Emillion Communications Network

Got your safeguard at the office. You can come pick it up whenever, just let me know.

[ Riv ]
You get invited to the engagement party this weekend?

[ Miles ]
What would milord like as an engagement gift?

[ Lena ]
Heard some rumblings about illegal cargo coming in through the Aerodrome before the end of the month. The hume kind of illegal cargo.

What have you resolved, Ivalicians? I'm always interested by the fact most New Year's determinations seem to be about deprivation and restraint. One never sees more than a handful of people resolving to 'try new things.' For example.

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.

Congrats to the happy couple. Gonna be a hell of a party.

[ Miles ]
Seriously? Audrey? How much she paying you?

[ Audrey ]
Want me to make sure you have prettier hair at your wedding than the groom? He's fightin' in the Ring.

[ Cian ]
Hear about
You planning on
Fuck th

Ran into your new friend at Church last weekend.

[ Loch ]
I think I might need you to knock me upside the fucking head.

I hate this word with the fire of a thousand suns, but I have a favor to ask.

[ CIAN. ]
I've an idea to keep the ship in the city for an extra week or two. I'll keep you updated. [....] And thanks again. This means a

[ AUDREY, unsent. ]
Cong You Fuck

[ MILES. ]
Am I actually coming to your fucking wedding?

( You've got mail! )

I take my hat off to you, ladies and gentlemen who fought yesterday to ward off disaster yet again. Thanks for your efforts, as always.

[ Thieves' Guild ]
Glad I ain't caught the heroism bug yet. Must be something in the water. Spotted even a few of our own bards sporting bandages galore. Hear it was cold as fuck out there, too.

[ Miles & Tom ]
And a little birdie tells me you two became accidental heroes. Hope your completely legal cargo didn't catch fire, and you didn't freeze your balls off, etc.

[ Damia ]
This birthday tradition of yours, the one where you punch people. Think I could borrow it for an evening? I'll return it intact, pinky promise.

[ Ash ]
For my thirty-first birthday I get to suffer through a dull-as-fuck family lunch. Come save me, I'll even swoon for you.

While it is nice to see people so [...] comfortable, why are we not thinking about the prolonged visit of the Duchess here? Not that guests aren't nice but really, how much could we really need?

Maybe the city has suffered more than we're allowed to see.

I'm gettin' real sick and tired of people trying to pull the same bullshit on me. You'd think they'd come up with a few new tricks. Next person tries to use crowded areas as an excuse to grab my ass for free is gonna find themselves in a clinic somewhere.

[ Cian ]
Heard a rumor about someone thinking of trying to make a grab at one of the warehouses. Sounded like he had an insider. Civ named Caius.

[ TG Council minus Reinholdt ]
Got some info about that debacle a few months back with Conti. Not sure if you're still looking into it or not.

[ Miles ]
I swear to fucking Faram if one more person tries to off me, I'm gonna find a black mage and mimic the fuck out their high leveled spells.

[ Loch ]
Fucker was offed before I could get to him.

And what is the gossip for today? Has anything interesting and unusual occurred that we might make note of, the articles in the morning's newspaper regretfully lacking in insight as they were?

I understand, or have been told, that the day of Saint Namorados has preoccupied most minds. Forgiveness then, for the pursuit of other, gentler affairs—if we may so call love a gentle thing.

Heads-up to those feeling less than festive on this day: down at the docks we have managed to repel the invasion of pink paper hearts and love ballads and are continuing to hold the line. Should anybody feel the need to take refuge.

[ Ofelia ]
Thanks for the info again. Expect I'll be otherwise engaged this evening, but you'll have your payment in the morning.

[ Ash ]
All better now, I hope. Need anything, let me know.

Noble scuttlebutt is about some rich beauty of a Duchess come down from the north. Think she's open to any dalliances while she's here? Those deep coffers would certainly be a bit of a prize.

[Shortly after this. SORRY FOR THE BACKDATING, I HAD TO WAIT UNTIL WE LOGGED THIS]

I'm taking any and all recommendations for the best plumbers, contractors, and window installation in Emillion. References, please.


[LIONEL]
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How big is the place where you're st
Do you have an extra roo

I hate women.

[DAMIA]
So I have a bit of a tale for you, involving all the disasters that beset me upon leaving your apartment.

[RHYS & TOM]
I don't care if you're still hungover from New Year's Eve -- we're going drinking this week, and you have no choice in the matter.

backdated to 1/12, the day after this

Got a new lead for you, Ofelia.

There's a guy I want you to investigate. Last couple times I went to see Ash I noticed him hanging around near the house. If he's a tail, he's the worst tail ever, but I wanna know who he works for. Yesterday I saw him and tailed him. Warehouse 108-B, near Fleetpurse Row in the Tenements. No guarantee it's linked to the backer, but the guy's pissing me off.

Can't draw faces worth shit, but I can describe him to you. Got time for a meeting sometime this week?

Belated thanks to the amazing performers at the Faram's Mass Gala and to all those who attended.

[A. CERELIA, M. BAINES, & F. SASAKI], [C. WILDE], and [L. LEMACH] separately.
No especial news from my end. Any activity I ought know of in the Courts this Capricorn?

[FUMI & MILES.]
Could do with a break from the fam work.

No more front lawns that look like Faram's Mass hurled all over them, what a disappointment. I will be crying into my pillow for the days to come.

[ MILES. ]
Are you

lionel, lex, rictor.
We have begun to implement the procedure. You are both well, I pray?

peony.
14 confirmed cases, 5 in critical condition, around a dozen more suspected. I suppose it is too much to hope that the clinics have fared any better.

loch.
It would seem your suspicions have come to pass.

vera.
Your condition, Vera?

cian, later.
You as well then?

Got two sleepy ladies waiting for you in the office. Payment as previously agreed.

My fine friends! My fantastic familiars!

With warm and welcoming arms I graciously greet each and every one of you! In an astounding addition to such warm welcomes, I offer the following fabulous proposal:

Any particularly prettily dressed damsel or dashingly debonair fellow who can meet the appropriately applied dress code for the following wondrous winter ball that I shall host, shall consider this their official invite for my grand gala!


[Thieves Guild.]

Ohoho~!

I extend a hilariously heartfelt proposal to you all. We are about to play a grand game and the ridiculous rules shall be as follows:

Any member of our grandiose guild who can fittingly find me as I attempt to exclusively evade all members of our stupendous stock throughout the day tomorrow, shall be met with a new and fantastic challenge assigned, personally, by your beloved SpyMaster!


[Genevieve.]

[...........]

Shall I courteously continue to refer to you as Albrecht? Or would it be more momentous to begin appropriately addressing you as Genevieve Calibri?

[MILES' MERRY WOMEN + LOCH]
One month on, one month off, and now we're back in the game. I've our next target: the Valendian Museum of Natural History. Having bribed a few caterers, I know that they'll be closing early on Sagittarius 3rd due to a private engagement wrapping up. So we'll strike then, Faram and schedules permitting. Be sure to clear yours, if you're in. I'll need all of you to go after the Coeurl.

I'll be scoping it out some more this week if anyone wishes to join (I hear they've a rather lovely exhibit on butterflies!). On the night, bring what you can to safely disable guards, alarms, and traps alike. Blueprints will be couriered over: your homework, ladies and gentlewomen.

[DAMIA]
Your bed is uncomfortable and your apartment needs better decoration than empty bottles of alcohol.

[LIONEL]
[...] Don't worry. I'll invite them to the Faram's Mass show myself.