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]

[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.

[thenightmarebegins]

She is...

[lostinmyway]

I'm sure we would be very good friends.

[thenightmarebegins]

Well... perhaps you would.

[lostinmyway]

[And now Grune is opening the door to Partyland. Sorry, Vincent, but your luck has run out.]

I wonder what we should do first.

[thenightmarebegins]

[He should have perhaps escaped while he still could.]

Wander through the area...?

[lostinmyway]

[Too late now!]

That sounds like a good idea. Maybe we could go listen to the music Ginia is playing.

[thenightmarebegins]

[Music... that's not a bad thing, right? Right.]

I wouldn't mind it.

[lostinmyway]

Ginia is very good at playing the piano. Do you know her?

[thenightmarebegins]

No... I don't think we've met.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, then when she's finished playing the piano, I should introduce you! She's a very nice person.

[One of her best friends, as a matter of fact.]

[thenightmarebegins]

Very well.

[He'll take her word for it, anyway.]

[lostinmyway]

She's very friendly, too. I know you'll become close in no time.

[thenightmarebegins]

Then... very well. I'll meet her.

[lostinmyway]

All right! Thank you, Vincent. [She beams at him.]

[thenightmarebegins]

...

You're welcome.

[Solemn, serious look back at her.]