[h2][color=firebrick]Văn Nguyệt
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It was the morning of Wendy's one year anniversary since being offered a spot as an operative under the Overwatch initiative. To mark the occasion, Wendy stirred earlier than usual in her room, brewing herself a fresh pot of tea and sitting silently in her room. There would be no celebration, or so Wendy believed, as it wasn't significant enough to warrant anything. Still, she found herself recollecting the previous year and its many firsts, like her first gunfight. Although exciting, there were never enough instances to warrant sending Wendy as a combatant. Instead, most of her time was spent on the maintenance and construction of various Overwatch products. It left many of Wendy's days to be a dull but there were some ways she'd keep herself entertained. Best example was walking through the damages Reinhardt's Crusader Armor had received, often imagining the sequence of events that lead the armor to her shop. 

Ah, who was she kidding. She was still feeling empty in her life. It was a mystery to her why this was the case as she had lived a very full life already with claims that most men and women could only dream of. So why hasn't been enough?

Her thoughts had robbed her of enough sleep as she leaned back in her chair and gave a long yawn, stretching her arms out in the process. It was kind of pointless to think about life purposes this early, anyway. Maybe breakfast would cheer her up?

Wendy slipped into the kitchen of the complex after a bit of aimlessly wandering the corridors, passing the time with an ounce of curiosity to see who stirred where this morning. Turned out, all of Wendy's colleagues had the same idea. Wendy brought her mug of tea up to take a sip as she surveyed the room. Everyone seemed cheerful this morning, almost too cheery especially that Asbjorn, and Wendy deduced that it was probably a problem with the ventilation. She made a note to check that later as she strode over to the servery station to grab a plate of whatever they were serving and sat down in proximity to Erika, a less than optimal choice as there was just too much cheer being exhumed from Erika and Asbjorn. 

Wendy buried her head as she stuffed her mouth of much needed sustenance, taking a break after a few mouthfuls to glance up at the director herself, Angela. [color=firebrick]"Yea. I agree with Tin-Man."[/color] Wendy recalled that Ansgar had asked what was the tasks for today. [color=firebrick]"I would like to know early whether or not this day is going to be [i]another[/i] paid vacation day."[/color]