I wonder how Chris Redfield or Jill Valentine (or any Raccoon City police officer who’d been around long enough) would have reacted going to a police department in another city before the whole zombie outbreak.
Not realizing how bizarre everything about their station is because what other way do people do things???
All “What do you mean you don’t four separate crests to get a key to open open a door?” or “No shadow puzzle? How do you know the break room is secure?” and also “Wait, wait, wait. You mean to tell me you don’t have someone leaving cryptic, yet oddly useful notes all over the place?”
But also, okay, also.
Some poor idiot passing through town who has a few too many at a bar and gets hauled in for drunk and disorderly or whatever?
Watching the cops fumble about because Carl misplaced the wolf key and now no one can get into the storage room. Dave left his part of the crest at home and is getting chewed out by the desk sergeant. (Not literally, but after the outbreak possibly yes.)
Other similar things and being like ??? because what the hell was in his drink(s) tonight, you know?
Someone has a nasty paper cut and instead of grabbing a bandaid rips a leaf off the plant on their desk and bam, no more paper cut.
Also imagine whatever construction company or whoever creates all those puzzles and the whatnot making their pitch to remodeling the police station and wherever else in the city.
Do they include the bit about various crests and whatnot, or is that just a fun little bonus surprise?
OR.
Are they a normal company that gets the short of the deal and decide to change out regular normal locks for all this crest and whatnot nonsense out of sheer spite?
Like.
Raccoon City and them in court over it because what the actual hell? But then zombies, and by then everyone has other things to worry about, so yes.
These are things I find myself thinking about as the RE2 remake installs.
(Because nostalgia. And also I don’t remember what puzzles and whatnot are actually in the game? But I know they’re ridiculously elaborate for wanting to get from one side of the building to the next.)
