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[imfinallyhere]

[Action: 1763 Beaver Street]

[It wasn't often that Claire found herself waking up in an unfamiliar place. It seemed that lately in her life, waking up under such circumstances meant immediate danger, and she decided to react to it accordingly.

She jumped out of the bed--practically fell out, really--and put her back up against the wall. Whose clothes were these, anyway? She would never have worn these awful yellow pajamas. She scanned the utterly unassuming room once over before she finally noticed someone else shared the room with her. It was some man she had never seen in her life, she was sure. He had been sharing the bed with her and was still asleep.]

What?

[In full panic mode now, Claire had little interest in staying in the room any longer. Not even stopping to examine closely the house she had found herself in, she began a search for the exit. She stopped once to grab a plain black umbrella in the hall and wielded it like a club as she made her way out the front door.

She stopped at the front step, holding up one hand to block the incoming sun. Claire found herself gawking at the suburban environment that surrounded her]

Just what the hell is going on around here?

[Phone]

[There's a bit of a sigh on Claire's end. She's really trying not to sound too frustrated] I really have no idea what's going on. Well, I do, but- [A pause]

... Okay. I'm trying not to freak out. I'm accomplishing that so far, I think.

[She clears her throat] Anyway.

My name is Claire Redfield. If that name sounds familiar to anybody, then please, please, can you try to reach me? I'm trying to look for some people and it's possible they ended up here as well. Or at least, I hope so. [She's about to add 'or maybe not', because really, did she want them to be kidnapped as well? Especially in some place as nonsensical as this? She decides to just put the phone down, fearing that anything else she had to say would just sound strained]

Comments

[imfinallyhere]

Three? That's... crazy. You've been here that long? That doesn't make any sense. [God, she feels like she's going to be sick]

I guess this place isn't supposed to make much sense. Do you remember how he was, or anything?

[tenderoblivion]

Chronology relative to Mayfield is fluid and noncohesive.

Chris Redfield attempted to protect the people of this town during his time here. Albert Wesker and Jill Valentine were present as well.

[imfinallyhere]

Awesome, even more crazy stuff to keep in mind. He could have been here at any time then?

Hm, yeah that definitely sounds like him. If Wesker and Jill were here too... [She thinks on this for a moment] ... Who knows when that could have been.

[tenderoblivion]

He referred to an organization known as S.T.A.R.S.

You are... his sister?

[imfinallyhere]

Yeah, he's my brother. Those people you mentioned were in S.T.A.R.S. as well. It operated within Raccoon City, but, I guess both are pretty much gone now.

As far as I knew, he want missing about three months ago. I'd been searching for him all that time, and now that I've landed myself in this Mayfield place... Well, it makes thing a lot more complicated.

[tenderoblivion]

[Yuki shakes her head to herself.]

No correlation exists between time spent in Mayfield and time missing from home. Those droned and subsequently returned report returning to the moment from which they originally departed.

[imfinallyhere]

... Oh. Would he even remember that he came here? It's just- [She takes a deep breath, frustrated] I guess this just means things are put on hold. I'd rather not see him forced to come back here then.

[tenderoblivion]

No. It is highly improbable he would recall this place.

It is not necessary to concern yourself with the events transpiring in your homeworld when you occupy this alternate space.

[imfinallyhere]

That's so weird. Should I even bother questioning how any of it is possible, or just somehow go with the flow? [She'd laugh if she could bring herself to do so right now]

... Who are you, anyway? I can't believe you've been here for so long.

[tenderoblivion]

...Yuki Nagato.

[She declines to elaborate on her stay here for now.]

Evidence suggests this place is illusory data. A virtual reality simulation.

[imfinallyhere]

[There's a pause at that] Huh, that sort of makes sense. Didn't know that kind of stuff was anywhere near available, but I really shouldn't be surprised.

Is... Umbrella behind this?

[tenderoblivion]

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I do not believe any personal protective equipment is involved in this matter.

[imfinallyhere]

Huh? Oh! No, Umbrella is a pharmaceutical company! They- [She stops herself]

... How about, do you know who's behind this? Some sort of idea?

[tenderoblivion]

The man is named Zemekis. Possibly Jonathan Zemekis. He presents himself in this space as a female child named Lucy Smith.

[imfinallyhere]

Odd cover. I guess he thought no one would suspect a child. If we know who's behind it, can't we do something about it?

[tenderoblivion]

No.

Effectively, he is omnipotent.

[imfinallyhere]

So he runs the show. Great.

Is it even safe to be talking like this?

[tenderoblivion]

The phone lines may be monitored. However, there has been only one incident wherein direct action was taken due to what was communicated.

[imfinallyhere]

And do you know what was said?

[tenderoblivion]

The specifics are unknown, but it occurred during one of the town's 'incidents'.

[imfinallyhere]

What do you mean? Was something going on then?

[tenderoblivion]

Approximately once a month, an unusual incident will occur. These range from the inconsequential, as in the case of the 'Summer Loving' tradition, or the serious, wherein fatalities are inevitable.

[imfinallyhere]

Hrm. If somebody... dies, what happens to them? Do they die outside of this place as well?

[tenderoblivion]

No.

They revive. Generally on the following day; as of recent events, there may be a delay.

[imfinallyhere]

That's somewhat of a relief. I'm guessing it's probably not a pleasant experience.

... I'm sorry if I'm asking way too many questions. I feel so clueless.