ringing in the new year

[beastkeeper]

For the most part, the beginning of every new year on the block is the same. There's the party, held down in the common room (barely distinguishable from the lobby, but hey, who cares), and the reminders that go up in the week prior, telling people to bring food to share (not that everyone does — the witch provides more than enough, anyhow). There are, of course, smaller parties, held in the apartments upstairs or on the grounds, and the combinations of creatures always rotates (more or less), but the overall air remains the same. The end of one year and the ushering in of another is cause to celebrate.

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[faunas]

[ Jordan tips his head up towards the sky and laughs, his breath pluming with both cigarette smoke and warm breath. He leans back farther, farther still, a hand lifted to his eyes to shield them from no light in particular. It's an easy, breezy sort of action and leave it to Jordan to be able to conjure such a mood even now, in the dead of night at the height of winter. What little wind there is rustles his hair, he brushes it back with his long fingers. ]

Got plenty more where that came from, but only one gazelle in my pack. So if the goods get going, go on and get 'em gone. A hat's a hat, a cat's a cat, and this hep cat's full of wine. [ He points at her vaguely, then rounds his neck, his body still tipped backwards, so as to glance at her again.

Jordan smiles. ]