Day 32: Sun Room (2nd shift)

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After the couple glasses of water Leon managed to gulp down during breakfast, the mage felt immensely better. He was still a bit tired, but that was nothing a little lounging on one of the sofas wouldn't cure. Stretching his arms above his head, he couldn't help but wish he'd had the chance to grab one of his new doctor's coats before leaving his room that morning. Maybe they would have let him get away with wearing it. Maybe.

He grabbed an empty sofa, pulling out the journal he tried to keep on him at all times. It was nearly complete now. Just a couple more pages to go. It might not improve his spellcasting that much, but any improvement was better than none. It was getting to where it might be too dangerous for him to use spells at all, if it left him so worn out without even finishing a monster off.

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Leon blinked, a bit startled. He turned to the man on the floor beside him. "I, uh... yeah, that's one way of putting it," he said. He unfolded his arms and tried to look a bit more relaxed, glancing around the room. He noticed Wesker sitting across the room, in conversation with a young girl holding a teddy bear. Leon was certain that the man was watching him, though.

He brought his attention back to the older man. "Am I disturbing you?" he asked. Something about the man looked familiar, now that he thought about it. Odd. "I can move."

[qui-gonjinn.livejournal.com]

"Not at all. I was just curious," Qui-Gon said. He shifted over to get more comfortable and settled, crossing his legs and looking up at the young man. He offered a small smile. "I'm Qui-Gon."

If there was anything he could do to help the patient, it'd probably be better if they were on a name basis, at the very least. Qui-Gon knew that he'd been recognized by some Earthians, such as Artemis, but he wasn't particularly worried about that. According to Earthians, Qui-Gon was simply a historical figure - although if it was because of Martin Landel and his interference with time and space or just simple sheer time dilation still remained to be seen.

[officer-leon.livejournal.com]

"My name's Leon," he replied. Qui-Gon... Leon racked his brain, trying to recall where he knew the name from. A movie or something? A light clicked on in his head. That was it! From the Star Wars movie. His nephew had been a bit fixated on that movie, the something Menace, when he'd visited a few years ago. He'd made Leon watch it twice.

So... this guy thought he was a Star Wars character. Leon knew that the people here were supposedly pulled from different dimensions or times or something, but was he really supposed to believe that Star Wars actually happened somewhere?

"How, uh, how long've you been here?" Leon asked after a few moments of confused staring. He glanced across the room to check on Wesker, still uncertain if the other man was watching him. Damn sunglasses.

[qui-gonjinn.livejournal.com]

Qui-Gon was aware of Leon staring at him. Ah, so he must have heard of him, then, like Artemis. "Over a week, I'd imagine. You?"

It wasn't that long to be held captive, thinking back on it. But time seemed to stretch here in Landels and days could and did feel much longer. Considering how dangerous the night shifts could be, with the strange, aggressive Earthian wildlife here, lasting over a week wasn't an easy thing.

[officer-leon.livejournal.com]

"Four days," Leon replied. "Four long, useless days." He shook his head. "I haven't gotten any closer to figuring out what this place is, why I'm here, or how to get out." He hated feeling so helpless. Hell, even in Raccoon City he'd done better, and he'd been a damn rookie back then.

[qui-gonjinn.livejournal.com]

Qui-Gon was silent for a moment. Yes, he knew how frustrating it could be when there were more questions than answers, especially in a prison such as Landels. As far as he could tell, no patient could recall just how they'd arrived here; Leon, it appeared, was no exception to this, and Qui-Gon regretted that he couldn't answer that particular question for him.

"There must be a way out," Qui-Gon pointed out calmly. "Despite his abilities, Martin Landel isn't infallible."

The fact that the man behind the radio and now this "Jill" character were able to work behind Martin Landel's back was proof of this: there was a chink in the Head Doctor's armor and so there was most likely a chink in the Institute itself. Still, he thought that Leon was being rather hard on himself. Four days in order to escape would have been miraculous, Landels or not. Qui-Gon settled more comfortably on the floor, lacing his fingers together in his lap. "Finding out about this place and a way to escape will take time."

That went for any prison. But Landels went above and beyond the prisons that he'd seen throughout the galaxy...

[officer-leon.livejournal.com]

For someone who'd been locked up in here for a week, Qui-Gon was remarkably serene. Then again, he was supposed to be a Jedi.

"I don't doubt there's a way out," he agreed. "I just feel like I should've figured it out by now." He smirked slightly. "All the other times I've been in nasty situations I've gotten out much faster." Then again, those other times he was fully armed, able to move freely, and had allies working with him. He didn't have any of those things here, really. Not even Ada working in the background, helping and hindering him at the same time, always with her own damn goals to meet...

He sighed. While part of him was glad that she wasn't locked up in here (if she was free, there was a chance for a rescue), part of him rather selfishly wished she was with him. He didn't trust her, but she always seemed to find a way to get around barriers. Ada was a good person to have around in a crisis.