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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[forgiatura]

[ The name rings a bell or two, but he's not all that familiar with him. ]

Helios ... Guy that talks a lot, right? Didn't know he was any good with fireworks.

[subsultive]

Me neither. We were talking about a possible snow or ice sculpture competition with a day at the hot springs as a prize for the winning group before... I don't know if we'll actually do it this year, but it's nice to think about, right?

[Maybe next year-- his toes curl at the thought of being here next year, not entirely for happy reasons. Time doesn't move back home, but he still had to...]

He warned me about a lot of the stuff that happens here around Christmas too, like mistletoe and its properties. I'm glad I didn't get caught under any...

[forgiatura]

[ Mistletoe's far more interesting than ice sculptures, and he leans over with a grin. ]

You know, no one'd be able to blame you for kissin' a girl if it was just 'cause of a mistletoe.

[ hummn. His grin turns a little softer, fonder. ]

Last year — or last cycle, I guess, we actually got presents for Christmas. [ and his was dumb but it made him plenty happy anyway. ]

[subsultive]

[No one should blame him for kissing a girl anyway, he likes girls!]

What was yours?

[forgiatura]

A picture of all of us from Ashihara. [ He falls back on the roof, onto his arms, gets a better look at the fireworks and pretends it's less sentimental that way. ] I dunno how Bil figured it'd be a good idea but it made it with me through two apartments. Dunno where it went after I left.

[subsultive]

[Oh, that's-- unexpectedly sweet, and Luca edges closer and probably into blocking his view of the fireworks.] I'm sure it'll turn up if you look for it.

[Unless he doesn't want it.]

[forgiatura]

[ Yeah, he's blocking his view of the fireworks and damnit, Luca, Spada will be swatting him out of the way. ]

Seems like a 50/50 deal with whether or not your stuff disappears. Some people don't leave anything behind.

[ And with a little laugh: ]

'sides, what's the point of gettin' a picture when the gang's all here, right?

[ Barring Ricardo, but ... ]

[subsultive]

[What if he swats back? -- No, he won't, just take to laying back beside him and frown at the fireworks.]

... Yeah, I guess you're right. It'd be nice to have something from home though. Aside from friends, I mean.

[Maybe it's because they could disappear at any time - the Malnosso sending them back or whatever - but. Bluh, this is a bad line of thinking to a new year.]

[forgiatura]

[ Right on that train of thought ... ]

I guess it's somethin' the Mallies can't take away, huh? Maybe I'll go lookin' for it one of these days.

[ ... Well, they technically still could, but he doesn't see why. ]

[subsultive]

It'd really be a nice find.

[Luca's just overly sentimental, though. And he's kind of missing home again.]

[forgiatura]

[ And he considers that before grinning in Luca's direction. ]

Maybe I oughta hand it off to you.

[subsultive]

[Pbbhhbbtbbt he's been caught.]

I'd, um... I think I'd like that. If you wouldn't mind?