ba mươi ❀| you force your fire, then you falsify your deeds
[The morning after Lucy's phone call across town, Vietnam is taking a page out of Russia's Fat Book of Communism. And by that, I mean she's doing what her comrade does when he's depressed: create propaganda, of course! It seems like a good idea. Why wouldn't it be a good idea. What she and all of Mayfield needs right now is a good infusion of the worker's spirit and some cheering anti-capitalist sentiment! Democracy? In my Mayfield? Is the Postman serious? Really? And who cares what Lucy has to say? She's even worse than the Postman is. Well, it's time to set you poor, misguided people back on the right path! The path that's red and yellow, not red, white, and blue. There's obviously nothing good to be found in Mayfield, and therefore nothing good to be found in democracy and America as a whole. You understand.
She's dragging Russia's drone- who looks politely confused- around town. The drone is doing his best to hold up a large stack of posters as Vietnam leads him around. The posters, by the way, are being placed everywhere by both Vietnam and drone-Russia- on houses, lightposts, rooftops, cars, store windows, your family pets, the foreheads of drone schoolchildren, and so on. The posters themselves look like this:]
[She's not very good at art unless it has to do with wood carving or silk painting and landscapes, okay. Don't be hating on it. If you're not convinced by her amazing poster(!) and very good English skills(!!!), she'll try to convince you herself.]
I-- I know that comrade Russia is not quite himself- [pats drone-Russia on the forehead and then on the nose in a concerned manner, which makes him give a scandalized sound and then remark something about how I'm faithful to my loving wife, Natalia- yes, yes, Vietnam just tunes him out.] -but once he is out of it, I'm certain that together he and I can show you the truth. [shoves the poster in your face.] It is through communism that we can find a way out of here, not through the evils of anything the Postman has to offer us. He is the one who cursed us! Do you not remember? And now he is saying that he can help. He's lying... [clicks her tongue aaah, this is really pointless, isn't it...] Trời ơi... Something horrible is going to happen anyway, isn't it?
[At this point, she'll have drone-Russia attempt to shove a poster down your shirt and then she'll drag him off so they can accost another person.]
She's dragging Russia's drone- who looks politely confused- around town. The drone is doing his best to hold up a large stack of posters as Vietnam leads him around. The posters, by the way, are being placed everywhere by both Vietnam and drone-Russia- on houses, lightposts, rooftops, cars, store windows, your family pets, the foreheads of drone schoolchildren, and so on. The posters themselves look like this:]
[She's not very good at art unless it has to do with wood carving or silk painting and landscapes, okay. Don't be hating on it. If you're not convinced by her amazing poster(!) and very good English skills(!!!), she'll try to convince you herself.]
I-- I know that comrade Russia is not quite himself- [pats drone-Russia on the forehead and then on the nose in a concerned manner, which makes him give a scandalized sound and then remark something about how I'm faithful to my loving wife, Natalia- yes, yes, Vietnam just tunes him out.] -but once he is out of it, I'm certain that together he and I can show you the truth. [shoves the poster in your face.] It is through communism that we can find a way out of here, not through the evils of anything the Postman has to offer us. He is the one who cursed us! Do you not remember? And now he is saying that he can help. He's lying... [clicks her tongue aaah, this is really pointless, isn't it...] Trời ơi... Something horrible is going to happen anyway, isn't it?
[At this point, she'll have drone-Russia attempt to shove a poster down your shirt and then she'll drag him off so they can accost another person.]