The City of Emillion

Who: Drake, Wil, Merri, Ari and Altair
What: Moose hunting
Where: In the woods
When: Picking up in the afternoon on Sunday, ending Monday evening
Rating: PG
Status: Complete~

( One of these days, he was really going to learn to keep his mouth shut about being bored. )

Who: Merrion and Wil
What: Merri needs a distraction
Where: Bazaar District, then the Docks
When: Late morning
Rating: PG?
Status: Incomplete

( There is life outside your apartment/the tower... )

Who: Ari and Wil
What: Emillionnet can't live without Wil, Ari decides
Where: Ari's place
When: Two hours earlier than he was supposed to show up
Rating: PG-13...ish
Status: Complete!
( People will say the dumbest things in a public forum! )

Who: Open to everyone!
What: Founders Festival Ball.
When: The final evening of the Festival.
Where: Sackheim Inn.
Rating: PG (? - If an interaction starts going above this please mark such in the subject line.)
Status: Open.
OOC Notes: This is the last event, on the final night of the Founders Festival. Feel free to have fun but keep in mind there is security present and willing to boot people out of the event!

( The rise and fall of live instrumentals can be heard before even stepping a foot inside the entry way of the Sackheim Inn. )

Who: Captain Wilcar, Stone, Altair, Ari, Siana
What: Spelunking for Secrets
Where: The sewers of Emillion
When: During the fireworks - night
Rating: Mild Violence, some curses I'm sure. I don't think there'll be any banging, but, well, Siana can get pretty wild after a fight (allegedly...)
Status:Uh-mazing...and complete

The signal was the cheering of the crowds. Soft feet swept through remnants of ticker tape, hugged the strings of their instruments, strapped weaponry to their sides and covered with blasers and capes. The sun sunk behind clouds, inching towards the horizon, coloring the world in rose and violet. In growing shadow, a dark silhouette stood, cape blowing in the breeze. Wil was a notable figure, giant tall and broad of shoulder, the tattered linen cape fairly wrapped around him twice and falling to near tatters around his knees. Stormwind, his heavy-spear rifle, was slightly taller than him and held to his back by a massive leather strap that crossed his chest, right shoulder to left hip. It's tip crowned with a large, dull halberd end, deadly sharp and clean.

To meet, they would converge on him at the corner of a nondescript bridge, home to any number of sweet water vendors. They would enter before true darkness fell and emerge, hopefully, as the sky was filled with brightly colored flashes. Like they all would, he hoped, he had a bundle of a second cape ready for hiding and was prepared to burn his first. It was a good practice for underhanded work. Also good practice if you had little to no motivation to ever get a piece of linen free from whatever lichen and grossness existed in the sewers. His boots, however, he would have to see about.
( To the sewers! )

Who: Wilcar and Stone
What: Plotting
Where: Rooftop vegetable garden
When: Dusk
Rating: Some adult language
Status: Complete!

Even his fucking fingers were restless. The girl brought him something he desperately needed. Wil was no fool, so he wasn't about to let her know, but if what she said was the real deal, then his plans could be jumping forward at a chocobo's pace. ( No chances were being taken. )

Who: Merrion, Peony, Wilcar, Riyeko
What: Teatime!
Where: A teahouse
When: Today, late afternoon
Rating: PG13, for mild drug usage
Status: Complete

( Gentle harp melodies floated above the quiet bustle of the teahouse, the patrons engaging in polite conversation as they were served their tea and snacks. )