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When; Tomorrow; the only reason I have it up today is because, well, tomorrow is Thanksgiving and most of us will probably be busy with the holiday's festivities. <3? Hope that's all right.
Rating; Probably PG to PG-13; it shouldn't be too brutal. But then, Wesker has interesting bed mates as it were. Who knows!
Characters; Whoever wishes to pop over that was able to see this post.
Summary; Wesker has a Thanksgiving banquet and entertains some very interesting guests; he'll probably get some business propositions in there and y'know, be the sneak he always is.
Log;
The lights had been dropped in the penthouse suite as to accommodate the wide array of guests he would be having for this evening's festivities. Most of his guest list consisted of those whom festered in the darkest regions of the world - it seemed only fitting that they get first pick as to how the area was arranged and Albert took that to heart. Besides, he had certain ties to those individuals and nothing good would come of making them feel uncomfortable.
At the entrance to his abode, the Tyrant had neatly set out three separate boxes of fine cigars; they were all fanned out in the cedar-wood containers, ready for his guests to snag a few on the way in. There would be time for smoking and a hefty talks this evening after the food was consumed, so Albert did the most aristocratic thing he could possible come up with. Beside the cigars were small tins of cigarillos and clove cigarettes for those of the other persuasion; they were neatly opened and fanned out at the display tray according to flavoring.
Beyond that, the penthouse opened up into a living space fit with a step-down living area and fireplace. Curving around that was a neat horse-shoe like shape, opening up to the kitchen area and finally out into the grand dining hall. The dining hall, unlike the rest of the living space, was completely shrouded in darkness, save for the slivers of light that came in through the balcony windows to the side. A fine living space, indeed, for a business man to hold a feast.
But that business man was tending to his own needs as he waited for his guests. Outside on the balcony was Albert Wesker. He was dawning a fine double-breasted suit and his usual pair of shades. In one hand was a thin cigarillo which had been recently lit by the looks of it and in his left ear was a small ear-piece which connected down through a chord that disappeared at the back of his collared under-shirt. Whatever that was for was unknown, but Albert could not help but to fiddle with it from time to time.
Rating; Probably PG to PG-13; it shouldn't be too brutal. But then, Wesker has interesting bed mates as it were. Who knows!
Characters; Whoever wishes to pop over that was able to see this post.
Summary; Wesker has a Thanksgiving banquet and entertains some very interesting guests; he'll probably get some business propositions in there and y'know, be the sneak he always is.
Log;
The lights had been dropped in the penthouse suite as to accommodate the wide array of guests he would be having for this evening's festivities. Most of his guest list consisted of those whom festered in the darkest regions of the world - it seemed only fitting that they get first pick as to how the area was arranged and Albert took that to heart. Besides, he had certain ties to those individuals and nothing good would come of making them feel uncomfortable.
At the entrance to his abode, the Tyrant had neatly set out three separate boxes of fine cigars; they were all fanned out in the cedar-wood containers, ready for his guests to snag a few on the way in. There would be time for smoking and a hefty talks this evening after the food was consumed, so Albert did the most aristocratic thing he could possible come up with. Beside the cigars were small tins of cigarillos and clove cigarettes for those of the other persuasion; they were neatly opened and fanned out at the display tray according to flavoring.
Beyond that, the penthouse opened up into a living space fit with a step-down living area and fireplace. Curving around that was a neat horse-shoe like shape, opening up to the kitchen area and finally out into the grand dining hall. The dining hall, unlike the rest of the living space, was completely shrouded in darkness, save for the slivers of light that came in through the balcony windows to the side. A fine living space, indeed, for a business man to hold a feast.
But that business man was tending to his own needs as he waited for his guests. Outside on the balcony was Albert Wesker. He was dawning a fine double-breasted suit and his usual pair of shades. In one hand was a thin cigarillo which had been recently lit by the looks of it and in his left ear was a small ear-piece which connected down through a chord that disappeared at the back of his collared under-shirt. Whatever that was for was unknown, but Albert could not help but to fiddle with it from time to time.
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