[OPEN] There is an exit here

[manufactured]

WHO: Albert Wesker, whomever else decides to join him (presumably you!)
WHERE: Subway tunnels
WHEN: Sometime in January
WHAT: January event catch-all! Featuring going through luggage from the 1950s, playing piano kind of badly, memory-sharing, fighting a train, having a mild existential crisis, and otherwise exploring the subway tunnels with a bunch of guns. If there is something you want to do in these tunnels, we can come do it in these tunnels.
WARNINGS: None for the log itself? If things come up in the entertainment car, memory-wise, I'll put warnings on the individual threads, though.


[A. ENTRANCE]

[You know, there are a lot of things that can be done with the sudden appearance of tunnels like this; it seems like the one option that's not on the table is avoiding them entirely. Following that light down here today will lead you to find someone sitting on the edge of the commuter platform, above the tracks; he's dressed in what looks like black leather and from the look of it, you've come across him while he's checking his guns.

...His several guns. He's verifying that his handgun is loaded to his liking whenever you approach, but he's also got a large shotgun strapped to his back and what looks like an automatic pistol lying just to his side, well within his reach. And in case projectile weapons aren't going to get the job done today, he's got a good-sized combat knife sheathed on him as well, because why the fuck wouldn't he.

Whatever's going on with him, Wesker appears to be preparing for war, or at least some kind of battle in those tunnels; whether you're meeting up with him for pre-arranged exploration or you're just stumbling down here today and deciding that the guy who's armed to the teeth might be a good idea to take along (hey, maybe he knows what he's doing, maybe he's been down here before), feel free to approach him and figure out a game plan. After all, he's not opposed to moving in numbers, and maybe you'll get an adventure out of it.]


[B. TRAIN CARS - PART I]

[Granted, if you find him later, he's going to be taking his sweet time looking through those train cars; Wesker has always been odd about what's socially acceptable and what isn't, but it seems he's having literally no qualms whatsoever about simply raiding a bunch of currently-nonexistent people's stuff. In the passenger car and sleeper cars both, he'll be going through personal items – small journals that either have nothing in them or don't seem to be important and are quickly discarded, newspapers being checked for dates and events, clothing being laid out so he can get a better look at all of it...

...He seems to be looking for something in particular, though it's difficult to say what, exactly; either way, he's a weirdo on a mission going through a bunch of stuff that isn't his, just in front of God and everyone, and he's having...well, saying he's having a great time is an overstatement, but he's at least having an acceptable time. Sure.]


[C. TRAIN CARS – PART II]

[The fourth car will catch his attention eventually, once he's done invading the previous passengers' privacy; his handgun is drawn when he enters, though he'll put it up once it seems evident that there isn't a threat in here. The instruments hold his interest for a short while; there's an upright piano in here, and he can be found standing at it just kind of idly plinking the keys for a while. The sort of thing that indicates that maybe he knew how to play at one point, but hell if he really does anymore.

...He'll likely be in here until those doors slam closed behind him and anyone else who happens to be here with him; basically, let's see where things go in here and then you can get one of his memories on that screen – or one of your character's, if you'd prefer! I'm easy, come hit me with whatever. Or just deal with his shit piano-playing, that's also cool.]


[D. TRAIN CARS – PART "THIS IS STILL BETTER THAN THE ECLIPTIC EXPRESS"]

[...Okay, you know what, he's willing to deal with things like rats and vines and disembodied eyes and train cars with minds of their own, but he is not particularly here for the train car with a mind of its own. He'd been going to see what's inside it like your average Resident Evil person with absolutely no sense of boundaries when the thing had decided that it was a great time to be alive, and likewise a great time to, you know, develop approximations of eyes and limbs and shit.

Wonderful.

So today we have a man with an assault shotgun, absolutely no sense of self-preservation and not a single fuck to give, standing his ground and facing down a train like he's daring it to come at him. After a moment he unloads a well-placed shot into whatever the hell this thing has passing for a face; the gun has an alarming amount of stopping power on it but seeing as this thing is, in fact, a train, he's probably just pissing it off.

You might want to. Assist? Make him move? Tell him to something that isn't shoot a train. Um.]


[E. CENTRAL STATION]

[A literal light at the end of the tunnel, how...tacky? It seems kind of tacky. But you know what, it actually gets Wesker to lower his weaponry a bit, and after a while he's more than content to start looking around; the travel guides will get his attention before too long, and some of them seem more relevant than the others.

Welcome to Africa. Welcome to Brazil.

Welcome to the Arklay Mountains.

It's that last one that catches his attention fully; he picks it up immediately, paging through it for a moment before the whole thing begins to seem too surreal for his liking. He...knows this place, despite having never seen it in person – the dense forests, the estate that houses the large research compound and executive training facility (it even states that it was once run by A. Wesker and W. Birkin), the grand mansion nearby that's buried among the trees...

He's gone strange and very still; it's obvious that he doesn't know how to react and as such he quite simply isn't. He'd never had an attachment to these places in his memories; they were just a means to an end to him, then. But now...

He'll be here for a while.]


[F. WILDCARD]

[Have something else you want to do? Feel free to PM me or grab me on plurk at InstantEternity, and I'll see what we can do! Either that or just sling a prompt at me and I'll roll with it, I'm flexible. o/ ]

Comments

[scythegun]

Back the way we came, obviously! It can't chase us forever!

