[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, that's... really distracting, but he'll do his best not to just openly stare because what the hell. Who does that. Why.]

You've seen... Wesker, ja? I've been wondering where he went.

[It's so weird to call his boyfriend by last name?? So weird.]

[manufactured]

So you're looking for him too.

[That gets a light scoff out of him.]

He's an annoying little thing. But not too bad, if you can get him to stay still.

[scythegun]

He's certainly interesting! I'm rather fond of him.

You don't happen to have any idea where he might be, do you?

[Probably not, if Sergei's looking for him, but it doesn't hurt to ask.]

[manufactured]

Depends on what you want him for.

[So he might, he might not.]

[scythegun]

I have some questions for him - things only he can answer, I'm afraid.

[It's probably not a good idea to mention what he saw in the other room, so he'll just keep quiet about wanting to make sure Wesker's safe.]

cw: self-harm, sergei vladimir being himself

[manufactured]

And you think he'll be honest...?

[He'll finally unwrap his hand from where he's been holding tightly to that blade; there's blood dripping down his fingers, emanating from tight cuts on his palm and his joints, but it doesn't seem to bother him. When he shifts the knife upward it looks almost like he's licking the blood off, though it's evident that that's not...quite the case; he ghosts the blade across the edge of his mouth, drawing a thin trickle of blood there as well from the right side.]

I'll tell you now, comrade, there's no one in this world that man is honest with.

[scythegun]

[Ohhhhh my god why are you like this. He's doing his best not to just. stare. but it is very difficult.]

I believe he'll tell me what I need to know.

[Sometimes Wesker doesn't tell him everything, and he knows it, but the words are confident.]

I trust him. Maybe you don't think that's wise, but I'm certainly not changing my mind about that.

[manufactured]

I think you'll do like he does - whatever you want to do. Whether you should or not.

[He still doesn't seem agitated, however. Weirdly enough.]

Maybe when it's his knife in your back, you'll learn. Maybe not.

[scythegun]

[Something about that doesn't sit right with him, but he's not going to dwell on it right now.]

I'm confident he won't stab me in the back.

[...]

So I take it you haven't seen him...?

[Or perhaps he has and he's just not going to be helpful, that's a very real possibility here.]

[manufactured]

He didn't like it much, the last time we met here. He had to be...disciplined. He didn't care for the lesson.

[scythegun]

[Right, that time you nearly killed him.

He doesn't say it though, instead nodding.]

I'll be sure to find him.

[...And then, as an afterthought:]

Is there anything you'd like me to tell him for you?

[manufactured]

[The most dismissive gesture.]

If I have something to say to him, I can say it myself.

[scythegun]

[...That's probably what he should've expected, honestly...]

Ja, of course.

...Do you know what's beyond that door?

[manufactured]

[That gets a light laugh out of him; he twirls that knife around its axis again.]

You're so trusting, comrade. Almost precious.

[scythegun]

[YOU'RE ALL THE LEAST HELPFUL PEOPLE HE'S EVER MET]

Well, it was worth a shot!

[Shrug!! Fine, he'll just... deal with whatever's over there. Assuming Sergei will let him go...? He'll start heading around the train wreckage with the intent of getting over to that door, though he's keeping a close eye on Sergei.]

[manufactured]

[Sergei won't remain in your line of sight for very long; he'll move back, and it isn't long before he seems to disappear back entirely into the smoke from the downed train car.

...Which is probably unsettling, because god only knows where he's going, but it seems he'll let you leave. For now.]

[scythegun]

[HE DOESN'T LIKE IT but that's better than having to fight him, so...

Okay. Time to get around the train wreckage and head to that door on the other side. First things first, can he hear anything? Oh, and can he even get that door open, that's probably important too.]

[manufactured]

[There's some sort of noise audible through the door - some sort of odd dragging noises, perhaps, some disembodied noises that definitely indicate that there are people of some sort there, and inexplicably there's something that sounds distinctly like water; the door will open, but it's rather dark beyond it.]

[scythegun]

[Oh boy, he doesn't like the sound of that. He doesn't like the darkness either! Shame he doesn't carry a flashlight on him, he's just not cut out to be a Resident Evil character.

He'll wait for a moment to see if his eyes adjust to the darkness. Are there any changes in the sounds once the door's open and while he's waiting?]

[manufactured]

[They seem to stop. Which is probably not ominous at all.

However, there's a lightswitch on the wall nearby, if you want to try that.]

[scythegun]

[...He's really not going to like turning on the light, is he.

Well, might as well get this over with! Let's flip the switch!]

[manufactured]

[Don't worry, unless you're afraid of stairs, the lightswitch should be safe to turn on.

There's more dead silence from below you, but it seems that whatever you were hearing was echoing up a stone stairwell, leading several steps down and stopping at a landing about partway through, leading you into another blind turn to your left and down more stairs. The stairs look cracked, and some of them seem to have stains that were probably blood once on them, though those are long dried and nowhere near fresh and the stairs don't look like they're going to crumble. Just like the whole setup has seen better days.]

[scythegun]

[Well, this isn't terrible, but it's still putting him on edge. It doesn't look like there's much of a choice, so he'll descend to the landing before pausing. His steps have probably echoed down there, so if he pauses, will he hear anything?]

[manufactured]

[All quiet on the downstairs front, captain.]

[scythegun]

[Great, time to head blindly downstairs and hope he doesn't die, then!! He'll stop if he hears anything abnormal, but otherwise what's going on down here?]