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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[hideandseek]

[He thinks about that for a second, still rocking himself back and forth.]

Naaah. I don't trust myself to make plans. Always making the wrong ones. [That's a joke. Sort of.]

...I like it here, y'know. [He felt the urge to point that out. So many seem discontent with their lot under Circe. Hell, even he was uncertain about it a year ago.]

[pretext]

Do you? [ It's a question and nothing more; there's no trace of argumentativeness in Emily's voice. She resents being stuck here not because she necessarily dislikes it here, but because she was never given the choice to live otherwise. ]

You wouldn't leave, if you could?

[hideandseek]

Nnnope. [He draws out the 'n' and pops the 'p.'] S'an irrelevant question, anyway. If I could leave... where would I go? Here's as good as anyplace.

[pretext]

I don't know, [ Emily admits, with another shrug and another drag on her cigarette. ] Travel, maybe. Go sightseeing.

[ She shakes her head, then, tapping off the cigarette ashes carefully with one hand. ] But you're right, it's an irrelevant question.