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?

Comments

[crisisrain]

Well, what's he like? It's kinda hard ta track people down with just a name.

[lostinmyway]

Oh. Well, he's tall. [And when Grune describes someone like that....] And he has blond hair. It's very long and curly.

[Happy smile!] And he has pretty blue eyes.

[This is probably the most detailled, useful description Grune has ever given. That should tell you something.]

[crisisrain]

Pretty blue eyes and long, curly, blonde hair? You really are in love with this guy, huh?

[lostinmyway]

[It's something she's known for a long time, even if she never talks about it. But to hear someone else say it--that's different. It makes it more real, somehow.

Her smile softens.] Yes. That's right.

[crisisrain]

Men are a bit stupid, we don't realize when a girl likes us. The best thing ya can do right now would be ta tell him how ya feel.

[lostinmyway]

Do you think so?

[He doesn't act like he wants to be special someones. But maybe...maybe he doesn't think she wants to be either, the way Raven says.]

[crisisrain]

As long as ya don't come across as someone who's desperate, then I don't see why it ain't worth givin' a shot!

[Desperate women are... scary.]

[lostinmyway]

Desperate?

[crisisrain]

Uh... yeah I don't think ya have ta worry about that.

[lostinmyway]

Oh, all right. I won't.

[When she smiles at him, she seems much happier. She's definitely cheered up now.] Thank you very much, Raven! You've been a big help.

[In fact, she's so cheered up that there's a nice, soft hug coming your way.]

[crisisrain]

[He looks towards her, confused by her thanks.]

Eh? But I didn't do anythin'. Why are you thanking me?

[lostinmyway]

[Aaaaand hugtimes!]

Oh, because you helped me out, of course! That was very kind of you.

[crisisrain]

[As much as he would love hugs, he quickly pushes her away.]

Just tell him when yer ready too, don't feel rushed or anythin' like that.

[lostinmyway]

[That earns him a momentarily confused look--doesn't he like hugs? --but then she says:]

All right! I'll think of a very good time to tell him how I feel.