Science is the great antidote [open]

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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!

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[Totally random, as per request~]

[missthewoman]

The opera was nearly wrapped, but still, still the director insisted on one more meeting. So, by the time Irene leaves the theatre it was rather later than usual.

Ah, but she would make the best of the quieter streets. Idly she hummed a song to herself (not one of the ones from the show) as she walked.
Yet as idle as her song was, her senses were not. The Thor is safe enough, but it is a large ship, and things still happened in the night.

Leaving the higher-end district the streets started to have more people, but it wasn't really saying much. Irene looked over the handful of people-

The blonde man in black got a second glance, and not just for the presence he gave off or his wearing sunglasses at night. ...She believes she's seen him before.

[yay <3]

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Wesker's senses tended to pick up any minute sound or sensation, or at least more so than what normal people would notice. He heard someone humming not far in the distance, and turned to see where it was coming from.

He spotted a familiar face from before; the woman who danced with the man who performed terribly on stage, to save a few shreds left of his pride. Though he almost smirked to himself thinking how questionable her success might have been in that respect.

He stepped forward in her direction.

"Did you enjoy your dance at the dinner theatre?" he asked, without much introduction.

[missthewoman]

Yes, it was certainly the announcer from that dance theatre - the voice leaves no doubt. Smiling at his question, she refrained from rolling her eyes.

"Oh, I think 'enjoy' is not quite the word for it, but it was certainly amusing in its own way."

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He stopped advancing once he reached a comfortable distance, looking over the woman for a brief second before continuing.

"Amusing? Yes, I could think of a very specific way in which it was amusing," he quipped in his trademark dark tone, and it was obvious he was referring to the ridiculous sight of the dance in general.

"You looked to be fairly comfortable on the stage, however. Are you settled into the business?"

[missthewoman]

Yes, so glad that she and Basch could amuse you, dear.

At his deduction she smiled a touch more broadly, completely unperturbed. (Holmes did that to her all the time, after all.) Ah, but could she not stop running into such men.

"Yes, I am. Perhaps you would care to come to the Opera? We are playing for two more nights."

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And he was grateful for such amusement; otherwise, he would have been left with a dreadfully boring job.

"Opera?" he asked. So she was vocally talented as well. "And what are you performing?"

[missthewoman]

"It is called A Dozen Coloured Leaves. I imagine you might find it quite fanciful, but I assure you the story is very good for a comedy."

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"A fanciful comedy," Wesker said, and underlying his words might have been a small chuckle. "I'm not exactly what you might call fond of that particular genre, Miss...?"

He stopped, languidly realizing that they hadn't yet exchanged names.

[missthewoman]

"Adler" she supplied with a curtsey. "Irene Adler. A pleasure to meet you, Mister...?"

[completeglobal]

"Albert Wesker," he replied, then extended a hand. (Not that this particular gesture steered away from his usual intimidating aura.)

[missthewoman]

Shaking hands with a cactus came to mind, somehow. But she politely placed her hand in his to shake it, for all that the gesture was still a bit unusual to her.

"Mister Wesker. A shame you don't enjoy the genre, but I do hope that you will accept my personal invitation to come attend a performance sometime."