Project W Subject 013 ("Albert Wesker") (
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[Session 10] "November seems odd/You're my firing squad"
Who: Albert Wesker (aka. Dr. Adrian Winters) and... You!
What: October and November Catch-all
When: Between mid-October and the end of November
Where: All over Trench, likely into the realm of the Zealots.
Content Warnings: None for the moment, will update accordingly
Domestic Al - ((Closed to Sharon Da Silva))
Perhaps one evening, she receives a text: Found some exquisite mushrooms. Trying a recipe or two. A.".
Once she lets herself in, she'll hear someone clattering about in the kitchen, classical music playing. As she steps in, she'll find him at the old-school gas stove, in the Victorian-inspired shirt sleeves he favors these days, carefully slicing butter into a small saucepan. A basket of fresh mushrooms sits on the kitchen table, among some scattered utensils and clean dishes.
He glances over his shoulder to her. "Ahh, you're just in time."
((Inspired by last November's Mushabooming.))
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She whistles low as she enters the kitchen.
"Is there anything you can't do?" There's a distinct edge of admiration in her tone, coupled with a gentle, if childish, teasing. She grins as she looks over the mushrooms before she heads over to the sink, washing the acrylic from her hands.
"So, what are we making? And how can I help?" She asks as she dries her hands off, looking over his shoulders. She's not about to let him do all the work.
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"Scrambled eggs with sliced truffles. Rich as you can get, but a treat at this cold time of the year. I'll slice the truffles, if you'd care to scramble the eggs?"
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Ultimately, she reasoned, as she walked up to the door to his house, it didn't matter. Project or not, he was still one of her people. As close as she could get to a pack. What mattered was that she cared about him.
Which probably explained the basket of late-autumn fruit she was carrying.
And the fact that she'd decided to pay the doctor a housecall.
She knocked on the door, shifting from foot to foot. She was wearing her leathers today. Thinking about going for a long walk in the woods. But first Albert.