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recolle2018-08-26 05:17 pm
manufactured) wrote in recolle2018-08-26 05:17 pm
[OPEN] Prick your fingers, it is done, the moon has now eclipsed the sun
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.]
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.]
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You'll know once it takes effect. It shouldn't take too long to kick in, not with what we've been doing with it.
[The injection he's preparing is large-bore, as far as the needle goes; this is probably not going to be terribly pleasant.]
It might be a little jarring. But it's the sort of thing that you should just let happen; it'll be easier on everybody that way.
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...Alright.
Do you need me to tell you anything about how it feels?
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[Damn, you're considerate. Why couldn't Lisa Trevor have been this considerate, it would have saved everyone a whole flying fucklot of trouble.
That said, the injection site is apparently going to be in the neck, because that's fun and not potentially damaging at all; he's pretty practiced about it at least, it's not like he's just going to stab you in the throat, it's about as easy as it can be given the...everything.
That said, it likely burns. A lot. And it'll bring with it a rush of...something. Adrenaline's probably the closest to it, but it's more controlled than that. Not mania-inspiring, not making you want to punch a tiger, but giving you the notion that you probably could if you wanted to. Feels pretty good, all things considered. Outside of the burning.
And whatever that weird sensation moving toward the base of your skull is. That's probably not too normal.]
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It's a strange feeling, the pain mixed with the surge of energy. ]
It--stings! [ He exhales through his teeth. ] And it's--it's like I could punch a hole through the wall right now if I wanted to!
[ He flexes his fists, even though it doesn't really help. Now that he's getting used to this, though, he starts noticing another sensation. ]
My head--at the back of my head--it feels like something's moving. What is that?
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[And eventually, you'll likely find that it doesn't.
It isn't an unpleasant sensation for long; it feels wrong, surely, but there's an odd difference between unpleasant and wrong that'll spread through your system before too long. What it is is a little on the repulsive side, to be honest, and it's probably for the best that this guy isn't being a dick and elaborating for once in his miserable life; what it does is provide the sense that somehow, someone's totally got this. The sort of feeling that comes with realizing you don't have to deal with the cobra in the corner because animal control has shown up; Keanu Reeves totally has control of the bus. It's going to be okay, because someone that isn't you can take care of anything stressful that's about to happen, as long as you'll let them.
It isn't perfect mind control. Your actions are still ultimately your own, you can answer and speak for yourself. But there's a definite sense that someone knows better than you, and listening to others is probably for the best, at least for now, and maybe this guy seems like an acceptable place to start.]
I'm sure you'll enjoy the power it gives you; as it stands, there's someone waiting for you, and it's probably for the best to not inconvenience him for too long. I can let you go to him as soon as you're ready to.
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He exhales, finally still and calm and completely at ease. ]
Okay, sure. I can go right now, if you want. I feel fine. Great, actually.
[ Y'know, aside from that head pain. But it's okay. If the doctor's not worried about it, he doesn't see why he should be. ]
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Those restraints will fall open easily at that - it's difficult to say what he's done to them from his position over there, but the point is that they're off - and he'll tip his head a little, watching.]
Take it easy getting up, and then you can take that door back there. It'll lead you where you need to go.
Good luck, by the way.
[The door he's indicating is the metal one, the one he entered through himself; take your time, man, see how you feel.]
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Right. Thanks.
[ He could always use some luck, after all. (He does not question why he would need it here.) He opens the metal door and steps on through. ]
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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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He turns to the woman as she speaks. ]
...Of course I'm here. I'm always ready to help out.
What's in the case?
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[She's got that dismissive sort of voice that implies she'd rather be talking to anyone but you; granted, it also implies that she talks like this to everybody, so that sort of begs the question of exactly whose company she'd actually like, here.
That said, she shrugs and starts off down the nearest walkway overlooking the deck, her heels clacking sharply against the tempered steel.]
We're preparing for deployment shortly; we're getting things in order so we can leave. After that, we'll be well underway for what we're going to do. Come on.
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And...what are we doing? Where are we going?
[ He feels like he's asking a lot of questions, but at the same time, shouldn't he be informed of what he's doing, so he can get it done as best he can? ]
apologies for delays, this past week has been a travesty
We're preparing to release our little project, the thing we've been working toward for so long... And then we'll have our new world to claim as our own. It's something we're not going to tolerate any delays on, you understand...?
np!
[ But he still wants to know more. ]
And...what exactly is our project going to do? What do I need to do to help out with it?