May the Best of your Todays be the Worst of your Tomorrows

[thespaceopera]

The morning of the final day of the year - called Last Eve - brings with it a soft, gentle chorus of bells. No matter what town or city you've found yourself in, the tradition is the same: a simple scale plays every hour throughout the day - a melodic, slow countdown to all the festivities to come tonight. People - especially children! - run through the streets ringing hand-held bells of their own, all in the name of good luck and best wishes for the upcoming year. Don't want to wait for the night to start the party? Don't worry! There's plenty to do all day long, too!


A ringing melody in the wind

You thought the festivals throughout the month were extravagant? Well, they're nothing compared to the parades today! Marching bands, performers, and dance crews show off routines they've been preparing for months, candy flies through the air for all of the parade-goers to catch and keep... The floats are elaborate and grand, with humongous shapes in bright colors. A lot of heart, soul, and expert craftsmanship went into these, and it shows. Some parades have set themes, others are just a representation of the towns that give them and what they've put together to share with everyone... but all of them are full of love, joy, and good luck wishes for the upcoming year. Maybe you're part of the parade - riding on a float, tossing out candy, singing or playing an instrument... or maybe you're just there to watch! No matter which way, it's going to be a good time.

The waters may be too cold to swim in, but that's why boats exist! Once the sun goes down, the natural glow of the water is even more breathtaking set against the black, starry skies -- and local tradition is to spend Last Eve out on the water in some way! From rowboats, paddle boats, and sailboats to motorized party boats with loudly blasting music and flashing lights, or huge luxury liners with all the fancy trimmings of fine dining and entertainment -- no matter what kind of boat you want, you're going to have a great time ringing in the new year on the water. Get your party boat on! Or, spend a romantic evening with your loved one on a crewed private charter! Or, row out on your own and meet up with other rowers. Bring snacks~ and a life vest - safety first!

The best part, though, isn't Last Eve... it's First Dawn. Once it gets closer and closer to midnight, and the bells begin to chime louder, and faster, and more jubilant... that's when the real light show begins.


Light up the skies!

Almost every inch of the night sky is covered in bright lights and brilliant hues as fireworks soar through the black. The breathtaking display reflects in the glowing waters, which seem to mimic all the colors back like a visual echo. And with the backdrop of the bells' song, this is how the new year comes to Libuscha IV.

So - Happy Last Eve, and Happy First Dawn. Enjoy your holiday, dear Fleet. ♥

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(( This post is a mingle for all of your New Year / Last Eve / First Dawn Celebration needs. Go forth and have fun! If you have any questions, don't hesitate to reach out to us. o7

And on a final note: Happy New Year, Drift Fleet. ♥! Thank you for spending your RP time with us. We're absolutely convinced that you're all the best players out there, and we love you for coming on this journey with us. May the next year be full of fun, happiness, and of course, some shenanigans~ ))

Comments

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[Tim will smile and fist bump Spiderman] Happy Space New Year. May we both get home sometime during it.

That stuff seems both strong and flexible. Do you just produce it? Is that why you're called Spiderman?

[mumbles]God, I miss my grapple gun.

[wallcrawler]

[He'll do his best to feign being absolutely scandalized by that line of questioning, jumping to his feet and taking a half step back with one hand over his heart. Something that might be a convincing performance physically, wasn't something he could completely sell verbally. But it was worth a shot.]

Hey now, I don't know what you've heard, but I don't go spilling all my super-secrets after one little rooftop chat! A spider's gotta have standards!

[Of course, now he's continuing to step away from Robin, and getting dangerously close to the edge in the process. One more step backward's all it takes for him to drop right off.

Granted, he's back in view a second later, leaning up over the ledge and most likely grinning like an idiot under the mask. No matter how often he does it now, it's still fun being able to walk around on walls like gravity just didn't apply to him.]

But nah, that's not why I'm called Spider-Man. Well, not the only reason. There's other ones. Y'know, spidery ones.

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[Tim will just raise an eyebrow at the dramatic overreaction to the question but he will rush forward when Spidey goes the edge.

Spider gets a glare for scaring him if only briefly.]

The sticking to walls things seems very spidery. You don't have to tell me all your super secrets but I am going to be curious and ask every question I have. What are you willing to tell me though?

[wallcrawler]

Just about everything a spider can, pal. And lemme tell ya, that made the whole superhero identity thing so much easier.

[Though he'll be polite now, and get back up on the roof for conversation's sake. Even if he does do it one-handed, vaulting over the ledge to stick a perfect landing and give an overly dramatic bow for his C-list at best Oscar-worthy performance.]

