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Merope fidgeted uncertainly in front of the wishing tree, his talons clicking on the floor as he stared at the card in his hands. He chewed on his half lip as he thought, torn by indecisiveness. At last he shook his head and scribbled something down, tying it to the tree before retreating in embarrassment.

Dear Wishing Tree:
I wish to have some more friends TO SINK SHIPS with
From: Merope

Merope moved towards the spinner game, hanging back to watch it and those that spun it.

Serafina was naturally going to go to the New Years' Party. After all, there might be people doing interesting things she could spy on ... She didn't really have anyone to spend the day with, and in a lot of ways she was okay with that--in others she wasn't, but that wasn't the point--so she might-as-well check in on what others were doing, right?

Fiddling with her dress, Serafina moved past the reaper standing in the doorway and made her way towards the ... oddly unoccupied tables. Curious, Serafina glanced underneath them, trying to see if they were hiding something from her sight.

Nothing.

Huh.

Shrugging, Serafina instead decided to sit herself on the table, swinging her legs above the ground as she looked around. She recognized some of the faces from previous gatherings, or even those House Games from a small while ago, but didn't really know anyone here personally. At least, not yet. It was admittedly still fairly early, wasn't it? The crowd was fairly thin at this point.

But that didn't make them any less interesting when it came to people watching, and her blues flickered over what was happening in front of her.

Angeline was having a meltdown over clock related festivities.

She was so there even if her head was full of pressure from her internal clock having a field day with all of the gears creaking to such a critical point in the year.

And she had no idea where she was.

Again.



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Shehk was waiting for her date okay.



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Tomoko was also there being Tomoko send help she's being desu.



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Sura was hard to miss and was looking for any of her little ladies because being social was important or something.





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Invi hated the new year. That's exactly why he was there, of course.

Even though he might have been plotting suffering.

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Anybody who Pach plays and is missing is somewhere really and would be found if she was quoted to it.

The scent of water had drawn Llyr towards the blue skinned boil, looking as vague and out of place as ever in his undersized shirt and oversized pants. He stood beside the other in that awkward much-too-close-for-personal-comfort stage and peered at him through bright blue eyes.

And said absolute nothing.

All the JOY had been.... suffocating. Annoying. Agsilved had taken a sharp exit on stage left for that, locking herself away from the snow--water. In a delayed reaction form. Why?--in the comfort of her dorm. Going to the New Year's party, however... well. It had been enough motivation to drag herself back out into socializing. Away from her desk, papers and books. She'd even taken the time to put quite a few more braids in her hair, shortening her locks considerably due to the various knots she'd twined the braids in at the back of her skull. It was fun to change things up a little. If only for her own amusement as she slipped into the growing crowd.

The song that blasted into her ears made her head tilt, tail swaying a bit more with the beat. The closer she got to the food tables, the louder the music vibrated through her body. One clawed fingure twirled and played with one of her smaller braids, tugging it over her shoulder as she peered over the offered selection.

Or rather would have, if someone else wasn't already in the middle of scarffing it all down. Her upper lip curled, fangs flashing briefly before she settled. It was time for a new year. Even her people celebrated the end of the old and birth of the new. She had it in her to at least be... civil. Let go of what was about to be the past. "Why take a plate when you can take a whole table?" Her violet gaze shot to and fro over the offending reptilian boil. Dark skin, blue scales. Her interest peaked despite herself, own tail flicking over the floor to see him sporting one of his own. Thick scales. The fins along his head furrowed her brow a little. What was he?





Slowly, gradually, Neithan was growing accustomed to getting out and being around others. Walking into the auditorium now didn't make him spark and stiffen quite as much as walking among others had when he'd first awoken within the town. Moving carefully through those gathered, and slipping just past the door, the balrog came to linger by the unoccupied tables. His fiery gaze lingered on them briefly before turning to the groups forming and offered activities. Nothing especially jumped out at him--though he did c**k his head slightly to the tree by the stage--and his wings were tucked close to his back. He could hear familiar voices coming from the pile of pillows, but for the moment...

Golden tattooed arms flexed and crossed over his chest, more lines and knots of gold somewhat visible under his loose cream shirt. With each pound of the music, his brow furrowed just a little more. He wasn't particuarly keen to get closer to the source, whatever it was. It was... not his tastes, apparently. Could he just stand here and watch the whole time? Yes. Yes actually, he could. Wasn't sure what else he'd enjoy doing here.

Shun shrugged lightly at Spinar. He enjoyed music in general, but not all types. But, there was the matter of food. Perhaps he could grab something light, then make his way out. When the two went off to enjoy the party, he placed his hands into his pockets and made his way over to the food table to see what they had there. It looked like they had a fair assortment of different snacks and the like, here.

The reaper grabbed a small plate and went on to pick up a couple of things.

It was getting rather chaotic, and then Lou opened his mouth, and Yin tried to keep his shut. His claws however were twitching, itching for battle, not for any slander against himself of course, but for the rather crass way he was talking about and to the ghouls. The only thing that stopped him was that it was a party, one that Alexander had been working hard on, and the fact that the ghouls did not seem to be offended. But he was watching Lou. He was always watching.

He was listening to everyone's resolutions, and trying to come up with one of his own, when Miss Amphitrite stated that she would like to dance. With him. He gulped and nodded slightly, only to be saved by Miss Amrita. He owed her. He owed her big time, whether or not she knew it.

Instead of focusing on that he finally, belatedly, came up with his resolution. Or two, but who could ever stick with one? "I would very much like to graduate," he admitted. That would require him to actually buckle down and work on his schoolwork, and seek out his mother for additional mentoring so that he would hopefully be a useful member of the workforce after graduation, so it was anyone's guess when that would actually happen. His eyes then slid over to Alexander, and his face heated up slightly as he mumbled "and I would like to make sure the ceremony to go well." If that was even this year. All he really knew at this point was that the actual ceremony was growing out of proportion with every conversation he overheard about it.

"I hope everyone's resolution's turn out."

Except for Lou's. Lou's could never come true and Yin would be happy.

Soren preferred isolation. He also preferred the presence of Neru, no one, other horsemen, and miscellaneous plants and animals over the company of students or Halloween citizens. There were a few that were fun to toy with, but overall they were nothing he enjoyed. So far as going to their New Years party, the idea was ludicrous.

So why he was there was anyone's guess, but he quickly used height to his advantage to find any sort of familiar face. Horses belonged in herds after all. Brushing past the refreshments table to grab a drink he made his way to Invi, trying to remember what he knew about the Conquestian. If he recalled this one had a preference for students or something, he wasn't really sure, and he wasn't going to stress out over it. He grunted something unintelligible, most likely a greeting, and stood next to the other stallion.

Fun. He was obviously having it.