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recolle2017-12-14 01:13 am
manufactured) wrote in recolle2017-12-14 01:13 am
[SEMI-OPEN] And the world gets smaller
WHO: Albert Wesker, whomever decides to join him (presumably you!)
WHERE: A coffee shop in Tisse; one of the squares in town
WHEN: 12/11 – 12/15
WHAT: Meetings with people, both planned and not. One open prompt, one semi-open.
WARNINGS: Discussion of various things that may not be ethical? Nothing graphic, it's just talk.
[I. PLANNED.]
[Those who were in contact with Wesker on the network post that he put out a while back and expressed actual interest in what he's doing will find that he's contacted you at some point during the week; the texts are all requesting a time at some point during the evening, after normal work hours, and they specify a location that's perhaps surprisingly public, given how cagey he tended to be on the post itself. But the coffee shop he's specified is quiet and low-traffic, the sort of place that lends itself well to privacy, and that's where he'll be waiting.
He's well-dressed, as he always is, the black suit is impeccable – though he's still wearing those dark glasses indoors, because apparently he's just like that; he's recognizable from his profile on Retrospec, at the very least. He'll glance over when you enter, but he'll allow you to come to him; as he'd said to a few people, these discussions are going to be one-on-one, there's no one else with him at the moment, and he isn't going to force the matter if anyone decides to simply not show or backs out of the discussion at any point.
After all, they're just there to talk, at least for the time being. Let's see where this goes.]
[II. UNPLANNED.]
[Of course, he's still around even when he's not meeting with people; Christmas shopping is...a thing, given that he still has no idea what he's supposed to get people given that he hasn't celebrated this holiday with anyone in a very long time, but even when he's not busy with that, he can be found in one of the squares throughout town, and he's got a...box with him? For some reason.
...It seems to be a somewhat noisy box that kind of makes little thudding noises like something is bumping against the interior once in a while. Once in a while, there is mild distressed screeching. ...Very melodic mild distressed screeching.
Dear god.
Either way, if the bats are giving you problems, he's going to notice; he'll watch for a while before speaking up, because that's just sort of his way, but eventually he will say something.]
If they're troubling you, I can take them off your hands.
[You know. As one does.]
[III. OTHERWISE.]
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WHERE: A coffee shop in Tisse; one of the squares in town
WHEN: 12/11 – 12/15
WHAT: Meetings with people, both planned and not. One open prompt, one semi-open.
WARNINGS: Discussion of various things that may not be ethical? Nothing graphic, it's just talk.
[I. PLANNED.]
[Those who were in contact with Wesker on the network post that he put out a while back and expressed actual interest in what he's doing will find that he's contacted you at some point during the week; the texts are all requesting a time at some point during the evening, after normal work hours, and they specify a location that's perhaps surprisingly public, given how cagey he tended to be on the post itself. But the coffee shop he's specified is quiet and low-traffic, the sort of place that lends itself well to privacy, and that's where he'll be waiting.
He's well-dressed, as he always is, the black suit is impeccable – though he's still wearing those dark glasses indoors, because apparently he's just like that; he's recognizable from his profile on Retrospec, at the very least. He'll glance over when you enter, but he'll allow you to come to him; as he'd said to a few people, these discussions are going to be one-on-one, there's no one else with him at the moment, and he isn't going to force the matter if anyone decides to simply not show or backs out of the discussion at any point.
After all, they're just there to talk, at least for the time being. Let's see where this goes.]
[II. UNPLANNED.]
[Of course, he's still around even when he's not meeting with people; Christmas shopping is...a thing, given that he still has no idea what he's supposed to get people given that he hasn't celebrated this holiday with anyone in a very long time, but even when he's not busy with that, he can be found in one of the squares throughout town, and he's got a...box with him? For some reason.
...It seems to be a somewhat noisy box that kind of makes little thudding noises like something is bumping against the interior once in a while. Once in a while, there is mild distressed screeching. ...Very melodic mild distressed screeching.
Dear god.
