#biohazardremoval

[constellationcursed-a]

@biohazardremoval — continued from here.

Wesker would’ve had more than a few choice words for Cass had he known she was trying to get into his office, but she didn’t give a damn. The training exercise she’d been through hadn’t exactly been perfect; she’d missed more shots than she’d made. If those cold, unfeeling blue eyes landed on Cass again… she’d have a few words of her own. Besides, progress reports were on the docket for the week, and she wanted to know what he thought of Cass.

“I didn’t come all this way to help,” Cass replied.

No lie existed in that sentence, and Cass nodded at the office door. She resisted the urge to pinch her nose. Did something die in there? She assumed Wesker called the exterminator with relative frequently, but she really shouldn’t have. The new girl in town, Cass understood surprisingly little about each of her teammates at the moment.

“I read a lot. I’ve always been a big fan of mythology, so I get it from there. Anyway, I don’t want anyone’s pity because I’m new and I’m a girl. I can handle myself just fine, so whatever’s in there, I’ll deal with.”

[umbrellacleanupduty]

"Why did I let you bully me into this trip?"

Troy is figuring out how to set up the tents- probably best that he handle that, Lijah already lost a rainflap from just unpacking the tent stuff from the car- leaving Lijah to go over the map and plan out the best places they can hike that'll lead them to a Bigfoot sighting. He doesn't understand topography. He doesn't understand the map. Yes looking at it upside-down and has no idea.

He's also so happy he hasn't stopped grinning and fidgeting or practically vibrating with energy since first proposing the Squatch-hunting trip over a week ago. "Because we're gonna see the Bigfoot. Like. The Bigfoot! I heard they're only violent against the military because the government has been trying to catch them for testing for years."

[umbrellacleanupduty]

"That is a uniquely appalling picture of me."

Lijah nods, trying not to smile and ultimately failing. "It's well done. I thought it was an actual picture and we were getting new uniforms." He passes the picture back to Petrov. "But that's a lot of chances for chemical burns with that uniform. So I guess we aren't gonna get new stuff any time soon." He might ask for one of him, though. But surfing with Nessie or something cool.

"I didn't even think those project guys in the cell were allowed pencils and paper. You know, after what happened last time."

//Declan making uniform suggestions again and it involves this (I don't have it in me to draw right now I'm sorry 😭

[umbrellacleanupduty]

"You baffle me. You really do."

"Is this because of that time I wore a mothman onesie to work? They said casual Fridays, what was I supposed to think that meant? I didn't know they'd get so mad about it and make me change clothes. But that was, like, an hour ago; I almost forgot about it." He laughs, idly scratching at the jumpsuit management let him borrow to replace his onesie. They really need to start using fabric softener in the company laundry room.

[umbrellacleanupduty]

"What kind of man am I if I don't stand by my friends?"

Lijah sits on one of the tables on the break pod they just finished tidying and crosses his arms in thought. It takes a couple minutes of thinking and shifting and tapping his fingers against his arm and the deepest contemplating. Then finally, "A.... Dude in a wheelchair? I dunno man, I'm not great at riddles. But you didn't answer me, do you wanna help me sweep the visitor lobby after they lock up tonight?"

[umbrellacleanupduty]

"...and you say this creature exists in North America?" A disbelieving Petrov about armadillo.

"Oh yeah! They're pretty much tiny and harmless, but if you eat one you'll end up catching leprosy! And I think they used to use them for sports back in El Dorado times. I saw that in a movie once." Lijah is always happy to teach his coworker about cool stuff. Some of it might even be true.

"I heard there's a government testing place out in Arizona and they've made a giant one! Like the size of a bus! But it escaped and it's hiding out in the desert to this day! It's hard to find because when it curls into a ball it looks like a hill. Or a really big rock. They call it the Megadillo."

[viskozena]

Rubber gloves make a subtle creak as they hold onto a ceramic pot , cradling it almost , gentle - but just securely enough . It's not large by any means , each side fits just about within her palms , but the motion is almost habitual - as if there was ever any doubt to her fondness , or even her safeguardness towards her work , or towards botanical subjects as a whole . --- an index finger lifts just to adjust a leaf or two , checking to see even the smallest sign of it possibly not being healthy - or rather , not up to her standards in any way . But that happens to not be the case , fortunately , allowing a relieved huff of air to escape just under her breath . FOR ONE REASON OR ANOTHER , presentation is everything , a so called routine now hardwired into her brain -- the devil is in the details , so on and so forth - something like that . Her steps are quick , not quite in a hurry - but just steadfast enough , so that the gesture that's about to follow is done and dealt with fast enough , not given even a chance to have any second thoughts behind it . Arms extend with the delivery in question sooner than she would even properly reach his person , nudged towards his seemingly empty hands . ----- A Candle Larkspur , with enough flowers bloomed just to show it's bright purple & bluish hues under the white hallway lights , the rest just buds along the few up stranding stems , signifying that it's still in the midst of it's growing . -- ' ' delphinium elatum-- ' ' a short , awkward pause , not much was said about her reasons with that . -- ' ' A sorry-- for uh - last time . ' ' -- ' last time ' , as in - possibly one of many .

@biohazardremoval ---- ❛ ❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜ ❜ he kept the secret of the amoeba idk

-- ' ' And I wouldn't expect it to-- ' ' A minuscule part of her had hoped , but common sense is good at stomping those beliefs out quick . Finally she doesn't hesitate much between responses , as a foot even shifts , as if to itch to already be going , back to any other lab , there's always work to do . -- ' ' I just had . . . leftovers ' ' in truth - to her there would never be a case of one too many florets , but exceptions can be made . -- ' ' I've inconvenienced you one too many times for this to make up for it haven't I-- ' ' - mumbled out , a rhetorical question she expects no real answer to , or maybe she does , bracing for impact already . -- ' ' You don't have to keep it if you don't want to . ' '

[umbrellacleanupduty]

[ TOWEL ]:          the sender uses a towel to carefully dry the receiver’s hair.

Usually Lijah lets time and nature dry his hair because it's not a single person job. In this case he is fresh out of a decontamination after cleaning out some recently vacated containment cell, but needs to be able to help clean the vents in cold storage. Lijah passes the task to Petrov when his arms are too tired to continue.

He's not sure if it's surprising that the Russian is actually really good at this task.

"I've got two more towels at the ready and one to wrap it in when it's dry enough. We'll need them." He closes his eyes and wonders if he would be purring if he were a cat. Probably. He hums softly, "I bet the Wampus cat purrs. Probably didn't need to be towelled off though; they're short haired, I think."