The First Annual Bell Pointe Social

[hellpointe_mods]

Who: All y'all.
When: Day 10, 7:00 PM 24 hours remain
Where: The ballroom of the Bell Pointe Community Center.
What: Come one, come all, and enjoy an evening out. It’s the perfect time to mingle, meet your neighbors, and learn about bit about your new home. After all, we’re sure you’ve got plenty of questions.
Rating: This log may contain violent

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[work_sin_theory]

Of course he was perfectly on time, and of course his suit was immaculate. Anything less and he would have felt like he was breaking a promise to people. True, there was less need for P.R. here, and he didn't have his reputation here to help him along, but all that meant was a fresh start. New faces, new resources, a new chance to build a temple from nothing.

It didn't escape Adrian's mind that this social seemed a wonderfully convenient way for all the current residents to be put together in one place: an easy target, and an obvious one. Everyone under a single roof for the night also meant people could band together.

Granted, perhaps Veidt hadn't given the town's unseen directors quite enough credit. It seemed, after all, that they did have some sense of style. Very little thinkable finesse was left out. The construction of the scene was admirable, for what it was.

[morbigenous]

Wesker, luckily, hadn't needed to shop for much of anything. He had already been wearing suits, or at least semi-formal wear since he had arrived. The only thing that was out of place was his white lab coat and stethoscope. Of course, he had been drug out here not of his own free will. Wesker had been in the middle of working with some samples of various blood (left on people's porches), samples of the soil where his body had been found, and, of course, the finger off his doppelganger corpse.

So far, he wasn't any closer to figuring out the mystery of the corpses than he was the first day he had seen them. Perhaps this...party...would be a mental break. Or perhaps, if the universe were smiling on him, someone would know something. But that rarely happened

/ turns the gay up to 11

[work_sin_theory]

Sharply, but with amusement, Adrian had been eyeing the incoming crowd and people's reactions upon entering the space, and had noticed Wesker maybe moments before he approached.

"Naturally." he responded evenly. "Why, Albert, I'm shocked that your commitments to the hospital hadn't given you cabin fever yet."
The man being unapologetically married to his ambitions and work was certainly something Adrian identified with and admired him for. Though the labcoat and stethoscope were curious choices to accessorise with what looked very much like a suit of Hugo Boss design. Adrian made a small mental note to have a word about this later. It was fashion closely tied to the Nazis, and therefore offensive.* No matter, there were more curious matters he felt compelled to ask.

"Pardon me if this seems an intruding question," Adrian remarked with a glazed politeness, "But I have occasionally wondered. Have you...slept, or ate at all since we came to the town?"

*((oh yes I just did.))

i love you. so much.

[morbigenous]

He had been inside the hospital for almost all of the 10 days they had been here. Although, the hospital was more roomy and had a view of the outside world. Compared to the lab he used to never leave, it was much more accommodating. At least he wouldn't become somewhat claustrophobic in an open area. And thankfully, the hospital had a room to shower, sleep, and eat, supposedly for the resident nurses and doctors who needed the hours for their degrees.

Since those people obviously didn't exist here, at least not anymore, Wesker made full use of them. It was a lot more cushy than what he had in the Umbrella labs.

"I have endured much tinier spaces than having a hospital, and my own office, to myself. I am living like a king compared to the laboratories I used to work in."

Whether Wesker had really any inclination that his clothing may have stemmed from the Nazi regime of Germany or not, was left up in the air. He knew this: it fit well, it looked good, and he was comfortable in it. Which was all he really needed to know. Wesker took

[work_sin_theory]

Admittedly, it was a small relief that Adrian was able to use the house with some privacy- he'd been able to meditate and exercise just as successfully as usual, and had been spending his energy researching the nature of the town and attempting to decipher a possible origin or history. Teaching himself the advancements in technology since his era, although changes were dramatic, wasn't as much of a challenge as he had anticipated.

"Is the stereotype still true here about hospital food, then?" Adrian allowed himself a bit of a harmless smirk. He had a feeling that his friend was slightly more stilted in his patience for idle chat, but didn't intend to push it. This night may have been for chatting and socialising, but the two had other matters, as always.

[morbigenous]

"Unfortunately. Some stereotypes perpetuate for a reason, after all." Wesker matched his smirk for a moment, before moving on. There were much more important matters at hand. Such as the state of the citizens living in the town. "I must admit, we are among very interesting characters. I took a blood sample of a young man at the hospital just two days ago. There was a very odd anomaly in the results. Something I have never seen before."

[work_sin_theory]

Naturally, Adrian's interest was piqued. An oddity could indicate a great deal about the people who were brought here, and patterns could be identified in various people's biological (or even character) traits.
He would have plenty of time to figure out patterns and motives, however. For now he was more interested in what the nature of this anomaly was.
"Do go on, I'm curious." he prompted, though he remained even and scientific in demeanour.

[morbigenous]

"The young man in question came to me seriously injured, but he seemed rather calm about all of it. I sewed him up and put him on his way. Although, he appeared to be walking the injury off rather well." Not only that, but he was also in pretty high spirits considering. Even a little bit cocky. Wesker hadn't gotten the kid's name, but the scientist was sure there was no way he could mistake the white hair and red coat for anyone else in town.

"I believe some of the others may very well not be human." Wesker wasn't much of a human, either, but at least the anomaly in his blood stream had been man-made. Whatever genetic building blocks made the cocky teenager up were obviously otherworldly.