Either way, if the bats are giving you problems, he's going to notice; he'll watch for a while before speaking up, because that's just sort of his way, but eventually he will say something.]
If they're troubling you, I can take them off your hands.
[You know. As one does.]
[III. OTHERWISE.]
[Have something else you want to do? Feel free to PM me or grab me on plurk at
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Good to know, I suppose.
[...He's got to ask, honestly.]
Dare I ask how?
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He has a much more composed and straightforward answer to that question.]
By opening it. Because the real me was a monster that was the size of a truck.
[He turns his head away from Wesker.]
I can't go back like this...
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I've dealt with my fair share of monsters in my memories. That...person you saw a while back being the most obvious case, to my knowledge.
You're better off than he was, given that you at least seem concerned about it.
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Peter sighs at Wesker, who seems to be extending some honest helpfulness to him. It's not a great comfort, but he shouldn't be ungrateful.]
Well, there's no leeches.
I don't feel any different, but I'm so much stronger. I can't imagine what it'll be like when the rest of it comes in.
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But that's neither here nor there; he knows it's not really terribly comforting, any of that - he imagines it's about as comforting as Elda or Jaeger trying to tell him that it's all right that he did everything he did in his past life as long as he's properly horrified by it now, which...no? no - but at the same time, it's worth making an attempt, he supposes.]
"The rest of it"...?
At least he'll keep his handsome face
[He looks sadly at his hands.]
I can't control my own body, even now. It's good if you keep your current distance.
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...If you would prefer it that way. Though I can't say that I'm afraid, either.
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What are you, anyway? Some kind of action movie hero something...
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[...Don't worry, he's not going to leave it there, though the temptation is to do exactly that. He shrugs, really.]
I'm someone who doesn't know how long I'll be human myself, for one thing. Someone whose fear response doesn't like to work properly, for another.
I also imagine that, again, given your concern over both my proximity and that - [and he tips his head a bit in the direction of that door] - you're rather unlikely to do anything that might run the risk of maiming me in any way. Though I suppose I could be wrong about that; there is the matter I just mentioned about fear not existing for me, after all. I'm told I'm a bit reckless.
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Officer Peter Hoboken, Recolle Police Department.
[On impulse he brings up the door, with its helpful POLICE lettering on the side. Afterwards he wonders why exactly he did that.]
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Albert Wesker. Pharmaceutical research and development.
The pleasure is mine, Officer.
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[A pause. Eventually Peter awkwardly shifts his shoulders and feet out of an uncertainty of what to do.]
So...I guess your office is more uptown than here.
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[...]
Is...there anything you need assistance with, or...?
[...This is so awkward.]
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[Peter's voice is firm, even though it's a crazy leap to ask this from the guy he just exchanged introductions with. It's chance that this meeting happened, and Peter is going to seize it.]
If you really are fine with getting closer, my keys are in my right pocket. Could you park my car anywhere less obstructive?
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...God, that night was a thing; Wesker would apologize if he were legitimately sorry, but as it stands, Sergei is Sergei and he's responsible for his own bullshit.]
...Certainly. Where is it?
[He'll wait for the answer before he approaches, just so there's no way anyone can claim distraction before he goes about trying to obtain keys from the guy entirely capable of smashing him into a wall accidentally.]
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[Truthfully he just left to take a piss. Even if this was a more normal situation Peter would be too honest to save face, and now he's too tired to care.
Peter keeps still, trying to be as helpful as he can be toward his odd request.]
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...He was a supervillain, not a pickpocket, give him a break.
But as odd as the request is he will manage with...minimal problems, because he has no shame and it's just keys and he really does have no real issue or trepidation getting closer to someone who could probably very easily snap him in half.]
Anywhere less obstructive will work...?
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Anywhere that's left undisturbed, it just needs a break for a few weeks.
[There is no reason for Peter to have a real estimate for how long it's going to take to get this situation to something resembling control, and there's an equal chance it could take even longer, but. He'll deal with it when he gets there.]