually got there. (There's no way he'd gotten lost in the building, the door he'd gone through even had the right name on the bright brass plate.)

"I know where this place isn't."

[ooc: more info in his journal. Um, this seemed interesting, so gonna give things a go. ]

Kay Friave, OC, OTA for sass and meeting new people

[ktfe]

((For the curious: Thirtyish redhead, short, snarky, currently about four months pregnant because that's what happens when there are a bajillion domestic memes floating around at all times. Looks human, talks human, walks human, but is an elemental.))

What an odd place.

She'd awakened spread-eagled in a pile of confetti, then suffered a moment of setting confusion. Had she fallen asleep in one of the snowdrifts out back? No: she wasn't cold and alternately there wasn't a puddle of melted snow slowly forming below her.

Once she'd picked herself up and begun to wade through the paper blizzard, she discovered that the irritating shreds had made it into every crevice from sleeves to buttcrack. Snow would have been preferable.

Kay had been to places with objectively stranger modes of decoration, but this one took the prize for absurd impracticality. For that, she suspected an elaborate prank from one of her more mischievous friends, but the further she waded through the blizzard and the more numbered doors she found, the more puzzling the situation got. She tested a few as she went: locked. Looked like they took key cards. She missed Aaron's particular skill set just then.

Then: the creak and shift of a door, maybe opening onto a confetti'd hallway.

Kay jumped to the opportunity and hollered out into the damndably muffling paper: "Hey!" Wading on, she hollered again, "Someone there? Hang on a second!"

((TAG ALL THE POSTS! TAG AAAALLLLL THE POSTS!))

[dohremi]

Oh, a familiary voice! Fa, startled, let the door drop open. She poked her head out the side, catching site of Kay up the hallway, very definitely human. Very definitely not the K that Fa was familiar with.

Slamming the door closed again amidst the paper drifts, the AI woman in the borrowed body tried to think quickly. What did she know about the Kay that was out there right now? A past version, one that Agate had very specifically told Fa not to fuck around with. When the blonde had wanted to unobstructively join in on the fun and pranks of messing with a younger version of the fire elemental -- gods knew how Agate had managed to invent or obtain a portal that went back in time! -- the male-identified AI had told her off for it, and had only become more dodgy about the situation from then on out.

K, too, had not been willing to mention much about the escapade, although Fa had been deathly curious. Now it looked like through coincidence, through unhappy happenstance, she might get her wish.

'Damn you coincidence,' she thought.

What to do about this? Could she avoid K the whole time she was here? How long was 'the whole time', anyways? The creeping desire for comfort in a strange place was also a strong second to the moral, logical course of action that Fa knew she'd need to take... if she opened the door again and saw K standing out there she was liable to melt in her arms, and that would never do. So for the meantime, K was just going to have to listen to the quickened breathing behind the door and, eventually, a muffled, "nobody's in here!" if she hung around long enough to alert Fa to her presence.

Feda Gandamak | OC

[notbloodylikely]

((The basics! Sticking to Teen!Feda for this one.))

Feda was used to weird stuff happening to him. Ten years of magical adventures could do that to someone, but this was new. A total and instant relocation like this seemed to be a personal attack and he responded as if it was. Fortunately for him, he had been in the middle of one of said magical adventures and was thus tooled for the job.

Black motorcycle suit combined with a long coat, 'NOT' on his left arm, 'BLOODY' across his back and 'LIKELY' down the right arm, a skull image over the helmet. To top off the image, a large qiang spear in hand. It wasn't in hand for long, because the moment he spotted someone else whilst he stalked the hallways, he threw it, aiming to miss but embed it in the ground next to them.

He didn't say a word otherwise, a faceless, large masculine shape shifting into a low, unrefined fighting stance with his fingers spread wide. This was his idea of cautious, because Feda is one risky guy.

OCs gotta stick together!

[ktfe]

"Jesus fucking gay Christ what the fucking hell?!"

