[center][h3][color=c2b280]Fleo Plector – Phoenix Wing Hotel[/color][/h3]
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After the games, Fleo returned along with a few of the other Phoenix Wing members to the hotel.  A great many went out for dinner or to see the city, but the dusty woman felt inexplicably tired.  Unbeknownst to her, she arrived a quarter-hour too late to witness the escape of the Mystic Beasts, not that she'd been told about them.  Sinking down into a chair in the lobby, she happened to catch one of the quieter and lesser-seen members of Phoenix Wing wandering in as well: Reese Blanc.  Fleo waved and greeted him, who proceeded to skip on over and join her at her table.  A conversation of utmost seriousness involving the specifics of making and tasting a great variety of candies ensued.  The pair covered lollipops, jawbreakers, truffles, macaroons, brittle, marshmallows, taffies, mints, chocolate-coated fruits, jellies, candy canes, sours, and more.  Gradually, however, Reese's attention drifted, and after a hurried goodbye the Candy Mage sped off.

Fleo did not find herself deprived of company for long.  The hotel door creaked open and a hooded head poked out, though its owner removed said raiment in short order.  Fleo did not at all recognize Luna, but could make out the tones of someone experiencing emotional strain easily enough.  Obliged to help the girl, Fleo pulled out the seat formerly occupied by Reese, and called out, [color=c2b280]”Hey, yeah, I'm a Phoenix Winger.  You want to talk?  Sure, come on over, sit down.  I love chatting.”[/color]  She waited for Luna to come over, and both women seated themselves.  [color=c2b280]”What's on your mind, sister?”[/color]

[center][h3][color=40826D]Jillian Suede – Frenzy Camp Center[/color][/h3]
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Jillian blinked a few times.  She had not expected Gabriel to refuse her.  Placing her hands on her hips, where they sank slightly into her doughy love-handles, she thought for a moment before remarking, [color=40826D]”Ya think ya gonna hurt someone jus' 'cause ya don' know how to dance?  Sweetie, look around.”[/color]  She tilted her head at Kumbha, whose interpretation of dance looked oddly like some rustic form of exercise, and at Xyster, who evidently thought that whirling her limbs around like helicopter blades constituted some form of tango.  [color=40826D]”D'you see anyone who really knows how to dance, anywhere?  We're all just goofin' off, happy to be alive.  Really, give it a try.  It's fer ya own good.  An' ya might even like it.”[/color]  She sidled another step closer to him, trying to convince Gabe that comradeship was an open door; he need only walk inside.

[center][h3][color=E1A95F]Chester Graham – Frenzy Camp Center[/color][/h3]
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Chester gave a sagely nod at Ike's response, and pulled at his whiskers.  [color=E1A95F]”I don't blame you.  It's askin' a bit much to expect someone in your shoes to get all happy-like just because we've been doin' pretty well in the Games.  Maybe you should go and rest.  Or drink.  Or both!”[/color]  He seemed surprised when Riona appeared, and requested a dance with him, of all people.  As far as dudes went, Chester was pretty standard fare; finding an a energetic, good-looking gal like Riona asking him to dance was weird but not at all unwelcome.  Smiling like an idiot, he allowed the strong-willed woman to drag him away, and when the next song began he performed some perfectly adequate, simple but stylish moves he'd picked up from parties back with the Rune Knights.

[center][color=d8bfd8][h3]Nero the Genie – Crocus Outside Arena[/h3][/color]
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By a stroke of pure luck, Nero happened to spot a familiar figure squeezed between two women as they exited some sort of high-brow clothing store.  Heart soaring to see his young companion again, and to put to rest his fears that he'd abandoned to the wolves his only friend, the Genie executed a mad dash toward Ayame.  He skidded to a halt only a few feet away, his purple cloak billowing and his platinum-blond hair all askew.  Beaming like a brilliant star, he held his arms wide!  [color=d8bfd8]“Aya!  It's been, like, an hour!  Are ya alright?  What a brave little dearie ya are, survivin' out on your own!  C'mere!”[/color]  The young girl received a scrawny hug.  Nero eyed her new piece of clothing.  [color=d8bfd8]”Hm?  Didja want something new to wear?  Ya know I can make whatever clothes ya want, right.  Coulda sworn ya were 'a-wear' of it!  Nyeheheheh!”[/color]

Next, he turned an eye to the two women that had seemingly accompanied Ayame, given their continued interest in her.  Clearly they were no passers-by.  On second look, the dark mage found that he recognized both.  Pointing a finger at each in turn, he exclaimed, [color=d8bfd8]”Hey, its the celebrities!  Miss Rekt-By-A-Librarian Hardt, and Soon-to-be-Saggy Sayatachi!  Say, didja ever seduce that Nolan kid?  Guessing not.  Eff wye eye, I'm pretty sure he doesn't like girls in any sense of the word.  Nyeheh!  Didja two take care of Ayame while I was off doin' business?  You're 'two' kind.  Any wishes ya might have, I can grant 'em, as thanks for watchin' out for my bestie while we were separated.”[/color]  He rubbed Ayame's head affectionately, despite knowing that she didn't particularly care for the gesture.  Evidently, being annoying was second-nature to Nero.