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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[gilt]

[ She hums tunefully, obviously pleased that her gesture has been accepted. Plucking his empty glass from his fingers, Iseult sets it aside and then folds her hands in the small of her back, looking both thoughtful and attentive. Elwood was one of the more pleasant people amongst the tenantry, though a bit aloof at times. It's a temperament that she can maybe understand, though Iseult knows she is not nearly as strong and clever enough to manage on her own. That is why she relied on the kindness of other people, in the hopes they would do for her the things she could not do for herself. And the less they expected out of her, the less they asked for favors in return. ]

And a Happy New Year to you, too. You look as though you're having yourself a lovely time; I should hope as much. Holidays are meant for family and friends— [ Iseult herself has none of the former and very many of the later. ] —so I'm so very glad you could join us.

[hideandseek]

Free booze? How could I resist?

['Us.' She already considers herself a part of the block. That's cute. And just a little troubling. Elwood worries she might be putting it on, compensating for a sort of insecurity.]

How about you? Are you settled in? You don't have to tell me those first few months can be rough; I was in those shoes not too long ago.