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On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month

Sep 22, 2010 13:37

WHO: chinese_pearl and anyone that would like to join
WHEN: August 13, 1946; morning
WHERE: Around the building
WHAT: Hong Kong celebrates a traditional Chinese holiday, feeling particularly homesick.

( Once a year, all the magpies in the world take pity on them and form a bridge... )

hong kong

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West Wing chinese_pearl September 22 2010, 20:38:04 UTC

East Wing chinese_pearl September 22 2010, 20:38:15 UTC

South Wing chinese_pearl September 22 2010, 20:38:25 UTC

Doctors' Offices chinese_pearl September 22 2010, 20:38:38 UTC

Doctors' Offices tianyu_huan September 25 2010, 21:51:47 UTC

It had been a long time since the Chinese doctor, Huan, had partaken of anything traditionally Chinese. So many years he had spent in one country or another, studying to become something that was both different and similar to what he had wanted for himself that traditions from his homeland were nothing more than memories, both fond and foul. In his office did he read, but of course it was nothing medical or professional; he was reading one of those trashy novels that he had become enamored with during his time in the United States. The novels grew on him, honestly, though he would never admit to it. It never really mattered if the novel was trashy or filled or romantic drivel, as he had found himself ever in love with them, given his own tragic history with the subject of love. Not that any of that mattered, of course, as no one was really monitoring what he was doing in his office, other than the occasional patient or staff member visiting, which either ended in a very polite way or with Huan wishing death upon the visitor. ( ... )

Doctors' Offices chinese_pearl September 26 2010, 01:34:16 UTC

Hong Kong smiled when he spotted Huan opening his door. He flushed a little bit, approaching quietly and quickly.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, if I did, sir," he said softly, holding up the plate with the bao and the carved fruit. "It's just silly things--I'm afraid I'm not as good at it as my sisters were, but I watched them do it enough that I remember some of the ways they used to, before the Japanese came. There are no others to celebrate the Magpie Festival, but I thought everyone could enjoy a little bit of home cooking."

Doctors' Offices tianyu_huan September 26 2010, 01:52:36 UTC

Of course, he wouldn't speak in English to him, which was fine, it just meant he had to switch his brain to Chinese very quickly. This boy was so polite and so eager to please, it made him glad that he was his patient. Grateful, even, though he was only picked because he was Chinese, though he was fairly bad at being Chinese as it was. "The Magpie Festival?" he muttered the question to himself before slowly remembering it from so many years ago. "Ah, yes, it is that time of year for it, is it not? It has been so long since I have celebrated it..."

He gave the boy that smile again, looking him up and down before shaking his head, long strands of hair waving to and fro, "Ah, no, you are not disturbing me. I needed a little excitement, honestly. Sometimes it gets rather boring in this place. And your cooking definitely brightens any day, no matter how dull. Would you care to come in, lad?"

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