revivalproject | [OPEN] An angry B.O.W. enters a bar...

WHO: Albert & whoever dares bothering him
WHERE: The Deep End
WHAT: Contemplations, preparations and- A mess.
WHEN: Post-Calibrations
WARNINGS: Wesker. He is not in a good mood.

It's barely the middle of the day but for some reason or another Wesker can be found at the bar of the Deep End, a drink in front of him and a cigarette between his fingers. He hasn't been smoking a lot since Raccoon City, but this place sure likes to give him headaches and reasons to pick up an old habit again.

The ships are still gone, a good part of his research that had been left unattended for weeks has become useless and thanks to those ridiculous dreams a few people have acquired knowledge Wesker isn't okay with being known. Yes, he killed most of these individuals, but that had only been in his dream. And yes, he has learned a few things himself while ending up in the dreams of others. Now they are all free of those dreams again and Wesker needs to figure out what to do next.

That the ships are gone is bothersome. He used those to rest. To sleep and eat and just be away from everyone else. Now he may have to rely on his office in the hospital more than he likes.

He casts a look around the empty place and his eyes settle on the large windows and the water beyond. Right. All of those samples have become useless as well and he isn't even sure if it will be worth his while reacquiring them. He might have to spent more time gathering mint plants, extract their essence and combine them with other substances to increase their potency. He also has to decide how to deal with Cal Kestis especially. He just may have to kill him. But will doing so help him getting out of here?

"Fuck it!" The man exclaims and slams his fist hard on and through the bar in front of him, sending bits and pieces as well as his own half empty glass flying.

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Wesker raises a brow at that. "Food graffiti." He says flatly, but doesn't comment further on that detail.

"I take it this is easier to dodge once you know about it."

"You've been in there! It's boring!" Cayde says in his defense. He swirls around his drink, finally allowing himself to settle on the stool he keeps there on the other side.

"It's not impossible, anyway, at least I don't think so. There's only so many tricks they can pull. I think the last time they were trying to lure us in by having us see people we knew, heading into that tunnel."

"I was there, indeed. And I found ways to keep myself occupied without wasting food by smearing it on the walls." Yes, he is still frowning at that. They are, after all, in many ways dependant on their captors. And if Wesker were in such a position, he sure would have punished such wasteful behavior by cutting off the food supply for the entire group for at least a day.

Fortunately he isn't the one keeping anyone hostage.

He leans back somewhat, frown turning into a scowl. "At least I can rest assured that they can't use anyone I know against me without being obvious about it." Considering that most people Wesker knows want him dead. Or are on wesker's list to be disposed of.

Cayde shrugs. He'd done more than use food paste as paint. He'd grabbed as many mattresses as he could from rooms to line the walls to bounce off of. So long as he managed to have fun, he figured he was spitting in their captor's proverbial eye.

"Obvious as it might be, they can still be pretty damn convincing." They'd seen them during that last storm when they were enjoying a drink. "What was it this time then, if not familiar people?"

Wesker waves the question off. "Irrelevant." There were still enough people down in those caves, so it worked too well.

"What happened out here in the meantime?" He has to ask. Because he is wondering if their captors had all their attention on those locked away to hop one another's dreams.

The Exo scowls a bit. "Plenty relevant! I wanna know what stunt they pulled so I won't fall for it if they decide to pull a repeat."

He takes another drink, shrugging. "Pretty dull, actually. Had to work out where everyone might've disappeared to when some of the newer people here started freaking out about it. Weird being on the other end of things, I don't know that having people left outside happened all that often. And it's not like we could go check it out to be sure."

"Hallucinations are hallucinations, the content doesn't matter. The method is the same, only the lie changes." Wesker argues. "Your best call is to simply not believe anything you see or hear unless you have solid proof for it." Tricks of the mind seem to be a favored tool of those aliens keeping them here.

He raises a brow at Cayde. "Their focus was on those that followed the call. Which makes sense. When you're conducting an experiment you ignore the mice that didn't take the bait. You only count them to calculate overall effectiveness." And since several people refused this particular bait it wasn't as effective as it could have been.

The Hunter somehow effects a petulant air as he leans against the yet level part of the counter. He gives something of a reluctant nod to concede the point, giving his glass another swirl with the turn of a wrist before he tips the rest of its contents back.

"Guess that's a way to look at it. We're not the ones with our pasts being put on the spotlight for nightly showings."

Caydes way of phrasing it draws a displeased noise from Wesker and he empties his own glass before glaring at the broken counter.

"I acquired information about others that are utterly irrelevant for my presence here." He says grimly. And other learned more about him than he would have liked as well. "I don't care who was a hero back in their world. Here we are all trapped."

"Heh, is that what you were hoping to get out of it?" Cayde chuckles. "Well, I'm not sure what you were expecting aside from some kind of leverage, but in regards to the whole hero thing, that is kind of why the Agrii pulled people in. They were looking for 'he-rows' Guess they figure if they can solve their world's problems, they can solve this one."

"I was hoping to learn about them, not us." Wesker corrects. "Most of those brought here are useless and those that call themselves actual heroes are irrational morons knocking on a title that holds no meaning here." Back on his earth, he would be a god. But here? He is primarily himself. Followed by the researcher he used to be.

"It's obvious that no one here will solve anything. Everyone is much too busy creating more problems." To prove his point, he gestures at the broken counter.

The Hunter opens his hands in a shrug.

"People will surprise you. And even if it's not obvious, effort is still being put into things. I wouldn't discount anyone who's been brought here."

He smirks a bit. "We can choose to fix problems or make 'em."

Wesker shrugs. "So far I was mainly impressed by the amount of unreasonable decisions." As to not outright call them terrible decisions.

"I will take a day or two to rebuild that." He further informs the Exo.

That makes Cayde chuckle just a bit. He knows he's sure made plenty of those himself. "Well, people do what they do. Can't dictate everyone's actions, much as it might seem easier if they were all on the same page. But eventually people get there." He picks up his glass. "Sometimes."

The bottle is next, the Exo pausing as he looks to Wesker to see if he wants a refill before he puts it away. He glances at the broken bar with a nod.

"So long as it's fixed and doesn't look like crap. This place never really closes, after all," he says.

"You don't seem to care at all." Wesker observes with a short wave of his hand to indicate that he is good with the drink he had.

"A few of those brought here seem to have made themselves at home." Which isn't a goal Wesker has for himself. He needs to return. He has matters to take care of. People to get rid of. Decisions to make. He can't afford to be lazy and let time go by as he idles.

He has already been idle enough for one day.

"Why should I care how people do things? It's the flavor of life. Anyway, you can't force people to do things, you just up with more problems that way. And usually a lot of angry people."

Cayde turns to jam a stopper into it before putting the bottle back on the shelf.

"As much as most would probably love to solve this thing in a day, the storms don't even happen that frequently and we don't have much of a means to try pinpointing anything until they do, in which case they like trying to mess everyone up. So you can't blame people for wanting to make their stay comfortable so long as they're here. And fixing things up is helping- hopefully- give the Agrii a headstart once they are able to come back and have a look at the place."

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