He's here.

...He's here.

[locked to all of Chris's friends]

Don't go near Wesker. Don't tell him where you live. Don't give him an advantage. He won't hesitate to use it.

Jill and I... we know him well enough. He'd do anything to hurt either one of us. So I'm begging you.

Don't give him the ammunition he needs.

tags: jillybeans is my bff, my imaginary family, ptsd go!, wesker, wtf mayfield?

Oh great. It's happening again.

Jill, Yuki, Rita? This isn't an order. Just... try and stay safe, okay?

This is a headache I didn't need.

tags: event: father's day, not trained for this, wtf mayfield?

I took a job. I was going crazy staying at home all the time, waiting for the fight to come to my doorstep. Plus, maybe I can build a car or something at the garage.

The creepy part is, the drones there all think I've worked there for years. Which I haven't. Eesh. I hope I'm not the only normal person there. I don't think I could take that.

The woman who lived with Yuki and Rita and me, she's... changed. Wasn't there somebody around who reported the same thing happening to their friend, uh... Cynthia, I think the name was?

If that can happen overnight, then...

...What does that mean for us?

tags: my imaginary family, okay seriously creepy, wtf mayfield?

It's funny how even the bizarre stuff starts to... I don't know, become easier to roll with. Take it as you will.

I still don't like it here, but... I can manage. With this much, I can cope.

Give or take this massive headache I picked up. Ow.

mood: calm tags: call me a determinator, chris is an idiot, jillybeans is my bff, stealth hiatus cover go!

Mother's Day.

Huh. I lost track of when it was again. My mother'd kill me if she heard me say that.

tags: event: mother's day

I think I'm gonna go crazy if I don't get out of here. I always hated those old 1950s sitcoms. And this place is that times a million. Ugh. I'd take a friggin' Tyrant over this place, hands-down.

[Locked against the "drones"]

I know some of you said there's no way out of here, that the city basically loops itself. But I've got to at least try. It's better than facing this mess with a grin.

Plus, it's something I need to see with my own eyes.

Yeah. Feel free to call me an idiot.

mood: frustrated tags: chris is an idiot, getting weirded out here

My neighbors? Extremely creepy.

I wish I was kidding. I took a walk earlier, to do some reconnaissance? And the people living at 768 Bunker Street are so damn eerie that the hairs on my arms stood up. They gave me the creeps.

How many of the people here are like that? Does anybody have an exact number?

Maybe we should figure out the numbers. That usually helps.

[private/hackable]

I'd think this was all Wesker's doing, but that doesn't explain the others. Jill, sure. But not Relm. Or the kids that I'm "supposed" to be the dad of. Or any of the others.

If it's not him, then... who did this?

[end private}

…Okay, three things. One: the B.S.A.A doesn’t negotiate with terrorists. I don’t know what you thought kidnapping me was gonna accomplish, because it’s not happening. If you want money, you’re not getting it.

Two: if you’re trying to gaslight me, that’s also not gonna work. I’m not married, I don’t have kids, and I definitely didn’t live my life in a place that looks like a Rod Serling voiceover’s gonna happen at any second. Nice Photoshop job on the photos, though. Very professional.

And three, and this is the important bit.

Who took my uniform?!

REVAMP POINT

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This place is still as strange as always, but... at least I know one thing's been set right. Kinda wish Leon was still here to celebrate it.

Ash. Is it... is it okay if I stay moved in? You're one of the few people I know pretty well, and I don't really feel like facing all the weirdness on my own. Me and weird just don't mix. Well, not very well, at any rate.

...At least I don't have Wesker tormenting me any more.

....

...gone. Both of them.

Ash? Are you still here?

I-I can't... Leon, he's...

I got left behind.

[There is the sound of Chris doing his usual routine. You know, brush his teeth, putter around, get the knot out of his back due to sleeping in a chair every night. Then there's something new. He makes a puzzled noise and walks away from the microphone. His voice is soft.]

Huh. Wonder when this thing got outside the house. Eh. I doubt anybody wants it.

[He heads out the door to get whatever it is out there. There's a long pause. And then Chris's voice rises into a very loud shriek.]

OH GOD DAMN IT! WHAT THE HELL?!

[He races indoors and slams the door loudly behind him. Then there's more silence.]

I know everything's over and back to normal, but... I can't sit easy. He was next door. And look., Leon, I didn't like it one bit. I'm glad RJ's safe. I'm really glad the world didn't end (though I've still got no clue what the hell started that mess). I'm glad Ashley's letting me crash at her place. I'm glad I'm not alone out there anymore.

But knowing that he was that close to us? It makes me nervous. Call it PTSD or what-have-you, the simple fact is that I can't breathe easy as long as he's in this city. Not as long as he's running around planning God knows what.

...maybe he's right about me...

mood: morose

What the hell is going on here? The ground damn near opened up under my feet before, and I really doubt there's anything good down there. Someone said once you fall down, there's no coming back. And some weirdo's quoting the Bible. Uh... whatever on that one. I really don't like what any of this might mean. Or what's making this happen.

I thought I had seen the end of the world before but this? This is way beyond my expertise. I deal with physical threats, not the world itself ending around us all. Look, somebody needs to come here and tell me how we can fix this thing. I don't... want to see anybody hurt in all of this. Not if there's something that can be done to help fix things.

Leon. Where do you live? I don't think I want to stay on my own right now.

So I guess I'm out a job, huh? Damn. And it'd been going pretty well up to this point. So I guess here it goes again: does anybody need me? I know a lot of things and I'm not too shabby with repairing things. I used to be a cop, so, uhm... bodyguarding works, too.

Leon? You get a new job yet? (I really need to find somewhere to crash. I'm not gonna be able to afford to stay here if I don't find a new job soon.)

...Figures. No memories at all, but he still manages to tick me off. Smug bastard.

mood: blah tags: i hate wesker, lol purg, need a job

Seems like things are back to normal. Well, sort of. What's all this talk about duplicates of people? That's just... weird. Hey people with duplicates, what's that like? Do you guys get along? I'd like to know just in case things get really weird and I wind up with another me. Another Wesker would be the stuff of nightmares, man.

Uhm, also? Is anybody hiring people? I think maybe finding a job would be good. I used to be a police officer, so anything along those lines is good. Or maybe a bodyguard? I'm not sure. Tips for jobs would be appreciated a lot.

mood: confused tags: getting weirded out here, lol purg, need a job

Purgatory, huh? I don't know what exactly I did to deserve this, but I'm going to do my best to figure things out. Kind of a strange place, though. Judging by what you guys've been saying, most of you aren't... er... aren't whatever gender you are right now, right? God, this is weird. And I thought I'd seen some strange things in my time.

Hey Lulu? Where should I meet up with you to see about that food? Maybe you could explain this place a little bit more. I think at this point, I could kind of use a guide or something like that. Is that okay?

mood: confused tags: hey can someone help me here?, i hate wesker, lulu

Ugh... feels like somebody spiked my water with sleeping pills or something. Is this one of the guys' idea of a sick joke or something? Har har, fellas. I get it. The mission's over so you decide to prank me. Did you do this to Jill, too?

Look. Would somebody mind giving a guy an idea of where the nearest phone is? Or maybe some food? A guy's gotta eat, after all! (Just no steaks right now. Urgh...)

My name's Chris, by the way.

Hello?

tags: hey can someone help me here?