Letter Day
Who: Iceland til_himnarikis, Norway mystisk_norge, Poland like_aphoenix, Egypt misriyun, and Japan zipangu.
What: It's mail day!
Where: The nurses station on the first floor.
When: Mid-day, 20 September 1946.
Notes: Just comment under your character's thread and they'll be given a letter and/or package from their family. What your character does after that is completely up to them! Other characters can feel free to jump in to another character's thread after that character has received their letter and/or package.
Over the intercom, Lisa's voice rang out merrily to the whole of the Sanctuary. She called a small group of patients to the nurses station, a bag filled of more brown paper packages, some tied in string, some sealed with that new adhesive tape, but all with letters attached. Again, she expected this group of patients to receive their mail with the same apprehension as the previous ones, and prepared accordingly. The mail got here so slowly due to how remote and secret the facility was, but the fact that the mailman tried his hardest to come by at least once a month was something she, and the rest of the staff, greatly appreciated.
She waited with the bag at her feet for the patients to arrive, her smile still at its usual level of brightness. She hoped they all had wonderful letters this time. She still felt bad for the Icelander whose letter seemed to be terrible, but as she couldn't read its contents, she could only speculate upon what might have been in it. Surely everyone's letters this time won't be so miserable. And thus, she waited.
What: It's mail day!
Where: The nurses station on the first floor.
When: Mid-day, 20 September 1946.
Notes: Just comment under your character's thread and they'll be given a letter and/or package from their family. What your character does after that is completely up to them! Other characters can feel free to jump in to another character's thread after that character has received their letter and/or package.
Over the intercom, Lisa's voice rang out merrily to the whole of the Sanctuary. She called a small group of patients to the nurses station, a bag filled of more brown paper packages, some tied in string, some sealed with that new adhesive tape, but all with letters attached. Again, she expected this group of patients to receive their mail with the same apprehension as the previous ones, and prepared accordingly. The mail got here so slowly due to how remote and secret the facility was, but the fact that the mailman tried his hardest to come by at least once a month was something she, and the rest of the staff, greatly appreciated.
She waited with the bag at her feet for the patients to arrive, her smile still at its usual level of brightness. She hoped they all had wonderful letters this time. She still felt bad for the Icelander whose letter seemed to be terrible, but as she couldn't read its contents, she could only speculate upon what might have been in it. Surely everyone's letters this time won't be so miserable. And thus, she waited.