[center][color=C2B280][h3]Fleo Plector – Crocus[/h3][/color]
[@Amaya Tamashii][@Joshua Tamashii][@CirusArvennicus][/center]

With so much excitement in the air and pumping through the thousands of veins, it was hard to keep one from running even if there was nowhere to run to.  The feeling of the event, magnified after so many years deprived of it, was absolutely infectious.  People could easily imagine, no matter which direction they went, that they were headed toward victory if their heart beat fast enough.  For a group of wizards from Phoenix Wing, at least, they had a definite destination in mind.

Fleo, possessed of that enthusiastic spirit more so than many of her contemporaries, was one of the first to rush from the grand arena.  Behind her followed a loose gathering of her guildmates, maybe not quite so seized by the energy of the moment, but ready to celebrate a challenge well done and toast the victories doubtless still to come.  With the dusty woman's eager guidance, they found themselves headed to a decently-sized bowling alley enshrined as 'Drury Lanes'.  It was a comfortable place, with bright red carpet, varnished wood furniture, and a soft yellow lighting even over the hyper-shiny lanes themselves.  A bar was on hand to provide drinks, alcoholic or otherwise, to the place's patrons, and better-than-average fast food issued from the little kitchen whenever ordered.  After slipping on the standard thick-soled bowling shoes over her own bandages feet, Fleo led the way to the first unoccupied lane and set up a game between her, the Ice Dragon Slayer, the Energy-make Minstrel, and the Swordsman.  

While an automated telekinesis system set up the pins, Fleo stepped up to fill the silence.  [color=C2B280]”So!  Pretty nice place, right?  I was here once before, a bit ago actually, it was very different.  Much nicer now than then!  The carpet's new.  Food's nothing too special, but filling and tasty.  Burgers are kinda greasy.  They've got a bunch of different beers, and a few stronger drinks, but nothing's as good as Twin Dragons if you ask me.  Though honestly, hahah, it's probably psychological with me at this point!  Hey Trin, go ahead and get what you like.  I figure if there's a day I shouldn't be miserly, it's the night we earned our place in the Grand Magic Games!”[/color]  She pulled a lime-green bowling ball from a nearby rack, tested its heft, and shook her head before putting it back.

[center][color=D8BFD8][h3]Nero – Spectator Stands[/h3][/color]
[@Invisible Man][@Caits][@liferusher][/center]

For a moment, Nero was torn.  Stay at Eve's side as she went off with the Time Lord, or humor little Ayame by grabbing a bite to eat?  Though a puzzling dilemma, it didn't take long for the genie to come up with a conclusion.  [color=D8BFD8]”After the games?  Sure, sure.  Perhaps we can get Eve to take a break from ol' Daragon Fangu and come with us.  It'd only be fair: first I lead you around, and then she leads us, so why don't you take the wheel next?  My only question...where 'wheel' it lead us?  Heeheehee!”[/color]  Never one to let a good pun expire without laughter, the dark mage gave a hearty chuckle before continuing.  First he turned to Eve.  [color=D8BFD8]”I'll get back to you.  In twenty or thirty minutes, have Grime Lord send up an icy flare or something, and I'll head back to enjoy the show.  See ya!”[/color]  With that out of the way, he turned to Ayame.  [color=D8BFD8]”Your turn to choose where we grab a bite to eat.  What sounds good?”[/color]