[The video buzzes on to the sight of Frank standing over a pot of water on the stove. He's waiting for it to begin heating up; obviously nobody ever told him that a watched pot never boils. On the counter next to him sits a carton of eggs (some missing, presumably inside of the pot already) and several bloodied tissues -- upon closer inspection, he has a tissue rolled up each nostril of his slightly crooked nose right now too.]

[There's someone he's speaking to off screen, but as nobody can see her, it seems he's posing this question to all the (potentially hungry) inhabitants of Somarium.]

How do you prefer your eggs be prepared?

[Filtered from Sunny]

Snake has given me the task of entertaining the female that is now residing in our base. She is not a soldier, merely a civilian. I can't say I recognize the protocol for this situation.

How do I "entertain" a girl?

[A lighter flicks on, sparking the end of a cigar. The Dreamberry screen gets repositioned a little, showing the dark exterior of the fire station. Frank stands before it, dressed like a former resident of the building. He takes a long drag on the cigar, exhaling slowly as he looks up into the tree outside of the station.]

[There seems to be a few trails of toilet paper hanging down from the branches.]

Halloween, huh... The meaning of Halloween can change from one year to the next. A professional goblin doesn't bring candy into the mission. The only ones who need a reason to trick-or-treat, are the ones who trick-or-treat for a living.

Pumpkins are fickle, they get smashed over time. So long as we remain loyal to our eggs and toilet paper, mischief makers need nothing to believe in.

(Due to my hiatus during the time this event was occurring, consider this thread to be dropped. My apologies to those who have commented.)

It is foggy today as well. I am not capable of performing my patrol as effectively in this weather.

How do you pass the time as you wait for it to disperse enough to see?

( Public; 4:20 Eat Rations Every Day )
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[...Frank could use a snack.]

[Finding the voice and video functions of his radio has been rendered useless by interference from the sandstorm, Frank isn't left with many ways to contact Snake and Raiden. The wind pounding against the walls of the fire house made it difficult to even verbally communicate between the two floors and basement.]



snaak & ridin

i fownd kees to tuh truk.

yor lokashun?


[...Yes, he is feeling quite proud of himself.]

( Public; leaving without you, leaving my soul behind. )
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[Frank, in the bed he once shared with his commander as opposed to a cage, just remains curled up on his side. A faint sound escapes from the back of his throat, a noise that can only be described as somewhere between a cough and a sob that's desperately trying to be stifled.]

[Big Boss' name has disappeared from the contact list.]

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[Filtered from Naomi]

Recent events have lead me to the discovery of a few details I was previously unaware of. As the perfect soldier, I am to rectify this immediately.

I need to know what being a "brother" to somebody entails.

What is the protocol involved in this kind of undertaking?