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Between Pacific and Jackson was Trenton Street, a little place of little import in Little China, down in San Francisco. On this street stood Weifei Plaza, an apartment block built way back in the early part of last century. Homes were built smaller then, which meant that, in living-space-starved San Fran, you reeeally had to squeeze to fit in to the place. There was one bedroom that just barely fit a queen-size bed and desk, with a closet in the wall, a living room that was feeling full after it was furnished with the couch, coffee table, bookcase and TV in it, it's adjoining kitchen, and a bathroom that oddly felt like the roomiest place in the apartment (it fit a tub!). There was, however, a park just down the street, a lively market for fresh fruit, vegetables, neat baubles, and tasty food just up the road, and a variety of amenities within easy walking distance.
That didn't keep it from feeling even vestigially spacious with the five people crowded around the coffee table, and luggage piled on the floor. A crate filled up what little vacant floor space was left, which contained approximately half of a woman. The other half was currently sitting on the floor next to it, putting bits back on itself.
A young woman sat on the couch, clad in a
Across from her stood what could have been a bar joke. A young girl, with an adorable face and cute ringlet pigtails, who thought the girl across from her looked rather familiar; a lady getting on in her years, who, while not old enough to have bats in the belfry, did have one on her headband; and a dude in a dress, who had probably lost a bet, as he was in the same get up as the other two were - a French Maid dress.
On the table separating the them was a knife, a little plate of
Also on the table were two red envelopes, both still unopened - one was from 'Sasha and Paul Mei Zhen' - Xia Xia and Po Li back home, though their emigration papers re-christened them in America - while the other was from Larry and Diane Mei Zhen. The box with the girl putting herself back together on it, too, had a label from Sasha and Paul.
"So... who the hell you people are again?" She asked, sounding tired and more than a little bewildered. "And are you sure you're not some kinda hallucination, because I'm thought that stir-fry I had last night tasted funny, and when girls are come in pieces they usually don't sew themselves back together like that one's doing right nowwww..."
"And what the hell is this, anyway?" she asked, pointing to a dusty, weatherworn, ancient-looking parchment book, bound with old, grimy-looking twine. "Well, Sally-o-Nightmare-Before-Christmas? It came in your box - I can't even read Chinese! Why are Nana and Papa sending me antique books??" She flipped it open, only to find two pages stuck together. "Ugh, gross, it's even sticky inside!"
Pulling on the pages, they came apart as she roughly teared at them... and amazingly, managed not to damage the book as she did so. As soon as they were peeled apart, though, the room got even more cramped, as a huge gust of wind flung blew the cake, tea, and essentially everything else all over the room, and another girl, with strange, pale-blue-looking skin, suddenly materialized, spilling out onto the buffeted trio, naked.
Too stunned to make further comment, Gabriele just sat there, recoiled in shock... though, a thumping came from below, along with vaguely intelligible yelling. A lot of angry gibberish, with a 'Keep it down!' somewhere in the middle.
That didn't keep it from feeling even vestigially spacious with the five people crowded around the coffee table, and luggage piled on the floor. A crate filled up what little vacant floor space was left, which contained approximately half of a woman. The other half was currently sitting on the floor next to it, putting bits back on itself.
A young woman sat on the couch, clad in a
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, tight jeans, and a pair of sneakers, her attire showing off her tanned, golden skin and toned arm quite nicely. A green windbreaker was piled to her side, while a steel choker encircled her neck. Almond eyes were framed by a red, rimless pair of glasses, and colored blonde hair fell over her face as she held her head, trying to comprehend what the fuck was going on right now.Across from her stood what could have been a bar joke. A young girl, with an adorable face and cute ringlet pigtails, who thought the girl across from her looked rather familiar; a lady getting on in her years, who, while not old enough to have bats in the belfry, did have one on her headband; and a dude in a dress, who had probably lost a bet, as he was in the same get up as the other two were - a French Maid dress.
On the table separating the them was a knife, a little plate of
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and a bunch of Chinese tea... well, china. A little kettle, steaming from it's spout, a few cups, and a
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, currently lidded, hiding damp oolong leaves inside. A little tray had a little cake on it, melting candles drooling hot wax all over the little 'Happy Birthday Gabrielė!' and frosting. Off to the side was an empty box, which had previously contained the goodies.Also on the table were two red envelopes, both still unopened - one was from 'Sasha and Paul Mei Zhen' - Xia Xia and Po Li back home, though their emigration papers re-christened them in America - while the other was from Larry and Diane Mei Zhen. The box with the girl putting herself back together on it, too, had a label from Sasha and Paul.
"So... who the hell you people are again?" She asked, sounding tired and more than a little bewildered. "And are you sure you're not some kinda hallucination, because I'm thought that stir-fry I had last night tasted funny, and when girls are come in pieces they usually don't sew themselves back together like that one's doing right nowwww..."
"And what the hell is this, anyway?" she asked, pointing to a dusty, weatherworn, ancient-looking parchment book, bound with old, grimy-looking twine. "Well, Sally-o-Nightmare-Before-Christmas? It came in your box - I can't even read Chinese! Why are Nana and Papa sending me antique books??" She flipped it open, only to find two pages stuck together. "Ugh, gross, it's even sticky inside!"
Pulling on the pages, they came apart as she roughly teared at them... and amazingly, managed not to damage the book as she did so. As soon as they were peeled apart, though, the room got even more cramped, as a huge gust of wind flung blew the cake, tea, and essentially everything else all over the room, and another girl, with strange, pale-blue-looking skin, suddenly materialized, spilling out onto the buffeted trio, naked.
Too stunned to make further comment, Gabriele just sat there, recoiled in shock... though, a thumping came from below, along with vaguely intelligible yelling. A lot of angry gibberish, with a 'Keep it down!' somewhere in the middle.
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