một ❀| i'm not afraid of anything, even time

[lotuslife]

[There are pictures in the strange room she's woken up in. Pictures of herself and America, of all people. Vietnam is looking at the pictures on the wall, on the dresser, the album sitting at the foot of the bed

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[katto_katto]

And which one are you?

[lotuslife]

What? Who is this?

[katto_katto]

Answer the question, which so-called "country" are you?

[lotuslife]

-no. Identify yourself. And tell whoever's in charge of you that it was foolish of them to arm me.

[scentofbauhinia]

...Ga je?

[Big sis]

[lotuslife]

[Hong Kong? Well, he'll do for now.] Are you safe? Where are you?

[scentofbauhinia]

On the phone. Talking to you.

Did you just get here?

[lotuslife]

'Here'? I'm in America's house, Hong Kong. There's all of these creepy photos, and I'm not sure what's going on.

[kol_shevik]

[Oh hey that sounds vaguely familiar and is also saying his name he is totally up for this.]

Да? Russia is helping?

[lotuslife]

[FINALLY god what is wrong with this phone.]

I think America's invaded me. He's an idiot and left me a gun, but I'm not sure what the hell is going on--

[1/2]

[kol_shevik]

[Capitalism clogs up the wires obviously.]

Invaded wh--? ...Вьетнам?

[2/2]

[kol_shevik]

If America is invading Russia's allies, then Russia will come give him new holes in face for self. But do not think America has invaded, is far too weak and pathetic to do this from within town.

[decadenzas]

[...yeah, this definitely sounds like another country. HK totally owes him an extra eggette now or something.] If I'm thinking of the correct America, I'm afraid you'll find he has nothing to do with this.

[lotuslife]

He's in almost every single one of these photos.

[decadenzas]

Blame that on the city. You're meant to live a pseudo-life now.

[lotuslife]

This whole place is his house, every dirty American thing about it.

[supersizedpower]

[He hears screaming and shattering glass and bolts upright, reaching for the gun he keeps loaded for emergencies-- only to find that it isn't there.

There's a strange woman in his bedroom, he can make out her blurry shape and see that she's holding something that looks like his gun.

He has another one hidden underneath the mattress, and quietly he tries to reach for it.]

[lotuslife]

[Still clutching the phone and the gun, she's so focused on keeping her aim at the door and trying to get through to her boss that she does not notice him.]

[supersizedpower]

[She might hear the click of safety going off behind her.]

Who are you? Where's Maya?

[lotuslife]

[She drops the phone with one hand, still holding onto the gun, but does not turn around, tensing up. Oh, she knows that voice.]

Tell me just what I'm doing here, America.