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Who: Mei Ling and Otacon
What: Operation Fix Otacon! Mei Ling has come to attempt to get Otacon to shave and to eat something other than instant ramen. And perhaps find out what the hell is going on with REX.
Where: Otacon's room ~the domain of the nerd~
When: Backdated to June 13-14.
Warnings: General geeky shenanigans. What else did you expect?

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Otacon was in his room, watching the twenty or so screens zoom in with all sorts of data. An anime or two. Or three. He hadn't shaved, he'd barely eaten and slept..and his eyes looked red and swollen.

Sure Neris said she might come back one day, but for a man like him? It seemed unlikely. He got the sniffles again, and blew his nose into a tissue that he'd been reusing (kinda really gross), unwilling to step out of his room to get another box. Paper packets of instant ramen everywhere. He was running out of them.

He heard Mei Lings voice and didn't want to answer, but he had a feeling if he didn't, she'd still find a way in somehow. Maybe even get someone like Lash to blow his door up.

So after what seemed like an eternity, he slowly waddled over to the door, and the woman behind it could hear the thousand clicks as he undid each of the locks, one by one.

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Ah, we had progress. Mei Ling didn't want to imagine what kind of shattered state Otacon would be in on the other side of the door.

Instead, she prepared herself in the time it took Otacon to undo the locks.

She had brought a basket with her that was currently being held by her Mk II. There were rubber gloves, a pair of scissors, a clean set of t-shirt and trousers in Otacon's size, a toiletry set, two apples, some riceballs and a codec headset. Oh, and some random animu figurine she picked up to keep him distracted if it
ever came down to it.

"Oh Otacon." Mei Ling sighed to herself. "Why do you do this to yourself, really..." But knowing his luck with women, it wouldn't surprise her in any way at all.

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A walking nerd zombie was perhaps the best way to describe him. As the door creaked up, he looked at the much older Mei Ling apologetically, rubbing his unshaven chin, and wincing at how much that felt like coarse wallpaper.

"You didn't have to do this," he told her, looking at the amount of presents (gloves?), his eyes dotting on the figurine for a second with a wide-eyed interest. "But...thank you." He was grateful. Really grateful, but Otacon was also the type of person who had trouble admitting he was in the wrong for grieving this long. Thankfully, distraction not only came by way of underaged girl in costume figurines, but the robot that was holding everything.

He started at Mk II.

"He looks like..." he didn't finish his sentence, already running to his room and returning with a deactivated MK-II his predecessor had made. The difference on colors and ways of transportation was evident

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The Mk II waved at Otacon before lifting the basket up.

"I'm never going to get used to this while... two Otacons deal. Time travel I can deal with. Maybe there's more of you in a parallel universe somewhere but those worlds shouldn't interact."

Mei Ling got herself through the door and prepared for the worst. Yeah, good thing she brought gloves because she doesn't even want to know what those... things on the floor were originally. Paper? Paper pulp?

"A shower sounds like... a good idea." She wasted no time getting the gloves on and picking up what looked like weeks old half empty pots of cup ramen before disposing it in a garbage bag. "There's a set of clothes and some toiletries in there for you. You were better when you had a child of take care of, honestly... at least she made sure you did this."