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thecapitol2014-09-14 06:15 pm
beastlybeauty) wrote in thecapitol2014-09-14 06:15 pm
So help me, please doctor, I'm damaged
Who: Justine and YOU
What: It's time for everyone to get their physical! Let the doctor games begin.
Where: In Justine's office
When: Spanning all last, this, and next week. Or whenever your character is eventually dragged to their physical.
[Threading out your character's physical is not a requirement! However, if you think that your character may be affected seriously or you just feel like threading it out, this log is for you. Even if we thread here, please make sure you have filled an OOC form here.]
The office is completely sterile, but it has ivy patterns in tasteful greens, golds, and silvers climbing up the walls. There is a small desk in the corner, stacked with thin files full of notes. If one slid over to check the papers spread over the files, they'd only find messy but impossibly complex models of hybrid DNA strands, drawn idly as she was thinking of something else--the blueprints of new muttations, but no one would be able to figure that out without a brilliant Capitol-level understanding of DNA and how the chemical bonds translate to physical traits.
Justine sits at the desk, waiting for you to arrive.
What: It's time for everyone to get their physical! Let the doctor games begin.
Where: In Justine's office
When: Spanning all last, this, and next week. Or whenever your character is eventually dragged to their physical.
[Threading out your character's physical is not a requirement! However, if you think that your character may be affected seriously or you just feel like threading it out, this log is for you. Even if we thread here, please make sure you have filled an OOC form here.]
The office is completely sterile, but it has ivy patterns in tasteful greens, golds, and silvers climbing up the walls. There is a small desk in the corner, stacked with thin files full of notes. If one slid over to check the papers spread over the files, they'd only find messy but impossibly complex models of hybrid DNA strands, drawn idly as she was thinking of something else--the blueprints of new muttations, but no one would be able to figure that out without a brilliant Capitol-level understanding of DNA and how the chemical bonds translate to physical traits.
Justine sits at the desk, waiting for you to arrive.
no subject
The pieces are set to make it an uncomfortable experience. To leave the patients feel small and uncertain, their feet dangling off the floor as the doctor stands tall and firm. Wielding the power of the dynamic.
But Wesker... Wesker has played this game before, with far more dangerous players.
He sits, and gestures expectantly. (Obligingly.)
"I will do my very best to answer."
no subject
"Full name, age, and date of birth, if you would be so kind."
no subject
The pale head tipped, lights reflecting off the dark lenses of his glasses.
"That's all rather slippery isn't it? Between the arenas and... my condition."
The math said he should have been nearing his sixties, but there he sat, looking no older than a man in his thirties. Handsome and strong. Youthful and vital.
T could be such a kind mistress when she wished to be.
[OOC: Wesker's age and birthdate has never been discussed in the movie canon. I used his date of death in the videogame canon for his birthday, but age is very strange. In the game he was nearing his sixties in his final appearance, and in the movie he was originally played by an older actor, but post-infection the actor was replaced by a man in his mid-twenties. So. :/ Handwaving. Handwaving everywhere.]