Out with the old....

[sundead]

Who: Everyone
What: New Year's.
When: Dec. 31st, New Year's Eve, to Jan 1st, New Year's Day.
Where: Everywhere
Summary: It's New Year's, and the people of Luceti have a lot to reflect upon, and to look forward to. And on a more meta level, new journal names.
Rating: We'll see...

New Year's brings images of crowds, and songs, and fireworks; staying up til midnight and watching balls or bells being rung. But Luceti is a different time and place. Whether you're partying with friends or watching the sunrise, what are you doing today?

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[lostinmyway]

Are you going to look at the fireworks later?

[thenightmarebegins]

I was going to watch them.

[...From afar. Hidden somewhere alone.]

[lostinmyway]

Oh, then we should watch them together!

[thenightmarebegins]

You have no other plans?

[He'd assume she'd go off to be with other people.]

[lostinmyway]

Hmm.... Do I?

[Grune, plan?]

[thenightmarebegins]

[Ah, perhaps he should have realized that...]

I would have assumed you were meeting other... friends of yours...?

[lostinmyway]

Oh, I'm sure I'll see them later. Maybe we could watch the fireworks all together.

[thenightmarebegins]

Perhaps... it seems many people are out for this.

[lostinmyway]

Yes, everyone wants to have a good time together.

[Just like you--right, Vincent?]

[thenightmarebegins]

Along with the beginning of a new year...

[It seems a tradition that most people can understand.]

[lostinmyway]

The beginning of a new year?

[She's been told the reason they're celebrating by a few people now, but she's having trouble holding it in her head.]

[thenightmarebegins]

Yes... the beginning of the year according to Luceti.

[It's strange to think he's lost touch with home so much that he's not entirely sure he knows 'when' it's supposed to be, there.]

[lostinmyway]

Oh, then a party with all your friends is a very nice way to spend the first day of a new year!

[thenightmarebegins]

I suppose it is...

[lostinmyway]

Which friends would you like to see?

[thenightmarebegins]

[He hesitates, but be may as well.]

Well... there is someone.

[lostinmyway]

[Grune perks right up at that.]

Really?

[thenightmarebegins]

[Oh, why not. He confessed all of this to Cloud and the others after knowing them for less time than he's known Grune.]

Her name is... Lucrecia. She was here in Luceti for a time...

[lostinmyway]

[That...wasn't what she had been expecting.]

Oh, did she go home?

[thenightmarebegins]

[Of course it was going to be the angst-filled option, with Vincent.]

She did... I don't know if I'll see her again...

[And it's selfish to wish her here, but he does hope, does wish he could see her just once more.]

[lostinmyway]

It's all right. I'm sure she'll be back soon.

[thenightmarebegins]

[He nods, having accepted by now that what will be... will be.]

That's the way of this place, after all...

[lostinmyway]

Yes, it's nice that everyone comes back someday, isn't it?

[Because, everywhere else...that isn't true. Eventually, everything comes to an end.

...What a strange thing to think all of a sudden.]

[thenightmarebegins]

...the chance exists. I suppose that's enough.

[Vincent is unusually comforted by the thought, he's not used to focusing on the positive side like that.]

[lostinmyway]

[The wonders of Grune?]

When she comes back, I'd love to meet her. She must be someone very special.