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ximilia2022-08-02 02:36 pm
singlelogbridge) wrote in ximilia2022-08-02 02:36 pm
Action | Thursday 8/4
[On Thursday August fourth, anyone who wanders into the mess hall will find a large platter filled with thin deep fried pastries on one of the tables. The pastries consist of oil, flour, sugar and honey, and have been carefully molded into very simplified flower shapes. There are several dozen stacked on the large platter and they’re accompanied by a handwritten note with the following:]
Once a very long time ago, there was a boy named Niulang, a simple mortal cowherd, and a weaver girl named Zhinhu who was the daughter of a powerful immortal goddess. Uncaring of their differences, Zhinhu and Niulang fell in love. Zhinhu and Niulang married and had children together, and they lived happily until Zhinhu’s goddess mother found out that her daughter had married a mere mortal.
When Zhinhu’s mother found out, she took Zhinhu back to the heavens with her and cast a river of stars into the sky to separate the heavens and earth to keep the lovers apart. Unknown to Zhinhu’s mother though, the magpies had seen the love between Zhinhu and Niulang and they took pity on the lovers, using their own bodies to form a bridge across the river to allow them to cross.
After seeing what the magpies had done for them, even Zhinhu’s mother was moved by their love, and so Zhinhu and Niulang were allowed to meet on that bridge. Since that day, the lovers have met on that magpie bridge once every year on this day.
It’s said that eating qiaoguo brings luck to the couple and helps them to reunite, so please enjoy these and think of Zhinhu and Niulang.
[The note is not signed, but the contents of the message can certainly only be from a handful of people. Anyone who had spent any amount of time in the kitchen the day before will have seen Wei Wuxian, Itachi, and Gwen in there for hours, mixing dough, carefully pushing it into various shapes, and pulling things in and out of the oven. A select few might even recognize the traditional Qixi pastry and know what it’s all about without being told. Anyone is welcome to help themselves!
Wei Wuxian will be coming and going from the mess hall all day, peeking in to see if people are enjoying the pastries, but also feel free to threadjack or mingle over pastries!]
Once a very long time ago, there was a boy named Niulang, a simple mortal cowherd, and a weaver girl named Zhinhu who was the daughter of a powerful immortal goddess. Uncaring of their differences, Zhinhu and Niulang fell in love. Zhinhu and Niulang married and had children together, and they lived happily until Zhinhu’s goddess mother found out that her daughter had married a mere mortal.
When Zhinhu’s mother found out, she took Zhinhu back to the heavens with her and cast a river of stars into the sky to separate the heavens and earth to keep the lovers apart. Unknown to Zhinhu’s mother though, the magpies had seen the love between Zhinhu and Niulang and they took pity on the lovers, using their own bodies to form a bridge across the river to allow them to cross.
After seeing what the magpies had done for them, even Zhinhu’s mother was moved by their love, and so Zhinhu and Niulang were allowed to meet on that bridge. Since that day, the lovers have met on that magpie bridge once every year on this day.
It’s said that eating qiaoguo brings luck to the couple and helps them to reunite, so please enjoy these and think of Zhinhu and Niulang.
[The note is not signed, but the contents of the message can certainly only be from a handful of people. Anyone who had spent any amount of time in the kitchen the day before will have seen Wei Wuxian, Itachi, and Gwen in there for hours, mixing dough, carefully pushing it into various shapes, and pulling things in and out of the oven. A select few might even recognize the traditional Qixi pastry and know what it’s all about without being told. Anyone is welcome to help themselves!
Wei Wuxian will be coming and going from the mess hall all day, peeking in to see if people are enjoying the pastries, but also feel free to threadjack or mingle over pastries!]
hoshimatsuri;
beside the bamboo tree, there is a small table with various items set out. coloured strips of paper (red, blue, yellow, white and black, each representing an element and particular type of wish) with a hole punched through one end and pieces of string elegantly tied. a series of pens and pencils are likewise there stored neatly on a little tray. there are instructions written in a precise, elegant script as follows — ）
Please write a wish on a strip of paper and tie it to a branch. You may sign it or leave it anonymous. This is for the Star Festival known to Japan. If you are curious to acquaint yourself with a cultural variant, there is an additional celebratory tradition in the kitchens for Qixi.
The wishes will be burnt the night of August 4th. The smoke carries the wish to the stars.
（ ooc: reply to this comment with the colour chosen in your header, and the wish in the main comment! remember to specify if it's signed or anonymous. you never know who might be reading them... perhaps some wishes can even be filled by the other members of the crew! feel free to write it as a mingle top-level or a stand-alone wish! ）
RED
〈 and a second, tied elsewhere and written in the same hand: 〉
Peter Parker—
Loving you was red.
〈 both are unsigned. 〉
YELLOW
〈 it goes unsigned as well. the ones who know, know. 〉
YELLOW
( Tied elsewhere, two more in the same neat script, all left unsigned: )
Please let their heart heal.
That we may enjoy the time we have left together.
BLACK
( Tied with it is another, also unsigned. )
Give me the wisdom to know when to give up.
YELLOW
Rose the dear object of my relate.
Light and radiance are the sunbeam,
A half smile put in a dream.
[ it's left tied and unsigned. ]
BLUE (yea yea i know) + YELLOW
To wherever it is I am to go next
I wish not to be forgotten when I am gone
[unsigned]
WHITE + BLUE + YELLOW(x4)
[ And a blue one next to it: ]
Allow me to be better, to know the answers, to not fail.
[ And a few yellows around that: ]
So that we all know better lives with happiness and no regret.
For him to know he's never alone.
Let him find him again.
Give him strength to continue and knowledge of the strength he already has.
[ And one more yellow tucked into the back, like it was put there first but almost hidden, private: ]
Please, let him have a happy life. Let him always be safe and loved.
[ All unsigned. ]
WHITE + YELLOW
YELLOW
[ anonymous save for the signature 'D' ]
red
I hope you'll find room in your heart to forgive me.
(unsigned, but hung fairly high)
BLUE + WHITE
[And a second piece of paper, tied to a different branch. Different handwriting, but the same knot tying it to the tree]
Let this last until the end of all things. let this hurt forever.
[Both unsigned]
whites & yellows
To succeed in this.
For us to succeed.
That I can save them.
To remember this.
To create the path I envision.
That this works.