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Wesker's at a new level of totally disoriented.
He remembers he was trying to work on--something important, but it was all diagrams of corkscrew squiggles and large numbers. And he couldn't hold the pen because it kept slipping through his fingers. So he tried using crayon instead. He averaged about two minutes between broken crayons.
Somehow, breaking crayons is bad. There's an idea in the back of his head that this leads to getting caught up in apologies sung to little girls and kid-friendly morals at the end of the show, and enough of himself still lurks to try to run screaming.
He was on his way to the Bar to try to find anyone who looked like they knew what was happening, but got distracted by the sound system. It sounds like dancing.
Small puppet in a clear space, busy learning how to break it down. Can be distracted by observers, bright shiny pennies, drifting fuzz, cartoons, other puppets, or--well, anything.
He remembers he was trying to work on--something important, but it was all diagrams of corkscrew squiggles and large numbers. And he couldn't hold the pen because it kept slipping through his fingers. So he tried using crayon instead. He averaged about two minutes between broken crayons.
Somehow, breaking crayons is bad. There's an idea in the back of his head that this leads to getting caught up in apologies sung to little girls and kid-friendly morals at the end of the show, and enough of himself still lurks to try to run screaming.
He was on his way to the Bar to try to find anyone who looked like they knew what was happening, but got distracted by the sound system. It sounds like dancing.
Small puppet in a clear space, busy learning how to break it down. Can be distracted by observers, bright shiny pennies, drifting fuzz, cartoons, other puppets, or--well, anything.