23. poppy what

Nov 11, 2010 17:27

Question, Barge.

Are people still acting a little crazy? Because one of you put a flower on my door.

Do I have a secret admirer out there? Woman? Man? Fellow vampire? [Wink, Armand.] Come on, don't be shy. I won't make fun. Much.

((ooc: Howie left the poppy on Donny's door for Veteran's/Remembrance Day. Donny doesn't get it. He secretly likes ( Read more... )

laaaaaaadies?, donny is a basterd, war is hell

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mrs_persson November 11 2010, 22:29:15 UTC
What sort of flower?

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actuallyagolem November 11 2010, 22:33:29 UTC
[Donny turns on the camera:]This kind.

Does it matter?

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mrs_persson November 11 2010, 22:34:29 UTC
Oh, of course.

It's Armistice Day, isn't it? Or Veteran's Day, depending on what part of the twentieth century you come from.

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actuallyagolem November 11 2010, 22:38:51 UTC
Armistice Day! Right, right. I forgot it was the 11th. We'd do that silence thing for the soldiers from the First Great War today.

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mrs_persson November 11 2010, 22:41:57 UTC
Two minutes' silence, eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month. Yes.

[Yeah, she was there for the original one. In multiple time-streams, no less.]

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actuallyagolem November 11 2010, 22:47:34 UTC
Yeah, that's right. The last time I even thought of Armistice Day was when I was still home. We hadn't even gotten into the war yet.

It was a little weird.

[Long, long pause before he adds:]

So the poppy?

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mrs_persson November 11 2010, 22:48:13 UTC
Not me. But it's a lovely gesture from someone. Someone British or French, most likely.

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actuallyagolem November 11 2010, 23:00:18 UTC
But what's it for?

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mrs_persson November 11 2010, 23:07:53 UTC
[There's some rustling of books, and then Una reads the following aloud:]

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

[Pause.]

That was written by a fellow named John McCrae, during the Great War.

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actuallyagolem November 11 2010, 23:09:42 UTC
Oh. So they're for...

[Well dammit, that makes him speechless for a minute.]

I got it.

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mrs_persson November 11 2010, 23:14:20 UTC
[Sympathetic.]

Yes. So ... I'd still say, a lovely gesture on someone's part.

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actuallyagolem November 11 2010, 23:34:27 UTC
Yeah. It was. Real thoughtful of them.

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