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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."
"So..... Only you showed up."

The gruff, slightly muffled voice came from behind her. His approach wasn't heard dispite the amount of gear he wore. He was glad the one person he was hoping would show did.

Not often he gets to test S.T.A.R.S.
<

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.
February 4, 2026 at 2:58 AM
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.
excuse for them to relax and get to know one another better aside from work and the whole end of the world thing too.

"Come by and pick ya up Friday morning?"
February 4, 2026 at 2:55 AM
"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.

>
"What do you need to complete it, and how can I get it for you?"
February 4, 2026 at 2:53 AM
"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?"
February 3, 2026 at 7:05 PM
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?"
Soak up some rays, feel the sand between your toes and all that."

His gaze softened, tilting his head slightly and bringing his thumb to his chin in thought.

"How 'bout Hawaii?"
February 3, 2026 at 6:47 PM
Thankfully there's never been a zombie related incident on a tropical island.
February 3, 2026 at 6:43 PM
"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."

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February 3, 2026 at 6:26 PM
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February 3, 2026 at 6:08 PM
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!"
backrest of the couch and face her more directly.

"So long as we can kick back in a couple swimsuits and soak up the sun for a bit, anywhere's fine by me. Got a place you've always wanted to go?"
February 3, 2026 at 5:55 PM
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 ...

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February 3, 2026 at 4:43 PM
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 ..."

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A sudden pause and another laugh.

"Okay, maybe minus the umbrellas. Bad memories."
February 3, 2026 at 4:39 PM
"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.

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February 3, 2026 at 3:45 PM
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."
"Woah, Beccs, relax."

His lips curled into an amused grin, tilting his head and eyeing her with curious blues.

"It's just me. Had some time and thought I'd drop in. Shoulda known you'd be engrossed in something."
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.
February 3, 2026 at 3:30 PM
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.
Looks like it was a bad time for him to check in for a visit.

He'll just sit beside her on the couch and lean back to chill until she wakes up. She looks like she needs the rest.
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.
February 3, 2026 at 3:17 PM
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
February 3, 2026 at 1:46 PM
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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! 🫶
February 2, 2026 at 10:23 PM
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.
February 3, 2026 at 1:26 PM
"Now I'd sound like a bit of a loser if I said no, wouldn't I?"
“ we should go buy a lottery ticket! your first. ”
"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."
February 2, 2026 at 10:48 PM
"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 always thought so too but, you do win money. “
"I've never really gone, actually. Kinda always thought it was something for a different generation."
February 2, 2026 at 10:02 PM
"I've never really gone, actually. Kinda always thought it was something for a different generation."
“ bingo? oh, how boring. i mean, sometimes bingo gets wild, i think? ”
"Guess they all went to bingo ..."
February 2, 2026 at 9:29 PM
"Guess they all went to bingo ..."
it’s awfully quiet.

everyone must be busy.
February 2, 2026 at 9:27 PM
quill

me, realizing that this is, indeed, a DBD-canon character as well :)
February 2, 2026 at 7:59 PM
"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.

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With the way the world was these days, it was probably some independent entity trying to make a quick buck.

Plague a city, make millions.

CHK!

Leon withdrew his Wing Shooter, and cocked it.

"Sounds like we've got our work cut out for us."
February 2, 2026 at 5:28 PM
"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."
February 2, 2026 at 5:16 PM
Big yawn.

Big stretch.

Long night in the lab.

"Oh."

Long night and subsequent morning. It was afternoon already. She hadn't realized.
February 2, 2026 at 5:03 PM