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[unknownmutation]

His arrival had been nothing more than a disappointment. While he had been fed some information by Mr. Headroom, he knew it in his bones that behind all the jests, the electronic life-form was hiding something from him - something important. And that would just not do. So, Albert decided to take things into his own hands; if no one was going to

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[hermeshaight]

Hermes was miming leaning against the window with his back to the glass. He watched the man walk along for a few moments, wondering if he was being ignored or if he was just that hard to see. He knew it could be difficult sometimes, if he blended in just right. Either way, it gave him a little time to study the new arrival.

"...The only people who wear sunglasses indoors," he began, "are government idiots and criminals..." He paused, narrowed his eyes. "And I would almost be willing to guess the former if not for Headroom's broadcast. So...what're you in for?"

It was how inmates greeted the fresh meat back at Abbott, and it had become a private joke since his arrival. After all, they were all prisoners here.

[unknownmutation]

Smoke filtered out between the space of Wesker's lips as he turned a shaded glance towards the spirit. So now this place had ghosts - how absolutely wonderful.

"I am neither. I was born with an eye condition; I am sensitive to even the faintest slivers of light, so your methods of deduction are far off." Albert plucked the cigar into his fingers and twirled it as he began closing the gap between himself and Hermes.

"I am in for nothing - I am merely passing through. I do not plan to be locked in this hell for long. Though-" He paused as he halted a few feet from the ghost. "-from how you speak, you seem to be a regular. Care to inform me as to what, exactly, this complex is?"

[hermeshaight]

"...It's an airport," he monotoned, mind drifting back toward his meeting with Croaker. "We're all stuck here...Including me, and that's saying quite a bit."

He smirked then, making no effort to move, though his eyes locked on the cigar. "...Yes, keep walking forward with that thing. I've been...dying to incinerate somebody..."

[unknownmutation]

Albert flicked a piece of ash to the floor before returning the cigar to his lips. Oh, this fellow was really starting to grind on his patience. But he had to keep calm - all he needed was for his Tyrant instincts to kick it. That would cause more problems than anything else.

"So ready to burn me, are you? And here I thought we could have a conversation." He lifted his shoe and carefully extinguished the cigar on the bottom of his heel, preserving the rest for later. "I have done nothing to intrude on your territory - quite the contrary; you were the one to strike a conversation first. Now, do you not find it a bit rude that you plan to incinerate me? You could have left me to my own devices."

Something flashed behind those sunglasses, but it quickly faded.

"A lesson for you dear spirit, do not be quick to threaten something you have no comprehension of."

[callmewednesday]

Wednesday sat at a coffee table in the lobby, shuffling a deck of cards, seemingly idle, seemingly content to be idle. In fact he was watching for inhabitants known and unknown. In the room the women come and go / Talking of Michelangelo ... Oh, Tom Eliot, a good St. Louis boy however much he tried to make himself a Brit. The efforts of humans to reinvent themselves amused Wednesday.

Take this new fellow, now. A velvet jacket. That bespoke a certain type of man. Not batting an eyelash, Mister Wednesday -- himself comfortable in Armani, a plain business suit, no frills, thank you kindly -- nodded to the new arrival. "Hail, stranger."

He should be able to pull the man's name out of his head. He should be able ...

He told himself it's no fun that way, and didn't try.

[unknownmutation]

The meeting with the ghost had left a bad taste in Wesker's mouth. He never liked being threatened; no sir.. Was this place just waiting for him to lose it? He hadn't lost in years - perhaps this was a test of how much humanity was left after the virus had taken hold of his system. He was an animal now, after all. At least, that was what the reports said.

His teeth set into each other as he continued on his stroll. Unfortunately, it was not long before he was, yet again, called upon by one of the residents.

This place was obviously out to get him. It was official now.

"Hail?" A brow arched, Wesker scoffed at the notion. This place just bustling with the extremely bazaar. First a ghost with a horrible pyro-complex and now some man spouting phrases that belonged in the Medieval era. What next?

[callmewednesday]

"Howdy," Wednesday returned easily. "Hello. Fucking willkommen and bienvenue if it please you. You get the general idea."

The cards whispered and clicked against one another in his hands.

[unknownmutation]

"Willkommen settles fine with me." Albert settled his hands into his pockets. "You seem to be a much more classy fellow than the phantom I happened to come across."

Wesker turned his heel on the floor slightly; he legs were starting to get a bit stiff.