[EVENT] MAIL DAY

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Who: Denmark yndigt_land, England prud_englaland, Hong Kong chinese_pearl, Hungary regnummaria, Seychelles bellesesel, Spain el_desheredado, and Sweden svensktiger.
What: It's mail day!
Where: The nurses station on the first floor.
When: Mid-day, 9 April 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

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MINGLE THREAD

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Here is a thread for you patients to mingle before your names are called! You're not required to tag here if you don't want to, but feel free to talk amongst yourselves before getting your mail if you wish!

The nurses station has certainly not changed, with chairs lining each end in waiting room fashion and the same boring plant at the end. Nurse Lisa looks very happy that you all are here, to the point of looking creepily excited. It is her hope that you all will behave during your short time here getting your mail!

DENMARK

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"Lauritz?" The Dane was always quite a cheerful man, and she looked up at him with a smile. He was quite a handsome man, and quite a charmer, but it was her job to not let personal preferences get in the way with her duties. With great care, she pulled out a rather beat up little box, adhesive tape and string binding it in so many ways, a normal-looking white envelope wedged between the string and the box carefully. It was curious, but she laughed and held it out to the Dane. "It's a little worse for wear, but I hope the contents are in tact."

Re: DENMARK

[yndigt_land]

He stared at the nurse, the expression on his face clearly asking why this was important enough to get him out of bed before mid-day.

"I don't think I want it." He answered, that same handsome face the nurse was secretly admiring now turned into something moping, his voice uncharacteristically terse, bossy.

Re: DENMARK

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Lisa blinked, frowning a little, and handed the box to him. "Oh, Lauritz," she said with a pout, "this is from your family. They went through a lot of trouble to get this here; you should at least see what they sent you."

Re: DENMARK

[yndigt_land]

Denmark held up his hands, backing away from the nurse as if she held a gun rather than a simple, homely wrapped package.

"It's definitely not! My family is all here with me!" He insisted, the terse bossiness turning to anger, but then subsiding just as quickly.

"There can't possibly be anything in there I need." He sighed.

ENGLAND

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From the mail bag, Lisa found an ordinary-looking envelope, the address rather curious as instead of only being sent to "Arthur Kirkland," in parentheses the country "England" is written. Looking it over curiously, she sighed simply and called his name, "Mr. Kirkland, this is for you."

ENGLAND

[prud_englaland]

England stood, crossing the room to the desk of the Nurses' Station and raising his brows to the woman standing at the other side.

"Another letter from the "wife"?" he asked dryly, resting his forearm on the surface, trying to maintain some degree of calm despite the anxiety that the thought of the letter brought. Elizabeth was a force and he still wasn't sure how he felt about her, the idea of her, everything about her really.

He did suspect that she scared him, just a small bit. That was not something he would admit to anyone though.

ENGLAND

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"It doesn't look like it, sir," she said, pointing to the name on the letter, "It's from a man." She handed it to him with her usual, beaming smile. "If we do hear from her, we'll make sure to let you know, though."

ENGLAND

[prud_englaland]

"A ma-what?" England frowned, taking the letter and trying to smother to spark of hope. It was from a man, could it be his boss? Was there some attempt at contact being made, after so long?

He murmured his thanks, not even commenting upon the bit about his wife and looked at the envelope, his frown deepening.

He didn't think he knew any Frederick Cooper. Nonetheless, he wasn't in the habit of allowing letters to go unread and he slid his fingernail under the sealed paper, tearing it neatly open.

HONG KONG

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"Michael Bai?" she asked hesitantly, though she was staring straight at the young Chinese boy. She knew so little about him, but she knew he was becoming close with their own Chinese doctor, probably out of the need and want for someone similar to himself. She lifted up a very orderly package, a small box and a clean envelope. "This looks very important," she said with a wink.

HONG KONG

[chinese_pearl]

Hong Kong took a moment to look up at her, though he'd been trying to get used to the name, for the sake of sheer ease in this place. He smiled a little at the nurse, and then looked down at the things that she was holding.

There was something curious about receiving mail. He wondered if it was from China, the only person he had left outside of England, really, who would bother to go to such extensive lengths for him. Nervously he fidgeted.

"Do you know who they're from?"

HONG KONG

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She nodded, turning the items around so she could read them properly, her smile staying put despite not really knowing who this person was. "It says it's from a... Sir Thomas Kingsly." She looked back to the boy, "Does that name ring a bell?" The packages were set back down on the counter, where her fingers scooted them a little closer to the young patient.

HONG KONG

[chinese_pearl]

Hong Kong tilted his head slightly. If it was a lord, and he was writing to him, perhaps it was the new governor? But--no, he could make a reasonable assumption, from what he'd been told by the doctor and what he'd seen and heard from the other nations, that this was not something he was receiving from a government official. He tried to impress a fascinated expression as he picked up the parcel.

"Do I have to open them at the desk? Or can I go sit down?" He'd prefer to go back to his room for something quite this personal, but wasn't sure how that request would pan out, even with this more gentle of the nurses.

HUNGARY

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Lisa smiled broadly as she beckoned the Hungarian woman over. "Elizabeth, I think this is for you," she said, practically beaming. The envelope was large and brown and covered in the doodles of children. "I think your children sent this to you."

HUNGARY

[regnummaria]

Hungary stepped up and tentatively took the package from Lisa, fingering the brown paper for a moment as her eyes lingered over those scribbles and drawings.
First, she was crazy. Second, she had a dead husband. Now...now third, third she had children.

It was so hard to even imagine that these poor dears believed her to be their mother, things were so much easier...when she had no one to worry about missing this dead woman the doctors claimed she was.
Sighing, she opened the envelope to see what was within...planning very much to reseal it and place it in a drawer she had been keeping all this womans things. When she got out she would return them to her family, where they belonged.

HUNGARY

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The contents of the envelope are as follows:

Five drawings from her daughter of various things, their house, their family, and other things children draw for their parents.
A letter from her son.

HUNGARY

[regnummaria]

Hungary looked through the drawings, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she saw how carefully the little girl had tried to keep her lines straight and her circles as perfect as she could. Smudges from where her little arms had rested too long on over the paper made Hungary's breath seize as she tried to swallow.

These were not like photographs, these were real things that this child had touched...had made and the evidence of her existence was encoded into the soft wax of the color.
Taking the letter and moving it to the top of the pile she read the simple scrawl of what must have been a boy young enough to attend school.