My, but the community does seem musically inclined, as of late.

[A beat.]

Say you were faced with a time of crisis and danger was inevitably to fall upon you and your companions. The only way to stop it temporarily would be by sacrificing your lives. Would you choose theirs? Or yours? There'd be no way of knowing if the danger would return again, or not, so consider that.

A proposition for the viable females of the community. [Unfortunately, Wesker has been given things to think about, and so you can blame Klavier for this new little... revelation he's had.]

I am interested in whether or not I can produce a healthy child. You would, of course, be well paid for your time. One million USD for successful copulation. Four and a half million for the nine months you would endure. Four and a half million for a live birth. I have no interest in the fate of said child once I've determined if it is healthy. You may do with it as you wish.

[Really just seeing if he gets any interest at all, more than anything. It would be easier here than arranging something in his world, where his activities are constantly being scanned for.]

[One can hear the slight creak of someone's weight shifting in a chair, and there's the sound of a pen scribbling quickly. Wesker will speak up without too much delay, however, musing aloud as though just voicing his own thoughts.]

My, but never fails to interest me how violent people are at their very core. Particularly when their own actions result in... less desirable situations. [Unseen, he smiles thinly to himself before he continues to jot down notes from today's earlier experiment. It doesn't seem as though he has anything more to add.]

How many of you have attempted to change your futures due to information discovered from this... nexus? Has it been successful? Or did it crash and burn?

[He's curious, quite honestly, but nothing is going to change his course of action. Birkin is already beginning to make progress, and things are going smoothly. A definite deviation from his original plan, but he didn't get this far without learning how to adapt.]

One cannot deny that this opens a whole new window of opportunity.

[There is the sound of smooth and rapid typing, punctuated briefly by a pause. A slow, exasperated sigh is heard after a beat, followed by a few half-hearted taps on the keyboard.]

Really, Spencer, I expected better. What game are you trying to play now? [It's little more than a murmur, and Albert Wesker is not impressed with this website nor the fact that he can't seem to get rid of it entirely.]

Senile old fool.

[The first thing to note is that instead of his usual black leather ensemble, Wesker is clothed in a police uniform, a S.T.A.R.S patch on the sleeves of it. Also note that he looks very unimpressed.]

What is this? I know for a fact I haven't accessed anything of this kind - the office computers shouldn't be able to, for that matter. I really don't have time to start worrying about viruses on here when I have an investigation to lead, so if someone knows how I can get rid of this, I'd appreciate it.

And Chris, if this is your doing, we're going to be having words later.

It's interesting what you can find, if you look hard enough. Doesn't this sound like someone we know...?

Please be advised that these voice clips are unsuitable for work and the presence of small children or your parents. If you are not a woman, I extend my deepest apologies that these clips assume that you are.

((He means it about Wesker's imitator voice being NSFW.))

[Alarms blare in the background and everything shown on the screen is alternately pitch black and then bathed in a bright red light. In the centre is Wesker, wearing a very slight frown, the warning light reflecting off his sunglasses. And faintly a cool female voice:]

The self-destruct sequence has been activated. Repeat. The self-destruct sequence has been activated. This sequence may not be aborted. There are seven minutes remaining until self-desctruction... [And it repeats, over and over. Wesker begins to speak over all the noise.]

It seems that it's about time I said farewell to this particular home. Apparently it wasn't enough for poor Annette to make a mess of things when she went back - as you can no doubt hear, I cannot undo this final... gift from her, I suppose.

It is unfortunate, and rather inconvenient, that this should happen, considering that I have been maintaining this island for over a year now, but I suppose fate had other ideas. I would extend warnings to anyone still left here -

- but seeing as most of you have left, I can save my breath, can't I? But Adachi and Regene, I suggest you make haste. Maybe somewhere there actually are people who care what happens to you, I know I don't, but what with the time -

Four minutes remaining until self-destruction.

- the two of you had better make yourselves scarce. [He looks like he'd quite like to add something else.] I may speak to some of you later -

[Something suddenly falls from the ceiling, probably a support strut. Wesker ducks as it crashes in front of him, something else knocks the camera off-balance and it falls - then, nothing but static.]

[[lmfao okay replies 30 minutes later from his getaway chopper 8D]]

( cut for the fight i wanted to write X( )

[When video does sizzle in, Wesker has his cup of tea and is looking at a barely clad Trish who is kicking the charred body of an angel.]

Think you can do me a favor and ask the comm to help me out with the whole dress situation?

Wear a bedsheet.

You're an asshole. [She leans over to the camera:] Think one of the ladies can help me out? Like hell I'm wearing my gear to a movie and I don't have any dresses. Can someone deliver one asap?

Paging this asshole:



You free September 10th at midnight? Because you're coming with me to see Resident Evil: Afterlife. Apparently you throw your sunglasses in 3-D and shit. You wouldn't make me go all by myself, would you Wesker?

Hey guys, I need a worldhop to see a certain sunglasses-clad little guy named Wesker for movie night. Do you think that someone could help a girl out?

[Oh hey, it's Wesker. Sitting in the Creeper Kitchen.

...no, wait. When was Wesker ever that short? Or had hair that long? This is just an impostor in Wesker's shades and coat. It's easy to figure out, especially when the figure starts grinning. Wesker doesn't grin.]

Hi, everyone. It's me, Sherry. [Your voice is slightly deeper than normal, Sherry. Care to explain?] The virus turned me into a guy and gave me Mr. Wesker's clothes. I'm just lucky they fit somehow, I don't want to spend a couple days tripping over everything. I'm not Dad.

That's not the point of this post, anyway, even though having these clothes is really cool and I spent about five minutes just posing in front of a mirror. Posing as Mr. Wesker is hard. I can't get my face to stay that way very long. The point is that Mr. Wesker is in my clothes. So I have to make an announcement: just because they're all clothes made and bought for a girl and it's the girl's uniform, it doesn't make them girl clothes. They're... multipurpose. So you can't make fun of him at all.

[Wesker's voice from offscreen, although he too sounds different than normal. A lot younger.] Sherry, you aren't helping.

Sorry, Mr. Wesker.

Would anyone happen to know what world Regene Regetta is originally from? I seem to recall that someone by the name of Devit was the one to transport him here in the first place. I would appreciate any information.

[[WESKER HASN'T POSTED TO THE COMM SINCE NOVEMBER LMFAO what this amuses me]]

So, people of DDD, a few questions for you.
Do you have any sort of trademark? Something you say, do, or wear, are never seen without? If you do, what does it mean to you? Did you put thought into it or pick it up on a whim? Does it represent or remind you of something?

On a somewhat related note, is anyone here into symbolism?

Albert Wesker, I need you now; I can't possibly wait any longer for you.

[Neighbors, people watching on the webcam and members of the house are getting graced with a grumpy Trish walking around in her underwear.]

I swear to fuck, I hate living in this house with all of you fucking assholes! [WHAT COULD HAVE POSSIBLY PISSED HER OFF?]

[ See Trish. See Trish fast asleep wearing nothing more than skimpy back underwear turning over and cuddling someone, throwing her leg over him and resting her head on his chest. See that person be Albert Wesker. ]

Nn, Sol, stop squirming.

[ See Trish basically put him in a dead lock. ]