Wallcrawling, agility, spider strength- all the fun stuff, without any of the eating habits or pesky molting needs. Which is definitely an underrated perk. So, what'd you get out of the whole super-lottery? Aside from spare uniforms, apparently.

[Something he was probably going to be jealous of for, oh, probably forever.]

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

Everything a spider can hey? [He looks down at the web hammock.]

Please tell me that stuff doesn't come out of your butt. [He's teasing but he really wants the answer to be no]

No extra arms or eyes either I see?

And while I am a part of the cape and cowl community, I am not super as you're implying. I'm just human and the extra costumes are just a smart decision.

[wallcrawler]

Hey, it's Spider-Man, get it? One hundred percent home-grown human. Just with spider powers. Something I should probably start advertising on billboards or something, spare me a lot of headaches down the road...

[But he's getting sidetracked, and knows it.]

Wait, not super as in, no powers? Man, no wonder you need the extra suits!

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

You sound kinda young for a 'man' though but don't worry I get it. My world has Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman but we also have Superboy, Wondergirl and so on. You seem more like a Spiderboy

[He chuckles at the end of it, unable to stop.]

And no powers at all, just a huge amount of training and gadgets.

[wallcrawler]

Oh, yeah, because I'm deeeefinitely making the bad guys rethink their vocational choices as Spider-Boy.

[Not that...he's been particularly successful at that to begin with, but still.

Though he will be skittering across the rooftop to get a better look at Tim's belt at the mention of gadgets. He may not know what's inside, but come on, he's not stupid. And as a fellow utility belt aficionado, he definitely knows that's the first place you hide your goodies.]

Gadgets, you say? Like what, X-ray specs that actually work?

[Despite his earlier sarcasm, that question comes across as completely serious. A nerd's gotta nerd, after all.]

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

Hey, if you're good enough at your job there will at least be a deep sigh of annoyance? I mean they're all going to try to shoot or stab you anyway?

[Tim will see Spidey's interest and open up a couple to show that they're largely empty, snack related or bandages]

Sorry, they let me keep the suit but took pretty much everything else. I'll have to rebuild from the ground up.

But not x-ray as you might be thinking? We can do infrared and heat sensor and such but x-rays vision tends to be a Superman power.

[wallcrawler]

Y'know, personally I find the spiteful nicknames much more rewarding. They're way more forthcoming with those when they think they're dealing with somebody their own age.

[Granted, thwart them enough and they'd probably get frustrated enough to come up with some anyway, but he doesn't want to deal with kid gloves. It's bad enough he's overworked trying to handle the entirety of New York City on his own, the last thing he needs is a patronizing attitude from the bad guys.]

Dunno where you're gonna find the stuff you need to make anything that high tech- not like the waystations between systems ever have much besides a few vending machines, and some of the places we get hauled off to aren't exactly with the times even by 21st century Earth standards. Might be slim pickings for a while.

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[Tim will shrug] I've been doing this since I was thirteen and some of the villains do have soft spots for kids and I'll take any advantage I can get.

Also, there's an advantage to being underestimated.

And the gadgets are a work in progress I will admit but it gives me something to work on at least.

How did you come by your powers?

[wallcrawler]

Y'know I hear some kids that age just join the scouts. Maybe look into that.

[Not that he has room to talk, all things considered. It's at least some good-natured and lighthearted ribbing, he's in no place to judge Tim for his situation or his choices, and he knows it.]

As for the powers, it's pretty straightforward. Gene-spliced spider-slash-proof-of-concept lab experiment decided I was a threat and took a bite, and a gene-scrambling retrovirus took care of the rest.

[Straightforward. Right.]

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[Tim smirks] I guess I'm not some kid then?

Although I can now see the Justice Scouts being a thing for kids, learn self-defence, how to lasso things, shoot a bow and arrow, wearing a cape and all that.

[Tim nods along like that makes perfect sense, cause even in his world it would be plausible]

Your DNA must be fascinating to look at under a microscope.

[wallcrawler]

Well I mean, obviously. The wardrobe choices kinda spoil that one, pal. Not that I've got any room to judge!

[No kidding, considering he's the one running around in a laughably low-tech set of tights.]

And I'd prefer you not do that? Noooo peaking behind the metaphorical curtain for you- or, y'know, anyone else. It's a major invasion of my spectacular spidey-privacy, y'know! I get all bashful and protective when it comes to that sorta thing. One of me is enough, alright? I don't need anyone getting ahold of any blueprints, even otherwise well-meaning birds!

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

Calm down, I'm not going to suddenly attack you and stick you under a microscope. I was merely thinking out loud.

Have you had anyone have a look at your DNA before? to see how it compares to a baseline human?