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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[harken]

[ People, in general, aren't allowed to touch Hallah. She would more readily start a fight and try to kick in another person's face than allow someone as near as that. (A force to be reckoned with, a cyclone, a fury. All blunt-force, no claws; that's where Circe's choice in beast starts to go astray.) Sully, of course, is the exception though her spine straightens and her shoulders tense for a moment the minute his hand slides along the inside of her elbow. The bumping of shoulders, though, that's a little more familiar. Eli had never been the gentle sort and even his warmest sort of brotherly salutations had a tendency to leave a bruise. Hallah doesn't like being treated like she's breakable but she doesn't like being handled either. That she lets him steer her anyway at all means something (something profound) but something they don't talk about (she won't let them).

When Sully re-emerges with his tray of food, Aberdeen stares at him and then down at the tray. ]

Did you ask? [ It's a silly question, really. Sully never does. ]