manufactured: (021. and the world gets smaller)
Albert Wesker ([personal profile] manufactured) wrote in [community profile] recolle 2018-08-31 05:38 am (UTC)

[And once you've stepped through that door, you'll find yourself outside.

The salt air is refreshing after the stifling sterility of the lab, and from where you're standing you can see the entire deck of the large cargo ship; it's a tanker, massive and imposing, and from the look of it you're several floors up off the main deck. People are there, on the lower levels, weaving in and out between the cargo crates as they go about their business; some of them have dogs with them (though the dogs look emaciated and sick despite the way they're lunging at anything that moves) but most of them are on their own, doing their jobs without really seeing each other, just the blank movements of the hyperfixated, unmistakable and cold.]


There you are.

[The voice comes from behind you (didn't you just walk through that door? there was a lab there, but now there's- ), heavily-accented and belonging to a woman in a white dress that leaves very little to the imagination; she sounds like she came from somewhere on the Mediterranean, probably, and she's carrying a silver attaché case with her as she steps out onto the deck next to you.]

We've been wondering when you were going to join us; it's good to see you're already here.

[She sounds a little skeptical about how exactly that came to pass, but she doesn't seem truly bothered; it's something she'll shrug off, something she'll forget about eventually.]

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