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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[ex_veuvenoire543]

( a certain level of sociability does make one's life more comfortable on the block. jeanne usually any celebration courtesy of their keeper, out of respect as much as admiration, though her presence there is the extent of her admittance to it. she nurses red wine, observes and chatters and mills about the common room offering polite regard to her acquaintances. as many creatures may care for her as those who don't; her vocation is no secret but she weathers no shame. instead, a sort of brittle pride.

a conversation draws to a close and her eyes flicker to circe, alone and aloof but so temptingly tangible. she refreshes her wine before allowing herself to drift close and finally take a seat near her, speaks in a tone that expects nothing and conceals nothing. )

Even lovelier than last year.