On a continent far, far away...
She'd decided that the lack of communication had been a good thing. A change of pace in her usual way of doing things had also been good. The Nexus, while this crazy amalgamation of technology and portals and all kinds of wacky stuff was amazing but, ultimately, overwhelming. It isn't a lie when Jill says she missed the way things were, before the Nexus, before Umbrella...
Umbrella. The reason why no one can have nice things. The reason why her friends died and why she's where she is right now. In... Africa, actually.
After becoming disillusioned with multiversal travel and the complications thereof, as well as the new S.T.A.R.S., she'd signed up with the Peace Corps. It was a total change of pace for her, but she was still in a position to help others. This time, on a more personal level rather than showing up in a uniform with a gun. She'd made friends with the locals, and they'd seemed to have accepted her.
These new friendships were great, but her friendships in America, the Nexus and all it's interconnected worlds still tugged at her heart. How are the S.T.A.R.S. doing? Is Chris doing well in the leader position? What about Leon and Claire, how was their relationship? What about Kevin and Yoko? Becky? Barry, even? God, she hasn't seen or heard from these people in forever. Being incommunicado definitely has two distinct good and bad edges.
Jill wipes the sweat off her brow with a sigh and continues the work she'd been assigned for the day: opening the recently delivered crates of supplies, checking all items off, and then putting them in the storage shed. It was menial, but something about attacking the large wooden crates with a crowbar was satisfying.
She almost sneezes, though, when she opens up the next crate. Soap. And lots of it. The initial smell of it is nearly overpowering, but she sucks in a deep breath of fresh air and reaches into remove the packages. As she moves the soap packages into the wheelbarrow next to her, something catches her eye.
A small, awfully familiar, red-and-white octagonal logo on the back of of the package... Umbrella.
"Shit," she hisses under her breath, and immediately calls for her supervisor. "Madeline, can I talk to you please? Now?"
Umbrella. The reason why no one can have nice things. The reason why her friends died and why she's where she is right now. In... Africa, actually.
After becoming disillusioned with multiversal travel and the complications thereof, as well as the new S.T.A.R.S., she'd signed up with the Peace Corps. It was a total change of pace for her, but she was still in a position to help others. This time, on a more personal level rather than showing up in a uniform with a gun. She'd made friends with the locals, and they'd seemed to have accepted her.
These new friendships were great, but her friendships in America, the Nexus and all it's interconnected worlds still tugged at her heart. How are the S.T.A.R.S. doing? Is Chris doing well in the leader position? What about Leon and Claire, how was their relationship? What about Kevin and Yoko? Becky? Barry, even? God, she hasn't seen or heard from these people in forever. Being incommunicado definitely has two distinct good and bad edges.
Jill wipes the sweat off her brow with a sigh and continues the work she'd been assigned for the day: opening the recently delivered crates of supplies, checking all items off, and then putting them in the storage shed. It was menial, but something about attacking the large wooden crates with a crowbar was satisfying.
She almost sneezes, though, when she opens up the next crate. Soap. And lots of it. The initial smell of it is nearly overpowering, but she sucks in a deep breath of fresh air and reaches into remove the packages. As she moves the soap packages into the wheelbarrow next to her, something catches her eye.
A small, awfully familiar, red-and-white octagonal logo on the back of of the package... Umbrella.
"Shit," she hisses under her breath, and immediately calls for her supervisor. "Madeline, can I talk to you please? Now?"