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[emmyclaire]

Not overly fond of ranch-style homes, the house on Hobson street had still offered enough promise that Emmeline had purchased it after only two viewings. It was new enough that there was very little trouble to modify it for her needs - a central sanctum to house her more rare and somewhat eyebrow-raising artifacts and books, only accessible by a hidden panel in her bedroom closet - and the land that came with it, an extra lot behind the house itself, was the real draw. While her brother had come for a visit and helped to modify her home, the two greenhouses she had erected behind the house had required a professional touch, and had taken more than two months before they were ready for use, longer still before they were producing anything of note. But with time, top notch irrigation, and a touch of elemental magick, Emmy was growing her own plants for use in the store and in her own work.

There was a chill in the morning air but it was still balmy inside the greenhouses, and Emmy hummed softly to herself as she inspected the jasmine and honeysuckle she had recently re-potted. She had decided upon waking that she would not open the shop today and instead spend the time with her plants, and had left a handpainted sign on her front door reading "In the Greenhouse" for anyone that might come calling.

She smiled. The honeysuckle was doing well enough that she would need to add a trellis soon to allow it to expand; she wondered if it would play nice enough with the moonflower that they could share.

"You are such a lovely little thing," she said fondly, and leaned forward to take a deep breath of the sweet fragrance it produced.

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New Year's @ the Dive!

[birthright_npc]

The Dive, which was prone to a gritty atmosphere, had been transformed for New Year's festivities. A rotating disco ball hung above the crowd, as well as a web of streamers. Colorful lights lit the stage for its five-band line-up, which began with a local cover band and then transitioned to new wave, punk, synthpop, and glam rock acts, all staples of the year in music.

By 11:15 p.m., the crowd was slap-happy and drunk, thanks to happy hour prices on drinks and $1 Jell-o shots. The patio smelled like barbecuing meat and nacho cheese. Merchandise for the Dive and the bands moved quickly.

The world was halfway through the decade and antsy for the second half to begin.

The Fraying Nerves were wrapping up a five-song set and about to clear the stage for the Death Spirals, a band whose hairstyles were a fire hazard.

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New Year's @ the Strip!

[birthright_npc]

The festivities on the Las Vegas strip were your basic police nightmare. A mile-long stretch of the boulevard was blocked off to traffic so that revelers could stagger drunkenly down the middle of the street. Food trucks and street vendors sold pizza, cheese steaks, popcorn, cotton candy, and plastic cups full of beer. Some sold pre-mixed margaritas and daiquiris. At each major intersection, a stage showcased performers and music pumped from speakers mounted on the light posts.

It didn't seem to matter that it was December in the desert. There was plenty of body heat to go around.

At midnight, several large screens would broadcast a countdown before fireworks lit the sky.

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