OOC Note: Open to politicians, celebrities, royalty, the wealthy, and the influential, etc. etc.
The first day of the galactic calendar represented new beginnings. A fresh start. Renewal. Tabula rasa. One of the galaxy's most widely recognized holidays, it was an occasion for families, friends, and—in tonight's case—perhaps neither friends nor family to commemorate and reflect on the year that had passed while looking to the year that lay ahead. It was a celebration of the passage of time, and yet every year when the clock struck twelve and Reyna stared up at the sky and its infinite number of stars, she would swear that time stood still.
Ord Mantell's capital city, Worlport, stood ready to ring in the new year, situated at the foothills of its largest mountains and plains that stretched for as far as the naked eye could see. It wasn't the casinos or the illicit gambling destinations that drew Princess Reyna to the city but a ball being thrown by the Governor of the planet.
At the stroke of midnight, hundreds of thousands of people would gather outside on their porches and balconies to watch the yearly fireworks display, while others would rush to the center of the capital, to watch the time ball drop in the main square. Still others would be too inebriated to realize it was midnight, and perhaps they had the right idea. Inside the ballroom of the governor's mansion, confetti and red and gold balloons would fall from the ceiling on those attendees that opted to remain indoors.
Reyna stood at the top of the stairwell in a floor length evening gown, one of the first to arrive. A few other guests had already begun to filter in, and the whole evening lay ahead of them. Drinking, dancing. The possibilities were endless.
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