[open dreamdive] no longer human

[thesettingsun]

WHO: You!
WHERE: Shuji's subconscious.
WHEN: August 18.
WHAT: Dreamdiving!
WARNINGS: Depends on how the dive goes, but a likely one is suicide.

[Maybe you weren't even in line of sight of Shuji. Just about everyone has a reason to be out and about on a Saruday afternoon, and nobody wants their day interrupted by the ground falling out from under them. Maybe you don't even instantly recognize that the library entrance you fall into would be part of Shuji's subconscious and not anybody else's.

This is how things ended up for you today, unfortunately. Might as well take a look around and see if you can't spot the man himself.

Locations are in top-levels added as divers enter them.]

Comments

[manufactured]

[This place is...uncomfortable, it reminds him a bit too much of Spencer's estates and the training facility, the same sort of large, grand setup that Wesker is entirely too familiar with. He finds himself wishing, briefly, that he had his guns; he tries to shake it off as best he can, however. Hopefully there's nothing that will require shooting anything in here; because Resident Evil memories have trained him very well into looking up, he's going to do that as he makes his way toward the center of the room, checking the light fixtures and verifying that they at least look stable on a spot check as he makes his way toward the stairs.]

[thesettingsun]

[The lighting on top is pretty standard panel lighting - no chandelier about to fall on you here, Wesker. They aren't even damaged. Likewise the smaller lamps attached to the walls are fine, although if those hit you you probably wouldn't be much more than bruised.]

[manufactured]

[Good to know. At least the chandeliers back in Spencer's estate never hit him, he usually just dropped them on other...people. Things that were arguably people? ...He's pretty sure Lisa Trevor used to be a person once-

Anyway.

Up the stairs we go, then; let's look at the paintings, he supposes, while we're here. Both to see how well-done they are as well as what they're depicting.]

[thesettingsun]

[Lisa Trevor probably did not deserve a lot of what happened.

The paintings depict milestones in Shuji's life! Graduating from college, signing his first published book, events like that. They're well-done, although the longer ago the event was the more faded the painting is - so the stuff with cute kid Shuji is pretty faded by now.]

[manufactured]

[...How cute a kid are we talking. What is the cute child doing. If there's somebody's life on display he's certainly gonna look.]

[thesettingsun]

[Fucking adorable.

Cute child is on his first vacation with his family and is playing at the beach! He's building a sand castle that's half as tall as he is.]

[manufactured]

[Oh no, that's fucking precious.

Are these all generally positive milestones, then? It seems it from looking around, nothing particularly turbulent is depicted out here?]

[thesettingsun]

[Nothing upsetting out here.

If Wesker touches any of the pieces, he'll feel a sense of accomplishment.]

[manufactured]

[Good. At the very least there's nothing outright disturbing out here, and he'll likely reach out to touch some of the later ones, the ones that are less faded; damaging those seems less likely.

The sense of accomplishment is sudden, striking him a bit hard - emotions that aren't his in origin tend to do that nowadays, he hasn't been doing well in the feelings department lately - but he can't say it isn't welcome; the association of that feeling with what's being depicted follows logically, even if it's a bit surreal. Good on you, Shuji, you did good.

How are the doors looking? Do they open easily, do they stick, are they openable at all? He assumes they are, because there doesn't seem to be too many other places to go.]

[thesettingsun]

[The doors are unlocked and open without trouble, leading into the main hall.]