What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive?

[jackrackham]

The festivities at the City Hall feel far from civilized, and the general air of celebration carries with it a sense of unease. He'd been told to be prepared for something strange and possibly deadly to happen tonight. Eliot had said to be prepared for anything, so he and Anne had brought their swords. It feels both comforting and strange to have it at his hip again, especially when the power unexpectedly cuts out.

Instead of sticking around to see the ritual effigy-burning, they collectively decide to head towards the boardwalk and see if there is anything less likely to cause mayhem happening there. Jack buttons up the front of his coat as they walk. The night is crisp, but he's comfortable as they approach the ocean.

He points towards the south, then looks towards Eliot. "We arrived down that way. On the shore. Didn't you say that you arrived in the water?"

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[eliotwaugh]

Eliot's not quite sure what he's expecting to happen tonight, but he'd heard New Year's Eve talked about with superstitious dread by enough people that he feels comfortable abandoning the official festivities at City Hall to go looking for trouble.

Once they're away from the crowds, though, this feels less like an intrepid plan and more...a rather awkward social situation. Anne seems content to lurk and prowl, as he's gathered she just does, but it's still an off vibe for New Year's, and the only way Eliot knows to counter it is with a sort of nervous good humor.

"Oh," he scoffs a laugh, breath clouding in the air, "it was near the edge I guess but the main thing I remember is just utterly wiping out on the sand. Fell down face-first, it was awful, I think because of the momentum, I'd been climbing stairs just beforehand. But you two were...at sea?" He glances back at Anne, wanting to at least try to include her in the conversation.