Emillion Communications Network

Anyone know of anywhere that's open that sells clothes? The few shops I go to are nice piles of rubble.

[ Cian ]
Loch is moving in for a while. No security needed.

[ Ran ]
Sorry this is coming late, but I hear you're the one that I have to thank for not kicking the bucket. Thanks, I owe you. Name's Aisling Wilde.

[ Miles ]
Hopefully marriage hasn't killed you.

You okay? Tell me you didn't get your ass walloped being a hero, Ash.

[ Cian ]
You found Ash?

[ Lionel ]
[...........] Guess I owe you one, Lionel. But no hugs

[ Miles ]
Hope you're
Lionel said
Heard Norwood tied the knot, so I'm guessing you're up and about again.

Whoever says clinic food isn't delicious simply isn't aware it's an acquired taste. Sometimes, the chicken tastes like chicken, when it doesn't taste like pigeon.

a note left on Cian's nightstand, early morning:

Headed out for a little while. Don't worry - I'll come back. Even took the meds with me.
-Aisling

may faram bless us all on this most solemn sunday,
and many well-wishes offered to all & sundry!

as our shared city seeks out reconstruction,
we in the bards guild work to aid in efforts.
should any find themselves within the theatre district,
i entreat thee to make note of nearest donation stalls.
whatever may be spared for those in need ofc,
we would certainly be glad to re-disperse.

[Councils.]

i will insist no hesitation on your parts,
should you seek to request further aid!
a difficult time this shall certainly prove.

[Thieves Guild.]

& in consideration of wealth/goods,
please do keep the council thus apprised,
of all damages incurred by the assault.
as busy as we are of late i would entreat also,
please relay messages to the spymaster to myself.

[Lena.]

[...] a word to you?

Anyone seen the princess Aisling?

[Ash]

Fuck's sake, princess, answer already.

[Fee]

Going to hope your luck was better than mine.

[Siri]

[....................................................] You alive, prophetess?

[ Loch & Miles ]
You two better fucking be alive or I'll fucking kill you myself.

[ Cian ]
Lost Neil in the chaos. At Ruby. Luck better be on your side.

[ Mathieu & Reinholdt ]
Attack seems to have originated at the Tower. Storehouses in Commoner's are wiped.

[Cian]

Something is not right.

[CIAN]
Does etiquette decree that you owe me dinner or something now? Loser.

[MAG]
Congratulations; it was good flying.

[AUDREY]
So I accidentally won a stuffed Moogle in one of those shooting games at the festival. Care for it?

[RIYEKO]
A breakthrough. I'm pleased to announce that I've found your man.

[Theo]

Question.

[Caspar & Rictor]

I'm looking for something. Help me look.

[Cian]

I'll see you soon.

Ah, Founders. Cheap alcohol, rides and food. I'm down.

[ Loch ]
Same as every year, yeah? This year I want pistachio.

[ Cian ]
You going to the ball?

[ Miles ]
Break a leg tomorrow.

Another festival, I'm so excited.

[ CIAN. ]
We should meet again before I bag myself a mangy cat. No complications on your end?

[ MILES, unsent. ]
Enjoy your fucking fake wedding

With Founders' coming up, was wondering if anyone knew whether there'd be any good sales. I've got some gil to burn.

[ Loch ]
Why the hell do people seem to think I want to be in charge?

[ Miles ]
Anything coming up for the merry women? Think we could

[ Cian ]
Meeting was last night. Nothing worth your time.

[ Ofelia ]
Got a request for you if you ain't swamped.

[Cian]

I know how she speaks and how she-

Who would have known?

Hap
Happy bi
Why the fu

Happy birthday, Ci. Here's to another year. [......] Look on your roof.

You drink a lot.

Hangover cures. Ideas welcome. Don't want to ask the fucking white mage.

[ Loch & Miles ]
You guys got time to swing by? I need to ask you something.

[ Lena ]
Sorry about last night. Something came up and I didn't have time to give you a heads up. Everything's fine; should be in tonight. At least, I think everything is

[ Cian ]
Sleep it o
Sorry for ta
I'll buy you mor
I'm seriously regre

Take it easy today, yeah?

I'd ask if we can all resolve to have fewer near-death experiences this year, but that'd be optimistic. Here's to surviving another year, I guess.

[High Stakes Group]

New year, new schedule. Next game's Aries 8th, Docks warehouse. Start at 11:30pm.

[Ash]

Marek won't be bothering you again, [...] Any more trouble since the last bit got cleared up?

Also, I've got something for you.

[Riyeko]

I need something made, but I'm not sure it's viable, since I've never seen one before. Essentially: some kind of door or window scanner that emits magic. Doesn't have to be much - just enough to clear Vanish. Think it's doable?

[Fee]

Got an assignment for you, if you're interested in something a little out of the norm.

[Siri]

You interested in another flight sometime soon? Might not be as exciting as our last one.

[Aud]

Looking forward to your engagement party, tiny. You going to put on a show for us?

[late afternoon][Ash]

The stars will be bright tonight but not yours. There is a long way you can still fall.

[added later; mid-evening]

[Cian]

There are rats under the floorboards, gnawing.

Another wonderful day in Emillion, how is everyone doing today?

[Men]

Right then, now that that delightful holiday is done I'll be glad never to see flowers until next year. Nothing wrong with flowers, mind you, just all the women expecting something. Pain in the ass.