[Jaeger transforms his weapon anyway though, because he's pretty sure that there's no way Wesker is going to run.]

[manufactured]

[...That just gets the most pointed look back at the way they came. The most pointed look at the walls. The most pointed look at the goddamn tracks on the floor.

And the most exasperated look at you.]

Tunnels are enclosed, there's nowhere to- ...are you hoping it will simply get bored?

[You know, it's probably impressive that he's managing to get this across even with his sunglasses on? ...Why the fuck does he have his sunglasses on, it's dark down here.]

[scythegun]

[Why are you like this. Why would you wear your sunglasses down here.]

Maybe it will! There's only one way to find out, ja?

[manufactured]

[When he sighs at that there's some force behind it, more of an agitated huff than anything; he fires again, just to deter the thing from coming any closer.]

You think you can outrun a train.

[It's half-question, half-strongly doubting, but it's out there.]

[scythegun]

...Is that better or worse than thinking you can kill a train?

[He sighs as well and switches from scythe to rifle.]

I'll do what I can to help, but I can't guarantee I'll be able to do much against something like this.

[He's never used the rifle before, but it should have some stopping power against something like this, unlike the crossbow.]

[manufactured]

It's a machine - damage it enough and it should at least stop moving...

[Fuck yeah, Jaeger, let's - ...try not to dislocate your shoulder, jesus.]

If it proves to be completely futile, we can do it your way. Fair?

[scythegun]

[He'll do his best....]

Ja, that's fair. Let's see if we can take this thing down, then!

[manufactured]

[...You are so hot right now. That said, seriously, try not to dislocate your shoulder, the actual fuck is that gun -

He considers shifting to the automatic pistol for a moment, for the sake of providing a larger spread of cover fire, but the TMP doesn't have nearly as much stopping power and the last thing he needs to do right now is just kind of ineffectually annoy the train. So the assault rifle it is, even if the reloading time is slow as balls he should still have six or so shots left.

And it's probably worth noting that his skill with guns has gotten exponentially better since August, good lord.]

[scythegun]

[It's definitely good to see that Wesker's gotten better with guns, and he'd absolutely appreciate that more if our lives weren't in danger right now. As it is, Jaeger readies the rifle and fires. His aim is good enough and the train's a large enough target for this to actually work, but he's not going to deny that the recoil really fucking hurts. How the hell did he use this thing and make it look so easy in his memories?

Anyway, he reloads and readies another shot; does it look like we're actually doing anything or is this a totally hopeless battle? He's still betting on the latter, but...]

[manufactured]

[...

i mean

we're making this thing really mad

like kinda limb-flailingly mad?

we've made a train throw a tantrum does that count as "actually doing something"]

[scythegun]

[...it's hilarious, so clearly that counts??]

Still think this is a good idea?

[manufactured]

You're telling me you still want to run?

[...For what it's worth, he's having a wonderful time, but he did say he'd leave if it came to that.]

[scythegun]

I don't really like fighting battles I can't win, you know!

[But he lines up another shot with a grin anyway, because he's having fun too.]

[manufactured]

[Hm...]

Well, I can probably buy some time so we're not just trying to outrun an irate train car, if you'd like. At no real cost to me, even.

[scythegun]

What do you have in mind?

[manufactured]

Something that's either going to do exactly what I think it will, or it's going to be rather anticlimactic.

[He fires one last shot off before just. Restrapping that shotgun to his back.

...He'll actually take those sunglasses off, as well, toying with them a bit between his fingers.]

Put your gun up and go. I'll be right behind you.

[scythegun]

[That's... interesting. Jaeger's not sure what to make of that.]

You know I can't leave you behind.

[He will transform his weapon back into briefcase form, though.]

[manufactured]

You're not.

[It takes him a second to find what he's looking for, but once he has he'll...be throwing those sunglasses down a short distance away, directly into the path of that train car before he turns back to Jaeger.]

Quickly, now, don't just stand there -

[Come on, Jaeger, we're leaving, he knows this looks stupid but just trust him okay -

...Because yeah we've got like 10 seconds or so before those stupid things blow up, directly beneath the undercarriage of that fucking train if he's timed it right, so just move.]

[scythegun]

[Well that's... interesting. Jaeger doesn't waste any time though, he'll turn to run once Wesker urges him to. The explosion nearly gets him to look back, but he's not exactly surprised that Wesker's sunglasses explode. Of course they do.]

My, that really is convenient! No wonder you insisted on wearing them!

[manufactured]

[It's not a terribly large explosion - he didn't exactly expect it to be, they're fucking sunglasses - but it's enough to get the train car to stall, at the very least, he can hear it. Good.]

...I've got the others with me somewhere, I can find them later.

[of course he does.]

[scythegun]

[Well, hopefully that'll buy us enough time to escape!]

...How many of those do you have?

[Does... does he want to know...]

[manufactured]

Only the one set that do that. Retrospec sent them to me earlier this month.

[...yeah.]

[scythegun]

...And you just brought extra sunglasses that don't explode?

[but. but why.]

[manufactured]

In the event that I had to use the explosive ones, yes.

[scythegun]

You're very fond of your sunglasses, aren't you...

[They look nice, so it's not like he's complaining, but...]

But how do you see anything in the dark like this?