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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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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?