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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[flutterings]

It happens.

[ it had always happened, even before she'd arrived here. darla had never been one for parties. her fingers trace the spine of a book, gently brushing over the lettering. ]

No. But I don't mind if you do.

[ that's a lie. but he was here first. she isn't fussy enough about the smoke to make him put it out on her account. ]

[insides]

Good for you, Darla.

[And painfully hypocritical of him. But he tends to treat practically all other inhabitants of this house as children.]

[flutterings]

[ she gives a little trill of laughter, almost bird-like in sound. ]

It's hardly deserving of congratulations.