*Kano's room has a lot less space than usual. It's been taken over by a pile of gifts from the Three Lights' adoring fanbase during the virus. There are cascades of flowers, both in bouquets and by themselves. Tons of plushies. Fan letters with photos. A beach ball. Various pairs of panties that she really hopes are clean. Whatever you throw at a boy band while they're on stage or try to have sent to their dressing room, she's got them.*

Hey, guys.

*Kano rubs the back of her head.*

So... I can't keep all this stuff. I don't have enough room for it -- hey, you know I told you those weren't for playing with!

*A small dog, one of Kano's strays, hops onto the bed with somebody's bra on its head.*

...yeah. Uh, guys? Anybody want any of this?

[When the feed cuts on the viewer treated to the sight of an all too familiar redhead, sitting behind a chaotically kept desk. The numerous monitors and the green light caused by the gross use of Mako energy flooding in through the window blinds gives the otherwise dark space a creepy kind of ambiance.

Reno, for his part, can be seen acting almost predictably…sleeping behind his desk, completely unaware that he’s surrounded by what looks to be an infant’s wallpaper.

Unaware until three men dressed in blue military uniforms enter the room to disturb his sleep…god why are these grunts always disturbing him?]

(Soldier 1): Reno! Why the hell are you napping at a time like this?

(Soldier 2): Don’t you know terrorists have just attacked Reactor #01

(Soldier 3): Heidegger’s been screaming for the Turks, you should move your ass.

[You gotta know how irritated he is, Reno shows it with a dismissive wave of the hand and an enthusiastic:] Not all at once.

(Soldier 1, 2, and 3): What’s with the ducks!

(Soldier 2): Are you getting soft.

(Soldier1): Did a two year old sabotage your computer?

(Soldier 2 and 3): You let a two year old compromise the company?

Did I say not all at once? I meant shut up and get out.

(Soldier 1): But what about the ducks?

Not my department, if you’re worried about it go talk to Hojo or Reeve.

[Clearly the prospect of talking to Hojo inspires a terror that's almost palpable.]

(Soldier 1): …

(Soldier 2): …

(Soldier 3): …

[This awkward silence would be good if it was just silence and since someone has to do something, Reno levers himself to his feet, brandishes his E-Mag (it looks vaguely like a truncheon), and points to the door.

With clear authority:]

AVALANCHE is blowing shit up, Heidegger is screaming, and the ducks are planning a hostile take over! What are you standing around here for? Move! Move! Move!

[And like good soldiers they hurried out of the room, bumping into one another on the way out leaving Reno to his sweet solitude once more.]

Stupid pigeons…it’s too easy…[now it’s your turn ducks]…hostile take over. You’d better be, otherwise I’m going to lose my cred with those guys.

[ …Now what was he doing again? Oh, that’s right, he was about to take a nap…

…G’night ducks.]

[One can hear the slight creak of someone's weight shifting in a chair, and there's the sound of a pen scribbling quickly. Wesker will speak up without too much delay, however, musing aloud as though just voicing his own thoughts.]

My, but never fails to interest me how violent people are at their very core. Particularly when their own actions result in... less desirable situations. [Unseen, he smiles thinly to himself before he continues to jot down notes from today's earlier experiment. It doesn't seem as though he has anything more to add.]