Lovely day for the world's end, isn't it?

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The interior of Dybbuk's house was decked out in all manner of decorations. Save for an angelic figurine, they were not especially Christmassy but then Dybbuk had never celebrated the Christian holiday as a child. Even so, he still harboured fond memories of the season because of it's closeness to Hanukkah.

In the early morning, he sticks his nose beyond the doorpost for what must be the first time in weeks.

"I'd expected more of a display," he said aloud to no one in particular. He remembered today's date.

[ooc: I will format this entry in the Jester's distinctive html style later.]

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"It's a bit dull, isn't it?"

He'd remembered the day only after a frustrating half-day of teaching/circling apartment ads in the Trump, and now he was collapsed, conveniently enough, in front of Dybbuk's house on the Green.

"You'd expect the world to end with less of a whimper."