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iwillcatchup) wrote2018-12-31 08:00 am
iwillcatchup) wrote2018-12-31 08:00 am
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New Years' Around the World ((prose))
Peter was standing among a small crowd on Tonga, a spectacular island country in the Pacific Ocean. The festive vigor and the spirit exudes from every nook and cranny of the wonderful island. And excitement was in the air.
The countdown was on.... 10... 9... 8... Peter took a quick selfie of himself waiting for the New Year to be celebrated. 7... 6... 5.... He grabbed some exotic island treats and placed them in a basket. 4... 3... 2... 1... He watched with a smile as people celebrated together. Hugged each other. Some couples kissing each other.
In a flash, he was in New Zealand, where he was able to tour around the country for an hour, before they too started the count-down towards New Years. Again he took another selfie of himself. And grabbed some local cuisine. And watched people celebrate, hug, and kiss.
Next, he was in Australia, and watched the major fireworks display at Sydney Harbour with the Opera House and Harbour Bridge providing a spectacular backdrop. Another selfie. Another sampling of local cuisine for his gift basket.
And then he was in Hong Kong, where he watched fireworks illuminate the stunning Victoria Harbour. And he took a moment to gather with the crowds at the Star Ferry Pier for some theater, dance and circus performances. He took another selfie, more local cuisine for his gift basket, and watched people celebrate, hug and kiss.
Next, he was in Bangkok, taking a selfie at the CentralWorld Plaza during the celebrations. And from there he was in Napal, getting a great selfie on top of the mountains.
When he reached Dubai, he ran up the Burj Khalifa, one of the most attention-grabbing skyscrapers, to watch the festivities from above the crowds. And for another amazing selfie.
His next destination was Moscow, where he celebrated New Years' at the Historic Red Square, enjoying a very cold, but visually appealing settings for a New Years' Eve fireworks display. From Moscow, he zipped down to Greece, and from there to Cape Town in Africa, and then up to Paris and then London. Every stop he took another selfie, more exotic food and cuisine for his gift basket. And every stop he watched as people celebrated together, hugged, and kissed.
He crossed the ocean to celebrate New Years' at Copacabana Beach in Rio de Janeiro. Then of course he had to go back to American soil to watch the New Year's ball drop in Time Square at New York city. (And got a really nice and close selfie with the ball itself, before being spotted by anyone).
He headed north to watch Niagara Falls get lighted for the annual New Years' ceremonies. Then he headed across country to catch New Year's from a top the Stratosphere Tower in Las Vegas. Placed a few bets. Grabbed more selfies.
Next, he headed up to Alaska, and then down to celebrate New Years' in Hawaii. And then he ended the really full day by celebrating the last New Year's countdown in American Samoa.
Settled for the night, Peter sent some of his best selfies to his closest friends. As he watched the last countdown 10... 9... 8... 7... He watched as people hugged again. Kissed again. 6... 5... 4... And sent the now full gift basket of exotic treats to Steve Rogers. 3... 2... 1...
The countdown was on.... 10... 9... 8... Peter took a quick selfie of himself waiting for the New Year to be celebrated. 7... 6... 5.... He grabbed some exotic island treats and placed them in a basket. 4... 3... 2... 1... He watched with a smile as people celebrated together. Hugged each other. Some couples kissing each other.
In a flash, he was in New Zealand, where he was able to tour around the country for an hour, before they too started the count-down towards New Years. Again he took another selfie of himself. And grabbed some local cuisine. And watched people celebrate, hug, and kiss.
Next, he was in Australia, and watched the major fireworks display at Sydney Harbour with the Opera House and Harbour Bridge providing a spectacular backdrop. Another selfie. Another sampling of local cuisine for his gift basket.
And then he was in Hong Kong, where he watched fireworks illuminate the stunning Victoria Harbour. And he took a moment to gather with the crowds at the Star Ferry Pier for some theater, dance and circus performances. He took another selfie, more local cuisine for his gift basket, and watched people celebrate, hug and kiss.
Next, he was in Bangkok, taking a selfie at the CentralWorld Plaza during the celebrations. And from there he was in Napal, getting a great selfie on top of the mountains.
When he reached Dubai, he ran up the Burj Khalifa, one of the most attention-grabbing skyscrapers, to watch the festivities from above the crowds. And for another amazing selfie.
His next destination was Moscow, where he celebrated New Years' at the Historic Red Square, enjoying a very cold, but visually appealing settings for a New Years' Eve fireworks display. From Moscow, he zipped down to Greece, and from there to Cape Town in Africa, and then up to Paris and then London. Every stop he took another selfie, more exotic food and cuisine for his gift basket. And every stop he watched as people celebrated together, hugged, and kissed.
He crossed the ocean to celebrate New Years' at Copacabana Beach in Rio de Janeiro. Then of course he had to go back to American soil to watch the New Year's ball drop in Time Square at New York city. (And got a really nice and close selfie with the ball itself, before being spotted by anyone).
He headed north to watch Niagara Falls get lighted for the annual New Years' ceremonies. Then he headed across country to catch New Year's from a top the Stratosphere Tower in Las Vegas. Placed a few bets. Grabbed more selfies.
Next, he headed up to Alaska, and then down to celebrate New Years' in Hawaii. And then he ended the really full day by celebrating the last New Year's countdown in American Samoa.
Settled for the night, Peter sent some of his best selfies to his closest friends. As he watched the last countdown 10... 9... 8... 7... He watched as people hugged again. Kissed again. 6... 5... 4... And sent the now full gift basket of exotic treats to Steve Rogers. 3... 2... 1...
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So he's in the Clubhouse, coffee on, with a radio on that's tuned to a station on his own world. His PINpoint is in front of him, volume high, in case someone texts or calls, and he's got his sketchbook open, pencils set out next to him. There's a loose gesture sketch of a man running on the page, but he's not happy with it and no further inspiration is forthcoming, so he's just sitting, listening, spinning a pencil between his fingers when there's a familiar POP of displaced air and a basket lands on the counter beside him.
...what the hell? He's on his feet in a second, looking around to see if anyone's there before he reaches out to take the handle of it, tugging it closer to see what's in it.
Gifts. Edible gifts. Steve is super-confused right about now, but pleasantly so.
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