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{Diva appears on the Plane, wearing a white Ao Dai. Or, rather, it was probably white at some point. Now it's caked with mud (and perhaps dotted with a bit of blood) and soaking wet. On each of her shoulders, there's a bamboo pole with a large, heavy looking crate on each end.}
Ne, three hours...What a terrible time for that car to break. At least it was Karl and I, or else we'd never be able to get these back quickly.
{She sets them both down, which hit the ground rather loudly, and decides to take a seat on one of them. She kicks her feet lightly against the box to try and knock some of the mud off while she wrings her hair of some of the water}
But I guess it's a good thing anyways. I wouldn't have done this the first time. Ah, actually, Karl's face was really funny, since he didn't expect me to offer my help. My, my, I suppose that's just proof, isn't it? But we're lucky, since we haven't really met anyone since we left. Or the people that we've met know me as Quan Âm, so it doesn't really matter.
{Stretches, her limbs audibly cracking}
It's too bad about what I'm bringing them, but it's how the village survives. I don't want them to die early, at least. If only it weren't raining so hard, it'd at least be cleaner...
((ooc: Last progression of Diva's experiment! Vietnam, 1973))
Ne, three hours...What a terrible time for that car to break. At least it was Karl and I, or else we'd never be able to get these back quickly.
{She sets them both down, which hit the ground rather loudly, and decides to take a seat on one of them. She kicks her feet lightly against the box to try and knock some of the mud off while she wrings her hair of some of the water}
But I guess it's a good thing anyways. I wouldn't have done this the first time. Ah, actually, Karl's face was really funny, since he didn't expect me to offer my help. My, my, I suppose that's just proof, isn't it? But we're lucky, since we haven't really met anyone since we left. Or the people that we've met know me as Quan Âm, so it doesn't really matter.
{Stretches, her limbs audibly cracking}
It's too bad about what I'm bringing them, but it's how the village survives. I don't want them to die early, at least. If only it weren't raining so hard, it'd at least be cleaner...
((ooc: Last progression of Diva's experiment! Vietnam, 1973))