this is just like trading pokemon cards except deadlier

[beakie]

Who: Beaker and whoever else wants to put up toplevels for trading and YOU
What: Trading cards! And socialization.
Where: Vista Way
When: 5/8, all day.
Warnings: None!


i

[Today, Beaker's taken the day off from his personal hell job to set up a bunch of stands outside in the streets of Vista Way!

...Okay, it's more like he's taken a bunch of furniture from his apartment and set them up haphazardly, but that doesn't matter. What matters is the poster board that's taped to a stout coffee table that reads "COME TRADE YOUR CARDS". The letters on the right edge of the poster are significantly smaller than the other letters, like he had to make room to squeeze in words.

He's sitting at a table, shuffling his cards around, occasionally looking up to greet people as they pass. If you'd like, you're free to trade your own cards with other people and set up shop on the couch or the rug--wow, he...practically dragged down all of his furniture onto the street, huh?]

Meemii! Meep meemoomeep meep meemii?

[Hey there! Wanna trade cards with him? He's got Fire, Genie Lamp, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, and Astro Blaster.]

ii

[...Yeah, turns out when you bring all your furniture outside for a fun day, you have to put it back into your apartment. Thank God he only lives on the first floor, but still. It's not like he lifts, and he's having quite A Time trying to get all of this stuff through the door. Currently, he's struggling to pull the couch back into the building, but it keeps getting stuck on the doorframe. He waves at anyone who passes--]

MEEP! MEEMII MEEP?

[Mind giving him a hand?]

Comments

[tacticalespionageaction]

[After watching Beaker's tiny muppet body drag the sofa through, he's pretty impressed that he even has the upper body strength to carry it at all. But the idea of him dragging it all the way up tugs at Snake a little.

He follows beaker through the door, and edges around the sofa.]

Hnnrnrgh...move aside.

[beakie]

[that's what happens when you have the strength of two men! which is especially true in beaker's case, since he's being puppeteered by two separate men. don't think about it too hard.]

Meep?

[He scoots over a little, making way for the intimidating man. Sorry, if he's in Snake's way.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[When you're a metal gear character, you kind of learn to accept these things.]

Hnnrh-

[He squats down and picks up the sofa in the same manner Beaker was carrying it previously. Time to take a break, little puppet man.]

Where to?

[beakie]

Meep moo. Meep.

[Beaker points up the stairs. Third floor. Sorry. He winces and sort of twiddles his fingers as he watches Snake.

...Smalltalk would probably be best to keep him occupied.]

...Meep miimeep meemoo meep? Meep meemii moo meep moomii?

[How did he get so strong? Does he work out or something?]

[tacticalespionageaction]

Third floor...got it.

[He doesn't appear to be having too much trouble with it, even without the ungodly strength of two puppeteers.]

Been through a lot of training - I try to keep myself in shape.

[beakie]

[Beaker follows after Snake, being careful to allow some distance between the couch and himself.]

Oooh. Meep meemii, meep meemiimeep meemoo meep? Meep meemii meep meemoomeep, meep meemii meep meemoo meep.

[Maybe one day, they could work out together? He's been trying to keep in shape but work has been taking up most of his time. Maybe if he gets stronger, he'll be able to better withstand any further accidents that happen.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

Gym partners, huh?

[Honestly, he can't find any reason not to. The little puppet man was pleasant enough company, and if he wanted to get stronger then he could do worse than asking Snake for help.]

Sure thing.

[beakie]

Meep moo!

[Thumbs up from Beaker! Honestly, he's just excited that he's actually making friends with people who don't wish him harm. Like Bill. Well, Bill probably doesn't want him to get hurt, but...he doesn't really stop him from getting hurt or show any concern about it.

Things are starting to look up for Beaker--from Bunsen's arrival in Progress City to making new friends!]

Meep meemiimeep meemoo, meep meemiimeep. Meep meemiimeep moo, meep?

[He'll ask his partner if he wants to come. Bunsen probably needs the exercise. Snake doesn't mind, does he?]

[tacticalespionageaction]

Hm, your lab partner? Sure.

[That's what he means right? Probably.]

[beakie]

Meep?

[Beaker shakes his head, sighing. People used to always say that, but...he wants to make it clear.]

No, no, meep mee meep.

[He gestures to himself when he says it. No, no, his partner.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

Oh, I see.

[He feels a little bad for the confusion.]

That's fine by me; I have one too. He's a scientist, like you.

[Is that a grin on the face of the famously stoic Solid Snake?]

[beakie]

Ooh!

[gay rights!

Beaker's expression brightens a little bit. He doesn't mind the confusion--Muppets can be a little obtuse at times. Especially when it comes to his meeping.]

Meep meemiimeep meemoo meep meep meemii. Meep meemoo meep?

[No offense, but Snake doesn't really seem like the type to associate with scientists. What's his name? How'd he meet him?]

[tacticalespionageaction]

His name's Otacon. It stands for...otaku convention.

[If those words were ever uttered with fondness, it was right then.]

I met him on a mission several years ago.

[He was crying and covered in piss. The most romantic of setups.]

[beakie]

[Beaker blinks. Otaku...convention.

Hm. Well, all men have their own tastes, he guesses.]

Meep meemii? Meep, meep meemiimeep meemoomeep!

[A mission? Like, a secret agent or something? Ooh, he bets that Snake has some interesting stories to tell!]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[He nods with a grunt as he carries the sofa.]

Something like that.

[He holds back from elaborating further- partly because of the strain of carrying the sofa, partly out of reluctance to.

Still, Beaker was starting to become something of a friend, and...there were some good times back then, moments worth revisiting and sharing.]

Maybe some day, I'll tell you.