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[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

Mercutio's had a pretty exciting year. He's been killed, for one thing. It's kind of an event.

He's writing his New Year's Resolutions (once the idea was explained to him, he was rather keen on it), with much frowning. He has a blotch of ink on his nose. Of course.

He's only got as far as:

1. Do more handstands.

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"You have ink on your nose," Gorlim points out. "It looks good. What are you writing?"

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"I do?"

His hand automatically goes up to rub it off, but he pauses, and pulls it back.

"Good. I am writing my wishes for the New Year."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"If you have not got ink on your face, you are not writing properly," Gorlim says. "It must be a very good wish."

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"Exactly."

He grins.

"No, so far I have only resolved to do more handstands. I am stuck."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"That's a good resolution!" Gorlim says approvingly. "So you're supposed to decide things, on the eve of the new year?"

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sits near him, holding a book, and leans over to make sure the blotch isn't anything harmful.

"Poetry?" he guesses.

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"It could be."

Mercutio nods.

"But it is mostly my decisions for the new year."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Your decisions? Can I see?"

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"Can you read Veronan?"

He grins.

"I only have one so far, at any rate."

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog is not reading over his shoulder. Not at all. Regardless of the fact the writing looks vaguely familiar, though she still can't understand it.

"More poetry?"

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

He laughs.

"You are the second to ask me. Nay, my New Year's Resolutions."

[cywyllog]

She furrows her brow. "Resolutions?"

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"Decisions. To shape the year ahead."

He gestures to a chair.

"I have decided to do more handstands."

[namo]

Námo takes notice of the man, and the ink on his nose.

"Greetings again," he says from his own seat a table over.

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"Good day."

He nods. Not hostilely, but a little coolly.

[namo]

"You seem in far better spirits since we last met," he points out with an elegantly raised eyebrow.

Of course, so was Lee.

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"Lee no longer says it is none of my business whether he loves you or not."

A slow shrug and even slower smile.

"And yourself?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Figuring now she's Bound Paige should really make more of an effort to introduce herself she wonders over on her way to the party (http://www.livejournal.com/users/red_as_rose/1558.html).

She's wearing a long red dress (http://editorial.gettyimages.com/source/search/details_pop.aspx?iid=52954819&cdi=0) and drinking a glass of deit coke, she doesn't plan on drinking until sometime later.

"Hey," she says softly with a smile

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"God gi' ye good e'en."

He nods.

"That is a... dramatic dress."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

She nods and smiles, "I don't get to go out much back home, you think it's too much?" she asks

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"It depends on what it is for."

He smiles.

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard is bored, curious, and vaguely recognizes Mercutio. He recognizes him enough to remember that he was good with swords, and can't help but hope he doesn't feel like using one today.

The paper is given a curious glance. "Working on something?"

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

The glance that returns it is hard.

"Are you planning to kill anyone?"

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard holds up his hands in a placating gesture. "The whole bug thing was cured months ago. I haven't tried to eat anybody since. I have defended myself, but that's kinda different."

[singlesoledjest.livejournal.com]

"Indeed."

He relaxes a little.

"Just so you know, I will kill you, this time. If you do ttack me."