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 🤔

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.

"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.

"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." >

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!"

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 ... >

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 ..." >

"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.

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

"I think it's classified as a lottery because of that. Which still checks out, I've never bought a lottery ticket either. Still not site whether I'd consider myself lucky or unlucky."

"I've never really gone, actually. Kinda always thought it was something for a different generation."

"Guess they all went to bingo ..."

quill me, realizing that this is, indeed, a DBD-canon character as well :)

"Weapon holstered in the lab. There are some dangerous samples in here," she countered with a cheeky grin. With every new bioweapon, a dozen new offshoots made by half-cocked mad scientists. It was growing too easy to make extinction-level events these days. >

"I'm going to withhold my opinions on that statement for the time being," she answered, hands fluttering across the keyboard. "How long? Pick your milestone. At its current rate, 48 hours before it breaks containment. A week before it's global. 10 days before a possible extinction event."

Big yawn. Big stretch. Long night in the lab. "Oh." Long night and subsequent morning. It was afternoon already. She hadn't realized.

"I've already put in a word with the BSAA to allocate more funds to the coffee maker," she said with a faint smile, turning in her chair to the computer. "Neutralize is a strong word. Things were easier back when we were just dealing with a virus. Parasites, fungi ... there's a lot to consider."

"Lab work takes time, Leon. And a steady coffee budget."

"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍."