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Starts rolling out massive barrels of pickles which have been curing in the basement for many months. Double-secret extra strength rum is pulled from the sub-dungeons. Stages are set up for bands. The lawn is cleared for picnics. Essential supplies for all merrymaking are made available.

But the party doesn't start. Instead, there is just a sense of anticipation. There is a moment of quiet and waiting for what ever secret signal there will be which will kick off the celebrations...