Here was a short redheaded woman spewing profanity, maybe thirty, lightly pregnant, red-faced angry and shedding residual confetti from a very long wade through halls more clogged than this one. She was dressed in nothing more interesting than jeans and a parka made for colder weather than the inside of a hotel, the latter now hanging open over a rather beat-up looking band t-shirt from the early nineties. It was her foot that well-aimed spear had embedded itself next to.

As much as Feda seemed to be falling into an fighting stance the woman across from him didn't quite seem prepared for a punch-up. She'd hopped back a step, even. She did, however, seem to be in a towering state of agitation and now had a direction in which to direct her ire.

"YOU," she shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at the huge youth with the white shock in his hair, "who the FUCK are you?!" The question encompassed the obvious, but seemed to umbrella over 'who the fuck do you think you are' and 'what the fuck is this spear about', too.

kaede smith ◊ killer7 ◊ ota

[rebuses]

[ Kaede's not all that entirely comfortable with these hotel settings, that much is obvious in her cold, stand-offish demeanor as she prowls through the hallways and past all the rooms, but the confetti isn't making it any easier. Her mind reels at the thought of being trapped with nowhere to go, due to drudging up too many terrible memories all at once.

Her fingers curl into her palms as she trudges through the rivers of confetti lining the floors, keeping herself as calm as possible as she navigates her way to an exit, but it seems like an endless maze — one that seems to have no end in sight none the less — that it feels like yet another labyrinth into the depths of another person's mind.

She clicks her tongue, reaching for a handle of the non-hotel room doors in one of the hallways, but it doesn't budge simply because of all the confetti piled on against it. With a sigh, she kicks some of the confetti away. ]

Useless piece of shit.

Regulus Black | Harry Potter | OTA

[snakesroarquietly]

Wizards were used to many odd and at times uncomfortable methods of travel, but these were still explainable to an educated mind. Even if it was the happenstance of accidentally touching a portkey, there was always a logical explanation to be found. Regulus Black was certain, well, almost certain, mostly certain, that he hadn't touched a portkey when he was whisked away to this place. Yet he arrived, a half-eaten buttered scone still in hand, and to his credit, he didn't even stumble.

That was the extent of his claim to maintaining dignity.

His mood had turned sour when he came to realize that his new surroundings were lavish, but Muggle in nature, and further soured when he realized that the same could be said of his fellow... guests. Inmates. Whatever you preferred to call them. Muggle, that is, nothing lavish about them.

By the time he had resigned himself to staying for now and picked a room, he simply wanted to be alone. A quick trip to get some food lured him out of his room again. It should prove a terrible mistake, for by the time he returned, he found his lovely abandoned room not so abandoned anymore.

Regulus' hand rested on his wand before he had thought about it at all, though he was aware, at the back of his mind, that he shouldn't. "What are you doing intruding on private property?" he demanded, face schooled into his best haughty sneer of pureblood superiority. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't...," he cut himself off before he could say transfigure you into a slug, and finished weakly, "throw you out."

Haruki Suzumiya | Haruhi Suzumiya (AU) | Whatever, let's rock!!

[deusexhormones]

[ BUT WHY IS THERE CONFETTI THO. When he arrived he was exploring the whole place, excited to be in some mysterious place he didn't recognize which didn't feel immediately threatening. But surprisingly quickly, it got boring. but then he discovered that there seemed to be a room for everything if he looked hard enough! But then he started to have to brave confetti "snow" storms.

Shit sucks? Shit sucks.

Admittedly, being in a confetti snow storm is interesting, but not in the good way. Now if he can only open a door, a door which might lead to anywhere... But where is it? ]

I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS

[boredgame]

[As always, Koizumi's job was to keep Haruki happy. A happy Haruki meant a safer world for you and me. Even it was hard to tell if they were in their normal world.

She had to admit, the confetti storm was surprising. It was unlikely Haruki was to blame for this one. After all, it didn't really seem like this would entertain him when he was blocked off from several rooms.

Nonetheless, it was best to simply follow along, obey orders, and try to keep an eye out for any other unnatural activities.

Aka: ass-kissing the Koizumi way.]

