quill

nvm he's 49 in requiem so she's 46.

quill

leon is 51 in requiem

he was 21 in re2.

rebecca was 18 in 0 and 1.

re2 takes place two months after re1.

rebecca is 48 years old

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What'd I miss? I fell asleep in the lab again!

It was a far cry to call her STARS. In training, sure. But she'd only completed one field operation before retiring from field work for them.

Hell of a first day, as it were.

Still, the training stuck.

"I think your criteria were a bit narrow. Most agents with field training are in the field."

She nodded a little too quickly.

"I'll be ready on Friday. But, uh, not here. The BSAA are renting an apartment for me on the corner of Carlisle and Main. I should be there."

Should being the operative word, provided she didn't lose more time to her work without realizing it.

<

"This," she raised the hard shell case. "Will hopefully kill the infection at the source. The heavily guarded, surrounded by weird cultists, otherwise unknown source. I think that's why the BSAA requested some aid from the DSO ... guess they sent the right man, right?"

"BSAA is running containment right now. That water source feeds a wide area and they need to focus on treating it. But the longer this goes on, the more likely something, wildlife, a plant, a spore, that's contaminated gets past them and this starts going wider."

She pursed her lips.

>

"I've got several other reasons to call you crazy aside from that, but it's definitely making the list," she shot with a smirk.

"I'll need to make some arrangements, get a few things put together ... pack. This is why I don't normally do impulsive things. But okay, give me a couple days?"

Hawaii. Hawaii was good. American soil. Regulated. Within BSAA jurisdiction. No complications or politics and a less than average chance of a rogue terrorist cell releasing a BOW.

It sounded too good.

"Hawaii," she nodded. "So ... do DSO agents fly commercial when they go on vacation?"

Thankfully there's never been a zombie related incident on a tropical island.

<

She turned to him. "It's bad enough that I'll have to call back and get somebody else to do hands on work if something goes wrong. I trust you, Leon. But you need to trust me to handle myself."

"I have several projects that are in critical stages!" she protested, standing up and tossing the folded blanket back on the field pack she'd looted it from.

"I'm not saying I'll spend the whole time we're there working. But I need to monitor some things."

>

quill

bro out here skipping the need for construction lines and just freeballing it with a sharpie and succeeding

She blinks, beginning to fold up the field blanket she'd taken from a nearby pack.

"Honestly?" she hummed. "Not really. You said tropical, that sounds nice. Just palm trees and drinks out of coconuts. Though ... I'm going to need somewhere with decent signal. I can't really leave the lab at home!"

<

The next thing she knew she had shed her lab coat for a simple denim jacket and made her way down to the BSAA's ranges. The world was getting scarier. It didn't hurt to brush up on handling herself out there.

The Ecliptic Express might've been a different story if she wasn't fresh, after all.

Rebecca read the email over the rim of her cup. Survival courses?

It'd been a long time since she'd done her training with STARS. She tried to keep up on her firearms certification but ... the lab didn't really require knowing how to fire a gun.

Still ...

>

<

She bit at her lip, then nodded.

"Maybe. Maybe I can. It's not like I'm a full-time employee with the BSAA. Maybe. Where ... where were you planning on going?"

<

The samples were in the digital catalogue now, she could run simulations remotely ... It was a little unorthodox but their field equipment was all connected to a virtual network to keep their catalogues secure. In theory that could be used as a remote work terminal ...

>

Escape to somewhere tropical. A vacation.

It was obvious she was taking inventory of her current projects, her eyes staring into the middle distance for a moment.

"I can't ... I mean I can't really go off the grid but ..."

>

<

"Sorry, that's kinda been my life for the past few weeks. Running samples and stuff. I'm actually kinda missing field work. What about you?"

"Maybe not ahead, but we can react faster," she responded in kind.

"All of the BOWs stem back to a handful of different virus strains. Each needs their own vaccine, but maybe we can create a template, a base to make it quicker to develop."

She paused, rubbing her eyes.

>

She wiped her forearm off in her lab coat, deciding not to acknowledge the drooling aloud.

"Always," she said, sleepy but still maintaining her typical bubbly nature.

"BOW incidents are growing more frequent, so the BSAA's been backlogged. I've been helping them try to get ahead of it."

With a sharp inhale and a very unpretty snort she woke up. Either his presence, the pressure on the couch, or simply the end of the nap.

Weary eyes blinked away asleep as she realized he was there.

"I'm working on it, I promise," she murmured, sitting up and looking at her wet arm with disdain.

quill

y'all got me watching the animated movies again. i have such a soft spot for how good bad they are.

i still remember making such a little noise of delight when rebecca showed up in vendetta after all these years

quill

any in character post i make that doesn't have someone specifically tagged or is not a direct reply to something (via reply or quote repost) can safely be considered an open starter should you want to. feel free to interact, i won't bite unless you beg for it! 🫶

Long lab days.

Long lab nights.

Maybe that's why she was curled up in a field blanket on the couch in the break room, sound asleep, making tiny snores and drooling onto her arm.

// same!

i will be looking out for more

// ages is too long. draw more! :D

"Now I'd sound like a bit of a loser if I said no, wouldn't I?"