[OPEN] Prick your fingers, it is done, the moon has now eclipsed the sun

[manufactured]

WHO: Albert Wesker (eventually) and whomever decides to join him (presumably you!)
WHERE: Dreamscapes.
WHEN: Slightly backdated to 8/24.
WHAT: Dreamdiving.
WARNINGS: Medical experimentation, brainwashing, child abuse, violence, body horror, depictions of self-harm, a general blanket warning that Wesker has been through Some Shit and as such this is probably going to suck on several levels.

[It's cold.

It isn't the familiar drop in temperature that might come from the weather, but a sterile, artificial chill, the sort associated with medical work - hospitals and laboratories and other places that bring with them a sharp, chemical smell and an unpleasant sense that you don't really want to be there.

Of course, the metal table against your back probably isn't doing much to keep you warm, either.

Trying to sit up will be a bit of a problem, given the heavy restraints locked around your wrists and ankles, your hips and your upper body; they're a combination of metal and leather, old-fashioned and imposing, clearly designed to restrain something very, very powerful, and they're keeping you from going very far. You can look around enough to tell that where you are is...probably not somewhere you want to stay for long - it is, in fact, a laboratory of some sort, full of instruments and vials and jars of things that don't look very nice, the metal walls giving way somewhere just on the edges of your line of sight, turning into something else - a sort of open entrance to what looks like a cave of some sort. Either way, it'll probably take you somewhere that isn't here if you follow it. Tipping your head back will show another potential exit to the area - a metal door in the wall near all the instruments and materials.

Of course, you can't really utilize either route if you're bound down, now, can you? You should probably work on figuring out what you're going to do about that, first.]

Comments

[scythegun]

[...Well, fair, but also do you really want a blastia-powered zombie?? ...More of a zombie than he already is??? This just sounds like a bad idea.]

Well, I can certainly see why! This isn't exactly comfortable, though...

[Okay, there has to be some way out of this. There's nothing nearby he can use and he can't free his hands... The give in the binding around his chest is really the only thing he's got, and that's not going to be particularly useful. Birkin probably won't be convinced to let him go - everything Wesker's told him about Birkin makes him think that Birkin is way more interested in research than anything else - so what does that leave...?

...Nothing, honestly. Dammit.]

Can you tell me a bit about what you're working on?

[manufactured]

[Hmm.]

Well... This place doesn't really like us handing out information to outsiders. But it's not like I've got much to do but kill time for now, so sure. Shoot.

What is it you want to know?

[scythegun]

[Good man. At least Birkin's talkative (and less likely to shoot him).]

Well, the most pressing thing is what this will do to me, assuming I survive and it actually does something, of course!

[manufactured]

[Oh, that's interesting.]

What do you think it will do? I'm curious about your answer.

[Still testing for any give on your wrists once in a while, buddy?]

[scythegun]

[Of course he is, whenever he thinks Birkin isn't paying too much attention to him.]

Hmm... Well, this sort of thing usually causes mutations, ja? I imagine it'd be something like that, though admittedly I have no idea what it would look like. Given the restraints here, I'd assume it'd be something very powerful.

[manufactured]

Oh, yes. Lisa breaks them on a regular basis.

[There's a bit of a pause.]

She's around here somewhere, I'm pretty sure. I lost track of her a while ago. Either way, you're probably safer in here with me than you are anywhere out there.

[One of those bindings on the right will start to have a bit more give, though, the longer this goes on.]

[scythegun]

...Well, I'm glad to hear that, but wouldn't it be a good idea to at least know where she is...?

[Why is Umbrella like this.

Anyway, that's great! He's going to be incredibly careful about this because the last thing he wants is for Birkin to notice and come over here to tighten the restraint. Is Birkin still pretty involved with his notes?]

[manufactured]

[A better question is whether Birkin is ever not involved with his notes.]

It's not my department. I'm sure Wesker would have handled her, if he were still around, but...

[scythegun]

[Oh good, he'll work on trying to free his hand while Birkin's occupied.

...Also do you guys always call each other by last name?? He kind of forgot that "Birkin" isn't your actual name, but this is also a little weird.]