Ashe | League of Legends | ota

[avarosa]

[ Ashe is used to being summoned places, but they're usually... not... this nice. Naturally, she's on edge, scouting out the building carefully. Even in the rooms with crowds, she's up against a wall with her bow drawn and arrow at the ready - just in case.

She clearly doesn't seem to think most of the others here are a threat, but is looking through each room suspiciously. She looks more and more confused, though, and it shows on her face. ]

[deusexhormones]

[ ... Well, there's someone. And she looks interesting, so- ]

Hey, you.

[ A shovel in hand (don't ask) Haruki marches on over to get up in front of the woman and looking both curious and annoyed at the same time. As if he's waiting to be overpowered ]

Aiden Lewis | OC | otaaaa

[volley]

[ Aiden found the gym! There's a room with foosball and ping-pong tables, and sectioned off is an indoor volleyball court. This messy kiddo can be find spiking a volleyball into a wall over and over. He looks like he's enjoying himself, but is that even fun alone, Aiden... Is it...............

Come play with him... ]

[tamiko]

[Tamiko got separated from her friends in a crowd and for a while she's been wandering aimlessly through the hallways and different rooms. When she hears a light thump-thump-thump coming from a distance, she walks towards the sound.

Oh, it's a gym... Tamiko is not really interested in sports but she stops and watches the guy playing with a ball. Eventually she speaks up, in her quiet voice.]

Hi...

puck | a midsummer night's dream [modern au] | open!

[goodfellows]

i. arrival

--years old, you actually can't put me in time ou--

[ He's joking. Is he joking? He's probably joking. In any case, he's in the middle of a conversation when he starts to appear in the building, and he takes a moment to look appropriately upset about his abrupt removal from it. Definitely not the best way to make an entrance. ]

Oh. Well. This is new.

[ Said softly-- and mostly for his own benefit. He dusts confetti off his shirt, straightens it, and hefts his schoolbag a little higher on his shoulder. He's not entirely convinced this is real, yet, but he'll accost the next person he sees anyway, flagging them down with a wave and a smile. ]

Hey! All right?

ii. settling in

[ Had enough of the confetti? Here's Puck, sitting at a table and shielded from the confetti downpour by a cheery umbrella taped to one table leg. His feet are propped up on a box of umbrellas, and he has a handwritten sign out front: ]

ASK ME ABOUT UMBRELLAS

iii. choose your own adventure!

ii

[zweiteturm]

[ Odelia approaches his table, seeming completely unfazed by the confetti... Or by much of anything. The wind-up gear from her hat is spinning slowly, and the mechanical wings from her back look to be a little bit jammed with the falling paper. They twitch a little erratically. ]

I am here to inquire about umbrellas.

Old Snake | Metal Gear Solid 4

[imthe_shit]

[ Not AGAIN. Another one of these damn Nexuses? They were all starting to blur together, honestly... Snake was making his way around the various corridors, until suddenly...

Yeah, being blasted by confetti wasn't exactly what he was expecting. Being chased by a Metal Gear down a hallway, or avoiding a giant Gear Rex that was trying to eat him was more so expected, but confetti blizzard?

Nope, hadn't experienced that yet. So Snake is now hiding in a box to avoid as much of the confetti as he can... Streamers and colored paper soon covering up the box entirely. At least he was safe inside. ]

ONE DAY HER ICONS WILL BE ANIME AGAIN

[mooneclipse]

[And where there is a box covered in a hallways completely covered in confetti, there is always someone to trip over it. And who better than this doofus!

...Granted, after the whole being 'hit by hair' thing, Serenity's not having the best day. First, she's not home doing her job, so mama was going to be upset. Second, she seemed to have no way to get home despite trying to open a portal. Third, she was hit in the face with hair upon her arrival!

So, tripping over a box and landing spread-eagle on that is really just the next low point in a day full of them!]

...Nnnnnn! Who put this here!

So rude!!

Nostalgia Critic | Channel Awesome | OTA

[irememberit]

[Caught in another universe? Stuck in an multiversal hotel?

He's only got one reaction.]

...This better not be the Plot Hole again.