Science is the great antidote [open]
Who: Wesker and whoever wanders by!
What: Wesker is just leaving his job at the dinner theatre. Random CR with your character! Gimme gimme.
When: Sometime late at night
Where: On the Thor, just outside the theatre.
Warnings: None to start out with. It's Wesker, though, so this might change? Also, prose or brackets, it's your call on that!
It was late at night, but the scientist was hardly what you might call tired.
His job as an announcer at the local dinner theatre wasn't exactly the most strenuous of jobs, though it was tedious and a relative waste of time. Time moved dreadfully slow there, and he was glad to have left it tonight, as he was every other night he was obligated to show.
For now, though, his mind was focused on more important matters; namely, that his body was not vying for rest (although in comparison to most, it rarely did) and that left him with a welcome opportunity to continue his research at the laboratories. It was his usual haunting ground, and it was where he would head again, tonight.
Though there were still individuals milling about, the late hour meant the streets were not as lively as during the day. Wesker's footfalls were noticeably louder than usual as he made his way to his destination, seeming to accentuate this detail.
What: Wesker is just leaving his job at the dinner theatre. Random CR with your character! Gimme gimme.
When: Sometime late at night
Where: On the Thor, just outside the theatre.
Warnings: None to start out with. It's Wesker, though, so this might change? Also, prose or brackets, it's your call on that!
It was late at night, but the scientist was hardly what you might call tired.
His job as an announcer at the local dinner theatre wasn't exactly the most strenuous of jobs, though it was tedious and a relative waste of time. Time moved dreadfully slow there, and he was glad to have left it tonight, as he was every other night he was obligated to show.
For now, though, his mind was focused on more important matters; namely, that his body was not vying for rest (although in comparison to most, it rarely did) and that left him with a welcome opportunity to continue his research at the laboratories. It was his usual haunting ground, and it was where he would head again, tonight.
Though there were still individuals milling about, the late hour meant the streets were not as lively as during the day. Wesker's footfalls were noticeably louder than usual as he made his way to his destination, seeming to accentuate this detail.