He ignored the first two calls to come attend the party. When creating he had no desire to be interrupted or sent about to do things that would draw him from his research. It was due to that fact that only a few even knew he existed just yet. With today being the beginning of the next Games, Wesker found himself being forced into a situation where he needed to or risk damage to his reputation.

It was for this reason that he found himself walking into the first party of the season an hour later. While he disdained the prosthetic teeth, Wesker did leave his sunglasses tucked away in his inner pocket. His red slit-pupiled eyes were enough to draw attention along with the false scales his assistant insisted she get to apply in a band across his eyes from temple to temple. They caught the light and refracted it back in shades of green and purple. His clothing was of the same scaled design, clinging to him and shifting with the light that moved across his body. Silly, stupid things compared to the alligators he had designed for the Games this cycle. The slow acting poison on their teeth should provide endless entertainment with the myriad of results that could occur.

Then there were other surprises for the Tributes.

Taking a glass of champagne, Wesker watched the screen intently. Soon, he told himself.