SNAKEϟTALES 001 ☢ arrival ✈

[philanthroper]

► [ ✆ - voice; morning ]

...

Looks like the bad acid trip's over. Glad to see that those mushrooms aren't the norm here.

[ Brief pause. ]

So. Now that everyone's themselves again, answer me. Where the hell am I? I certainly am not married. Nor do I have kids. Really. This is bad.

[ Another pause, though this time it's accompanied with a groan and quiet

Comments

phone

[burnmycapital]

The place is called Mayfield.

phone

[philanthroper]

I got the name of the place, but why? How?

Re: phone

[burnmycapital]

You were abducted just like everyone else who has a brain, an also those who do not, and you cannot leave.

[philanthroper]

I read that nice "Welcome to Hell" letter on the fridge. It answers some questions but not enough. So escape doesn't come easily, huh.

jonathon's tools

[apathetic_lion]

[ And here we have one apathetic teenager who is currently staring holes through the guns on display. He had thought maybe he could improvise, build his own gunblade since this town had robbed him. ...But he wouldn't even really know the first step and would in all likely hood blow himself up or something. So he could just... improvise further by wielding both a sword machete and gun, right? The only question is which. ]

[philanthroper]

Little green to be looking at guns, kid. Wait 'till you're eighteen.

[ SUDDENLY GRIZZLED SMOKERS VOICE BEHIND YOU, SQUALL. ]

[apathetic_lion]

[ Not startled in the least bit, really. He'll just casually turn around to face the g-- okay, man with... pretty much the same look he gives everyone. ]

What's that supposed to mean?

[ If only he still had his scar. Sigh. ]

[philanthroper]

You're underage.

[ Pauses briefly, muttering something under his breath. ]

Not that that stopped me or anything... I guess... Hnnnrrgh.

[ Snake has a lapse of judgement. ]

Which one do you want?

B

[webball]

Peter wanders into the store, looking for supplies. He doesn't like being defenseless in this bizarro town, especially after the mushroom incident. Maybe he can fashion some web shooters out of some of this stuff. He made his first pair at 16, after all.]
[He grabs a cart and moseys down the aisles... Then sees a tall grizzled man holding a revolver and grunting.

...Peter turns his cart around and moseys right the f@$# away.]

[philanthroper]

[ It's hard to mosey away when a hand with the grip of iron clamps stamp down on Peter's shoulder! ]

Hey.

[ Can Snake smell fear? It certainly seems like it. He's a lot closer now. ]

Where do you buy the ammo?

[webball]

[What the...!? What is he, a store clerk?! How should he know!?]

[This guy smells like cigarette smoke and bushes. Peter wrinkles his nose and turns around.]

Uh... look, man, I don't work here and I don't want any trouble. This is my first time in this shop.

[He glances around warily]
...Why aren't there GUN CONTROL LAWS in the 50's, anyway? Anyone could just walk in here and become his own assassin...

[philanthroper]

Trouble. No trouble here. Just asking where the bullets are.

[ Snake just cuts him a sharp look. ]

It takes a bit more than that to become an accomplished killer, but I hear ya. At least video games aren't out yet.... If you ask me that stuff messes kids up.

Jonathan's Tools

[goddamnhedgehog]

[Hey. Guess who else is looking to buy a gun? This hedgehog.

Or, he would be if the drone behind the counter would stop trying to scratch behind his ears as if he's some sort of dog. He squirms out of the drone's reach, glaring daggers at him.]

Hands off.

[philanthroper]

[ How strange, a talking, walking, something-or-other is trying to purchase a weapon. Snake assesses the situation, trying to recall if he's ever encountered something like this in his career as a soldier. But one to roll with the punches Snake just assumes that this guy is like him--another captive to this Leave it to Beaver town. ]

The guy behind the counter doesn't seem like the negotiating type.

[ Suddenly grizzled voice behind Shadow. ]

[goddamnhedgehog]

[Oh hey, grizzled voice. Shadow glances over his shoulder at Snake.]

No. He doesn't. [For the sake of his own sanity, he hopes that not everyone in town is this condescending.]

I need a weapon. Yet he refuses to acknowledge me.

[philanthroper]

Well. He might think you're a pet. Or something.

[ What is this guy, anyway? It's way too elaborate to be some kind of costume. ]

He's one of those drones, right?

[ Snake stares at the drone behind the counter and makes eye contact, whereupon the drone drops the "treat the hedgehog like a second-class citizen" routine, replying with a smile, a wave and a "Find everything you need, Mister Doe?" Snake frowns. ]

... Yup. A drone.

voice

[bridesearching]

A VR mission? What's one of those?

voice

[philanthroper]

Hnnrgh.

[ He grunts. Should he mention it? Judging from the few phone calls, this certainly isn't any place like home. Would it even matter if people knew who him? What about his name? His mission? The proliferation of nuclear arms?--No. Snake figures out ultimately it doesn't matter. Maybe a few people might have heard of him here, but then what? It's not like Snake is with any formal military. He'll omit some details that might put him in harm's way, but he never liked being misled, so with that in mind he finds himself really not having a problem with disclosing some "sensitive" information. ]

VR missions--Operations simulated in virtual reality using digital technology, though with no consequence regardless the outcome of the simulated mission. So you can create the most outrageous or the most difficult mission scenarios for experience, even if it's all simulated. It's all the craze right now with new special ops soldiers. Though if you ask me it just creates a bunch of VR-junkies that pretend to certify operatives to be able to

voice

[bridesearching]

... huh?? I don't get it at all, mister.

[ Really, he had her lost soon enough that he began, even though she tried to listen to it all. But, remembering one or two words from that, it prompts her to speak up again. ]

Oh, oh-- is it like- compuuuuturs?

[philanthroper]

Yeah. Computers. Don't worry about it too much, though. What can you tell me about this place?