[Upon 'waking up' again and checking the date, Vietnam calmly goes about doing absolutely nothing to alert anyone of her return. How strange... But she can be found breaking her drone routine in a few different ways today.]

[A | At the Mayfield Hospital, where she's been working as a nurse for the past little while ( Read more... )

|❀PHONE; public; failed filter from the Doctor and Charles Fei-Ong, because what is technology.|

...If a young maiden was, perhaps, seeing a... gentleman... One that she was exclusive to. One that, that she cared about... and has already been seeing for many months now- [Her voice falters as if choking around the simple term 'boyfriend'. It's not ( Read more... )

[Vietnam sits in a quiet corner of the park with this on her lap. The lacquered instrument- a đàn bầu- would look completely unfamiliar to anyone who does not study traditional Asian music; it is a monochord, which means that it only has one string.

She's playing a song quite familiar to her, and singing so quietly to herself that the words can ( Read more... )

[There's silence, for a few moments- light, unsteady breathing before Vietnam speaks. Her voice is quiet and strained.] I want to go home just as much as the rest of you do. So if there is... In any way... that what information I can provide can become useful, then... Tôi không biết...

My full name is Cộng hòa xã hội chủ nghĩa Việt Nam. The ( Read more... )

[It's late afternoon on Beaver Street, and Vietnam is collapsed in the hallway of 1762 in a deep red, shimmering pool of her own blood. There's an obscene path of it smeared and streaked behind her, trailing from the kitchen to the living room up to where she's stopped. Blood stains the carpet and some of the walls; it permeates the tiles of the ( Read more... )

[Residents and passersby on Beaver Street, there is a Mikoyan-Gurevich MiG-21 in the middle of the street. Yes, a fighter jet. A completely real and authentic fighter jet, and, from the looks of it, one that's seen some action, too ( Read more... )

( ❀PHONE; Russia. )

[Vietnam is in the park, at Russia's gravestone, digging like her life depends on it.

Being rational about this is not occurring to her. At first, she was sure he'd get back just fine, but after that radio broadcast and the appearance of the graves, she's let her anger take over. Russia is her ally. Her only ally here, reluctant as that alliance ( Read more... )