Should auld acquaintance be forgot... (SECOND MIRROR)
If you had been upstairs in the Compound or in the Hub at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so instantaneous that it seemed almost as though they might have been there all along. In the kitchen, the tables and counters were filled with food and drink typically unheard of on the island, all the trappings of a perfect New Year's party. The bar in the Hub was suddenly well-stocked with every imaginable libation and party snack.
Once again, the island had seen fit to make a change that, while likely temporary, could be appreciated by most everyone.
[OOC: This is the THIRD of your NYE party posts! Please see the post in Slated before tagging in. The first two NYE party posts should have no further top level tags.]
Once again, the island had seen fit to make a change that, while likely temporary, could be appreciated by most everyone.
[OOC: This is the THIRD of your NYE party posts! Please see the post in Slated before tagging in. The first two NYE party posts should have no further top level tags.]