[When Vie speaks, her voice is quiet, words more to herself than anyone else. In the background a man's voice, or rather that of a pumpkin, pleads with her to kill him.]

You look the part, but you are not him.

[It's been a long time since Vie's let herself cry, and be damned if she does so now. To the pumpkin she continues:]In asking for death, ( Read more... )

[Sitting on a ledge part way up one of the towers is Vie, her Journal in one hand and a half consumed bottle of liquor in the other. Since the trial she's been keeping quiet, avoiding the crowd and deliberately making herself scarce. There was a lot on her mind, and the trial had proven to be the shock her relaxed had been waiting for. A reminder ( Read more... )

To those of you I haven't met, my name is Vie. Should this name register familiar to any of you, please, I would like to know.

[She falls silent. Vie can't help but feel a little silly.]

Once already I've encountered someone who knew me but I did not know him. And now I am left to wonder if my mind has been tampered with, or my memory, for that ( Read more... )

 [The comm clicks on for a few short words. Vie's voice sounds hollow. It's pretty clear she's upset and trying to keep a hold on it.]

Cyrus is gone.

[And that's all you get. The comm clicks off.]