Did something happen to him?

[He's succeeding in keeping his voice carefully neutral to avoid drawing too much attention to himself, but he does not like the sound of that.]

[manufactured]

[That gets a bit of a pause.]

He decided he's leaving. Not that I know why - they've always loved him around here.

[He doesn't sound bitter about it, though; a bit perplexed, maybe, but not angry.]

He can do whatever he wants; his life has been fine with us. So it's not like I know what he's so upset about.

[scythegun]

["Fine", huh...?]

That is strange... When was the last time you saw him?

[How much progress has he made on that binding around his wrist? Is there any give in the other one?]

[manufactured]

[You are making some acceptable progress! And you'll be experiencing some slight give in the other one as well, good job you.]

It's been a while.

[...]

Are you enjoying yourself over there?

[Whether he's seen you or he just sort of knows is up for debate.]

[scythegun]

[That's good! That's... oh goddammit, of course Birkin's aware of what he's up to.]

Well, talking to you is certainly more interesting than staring up at the ceiling!

[It kind of answers the question? Without actually answering the question at all, of course. There probably isn't enough give for him to just yank his hands free, but he's not going to stop and lie still either. If Birkin's going to come over here and try to keep him pinned down, maybe he can at least get his right hand free...? He might be able to punch Birkin and honestly, that would totally be worth it.

...Escaping is more important but listen, he kind of wants to punch Birkin.]

[manufactured]

[Don't worry, he knows better than to approach anyone on the table like this when he's pretty sure he knows what they're doing.

You can probably work out your right hand, though, yeah.]

...If you're going to try to get out of here, it's not like it's my neck on the line. But don't say I didn't warn you about being safer in here with me.

[scythegun]

[Oh, that's... not at all what he was expecting, honestly. Jaeger tips his head a bit at that.]

I'll be sure to keep that in mind. This would go much faster if you'd just let me go; I don't suppose you're feeling that generous...?

[manufactured]

[oh god he doesn't even look up from his notes at that one, he just offers a derisive little noise.]

That sounds like a great way to get attacked. You get it.

[scythegun]

Can't fault me for trying!

[Back to working on the restraints, then! If he can get his right hand free, he'll get to work on that chest restraint; it's not nearly as bad as it could be given that he can't feel it over the blastia and he's got some wiggle room there, but this is probably going to take awhile...]

[manufactured]

[Thankfully they're...kind of a mess to get open one-handed, but it's not like they're impossible, either. Just going to take a bit of work.

Though that won't stop the occasional comment from the peanut gallery over there.]

You're planning on going after him, aren't you.

[scythegun]

[Thanks, Birkin. What would he do without you.

...Though to be fair, it's probably better than being completely alone? Maybe.]

Ja, I am.

[He'll keep working as he talks, once he's gotten his other hand free this will go slightly faster, at least.]

He's someone I'm very fond of, so I want to make sure he's doing okay.

[manufactured]

He's not too crazy about being bothered when he's alone. I'm sure you've noticed that, if you're so fond of him.

[scythegun]

I think I'll be okay. I have a pretty good idea of how to handle him by now.

[There's still the risk that he'll be closer to his past life, but at least now Jaeger knows what to expect. It's not a guarantee that he won't get shot, but his chances are slightly better. Probably.]

[manufactured]

Do you really?

[Seems Birkin's on the same page, though he seems a bit more amused at the notion than he really should.]

[scythegun]

[Don't sound so amused by that...]

Ja, of course! We're quite close, I spend a good amount of time with him. I should be fine.

[At least he's slowly making progress on these... soon he'll be free.....]

[manufactured]

So do you have a plan, other than "leaving this room"? Which is totally fair, by the way, and it's not like I blame you for it.

[scythegun]

...Well, usually I make the plan up as I go, but if you have any advice I certainly wouldn't mind hearing it! I'm not familiar with this building, so I have no idea where I should be headed.

[Admittedly he's not sure he can trust anything Birkin says, but you know what, sure. Let's see if Birkin will be kind of useful.]