nothingbadeverhappensto | [The Locked Place] Resident Evil Conspiracy Corner

Being alive is nice and all, but once the immediate crisis of their half-drowned bunkmate is resolved and there's nothing else to distract them, Luis catches himself watching Leon.

Maybe more accurately, staring holes in him. Who breaks first, he wonders, which one of them will be the first to broach the great divide.

It was a little like falling from a cliff - saying their tearful goodbyes and letting go, only to realize that the fall was only a few feet after all. And now they had to look at one another and live with what was said.

But Leon knows more than Luis does. And that's enough to drive Luis to break first.

"Are you--" Okay? That's a silly question, he guesses. Rallying, he tries again, struggling to find his familiar charm. "Either all your impressive tactical gear met one stick of dynamite too many, or you made it to a hospital in one piece," he tries again. Unspoken lies the question about Ashley- the plural "you," as it were. She was Leon's mission, if he was safe that meant that she had to be too.

But if Leon could confirm it, Luis would appreciate it.

[ After making an abrupt exit from the weird not-a-wake in the greenhouse, Leon half drags Luis to the kitchen and is relieved to find it empty. It's not the most private location in the house, but it'll have to do for now. ]

Sorry about the dramatics but... Back in Valdelobos, when I was looking for Ashley, I went through a lot of stuff I found lying around, trying to find clues. Couple of them were journals, and some of those talked about a kid who used to live there with his grandfather. Smart, liked Don Quixote... disappeared, after something happened to his grandfather. [ He glances away for a moment, trying to collect himself, before looking back at Luis. ] Maybe I'm seeing connections where there aren't any, here but. That was you, wasn't it?

"Hey."

As the party winds down and people start filing out to get ready to try to sleep (or stare at the ceiling and have a crisis in most cases, more likely), Leon hands Luis a stack of plates and picks up his own, jerking his head towards the kitchen.

"You're on cleanup duty today. Let's go."

He looks at Luis expectantly. The dishes are an excuse to get some privacy, mostly - there's a few people still milling around the sitting room, and Leon figures this conversation might be better served elsewhere.

Wednesday, after Room 1 introductions

Saturday, Week 0

Saturday, Week 1