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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Got a light?

[ Emily's tone of voice is about as crisp as the air is. Ever since figuring out what Jackson's power is, Emily hasn't bothered curbing her tongue in speaking to him – at least, not most of the time. There's no point in it. It's similar to the way that she doesn't ask if he minds company — it's not permission she feels she need ask for, and besides, if he'd rather be alone, he's a big boy, he can say so.

She makes her way over with one arm crossed over her chest, the other propped up, unlit cigarette held neatly between her fingers. ]